Jan 21 14:16:03 106 PA

From Chronicles

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Desmond will have met Valerie outside of the firing range compound, walking in with her quietly. "I have not tried to use this thing before, but I have heard of it. I rented us several hours to have some practice against mobile targets. Though in truth it may not equal what you have already had in true combat situations. But then, those were brief moments. This will be more substantial." The big doors to the 'Danger Room' looming before the two.

Valerie is a little uncertain about the whole thing; she isn't entirely sure what it's all about. She nevertheless puts faith in the kittycat and totally, like, follows him inside. "Very well. I will do my best." And her best, as we all know, is pretty awesome. When it comes to failure, at least.

"That is what one should ever seek to do on the field of battle," Desmond rumbles, seeming satisfied with her response. At the door, there is a control panel to the side, which he approaches. A card is drawn out of his pouches and slid into the card slot. There is the audible clunk and clink before the big doors slide open, revealing a large and, for the moment, blank room. Desmond motions for Valerie to enter and will not be too many steps behind her. "This structure is rather impressive.. though I believe we'll keep things simple."

Valerie sticks close to her fuzzy sensei with the cute kitty eyes and kitty tail and awwwww. At least until he gestures for her to enter, at which point she takes, well, point. "So... I kill someone?" she asks uncertainly. "Maybe one of those robots?"

Desmond nods his head once as he turns and touches another panel to close the do or once more. Though without the clunk of it locking again. "Actually, they do use a sort of robot for some mobile practice sessions," he rumbles, looking to Valerie. Nearby is a rack of various weapons made up in NTI's distinctive style. "As I was told, thy are wired to react to these weapons as they would a true hit." He walks over to the rack, picking up one of the pistols to toss it towards Valerie. "A means to practice without damage done to the targets."

Valerie catches the tossed pistol, then examines it carefully, and without looking up she asks, "So if I can't hit the robot, I shouldn't stab it?" Valerie is, of course, a little uncertain about that as well. "I guess not?"

"We aren't here to train in knives," Desmond rumbles, coming back over to where Valerie is, holding a largish control box that was present as well. He pauses nearby her and lifts the box up, eyeballing it for a few moments to consider the complex controls. "I believe this should.." He t ouches a few controls before an almost seamless hatch pops open and a targetting dummy, laced with receptors snaps upward. It will linger for two seconds before dropping back down, the hatch closing again. "Ahh.."

Valerie quickly raises her pistol and snaps off a quick shot at the targeting dummy, but the shot goes wide. Decent reactions, though. "Missed it," she informs him, even though it's pretty obvious. Alas.

Desmond glances towards Valerie. "This is true, but your reactions were good," he tells her. That is important.. a hesitation could place you at a disadvantage in battle." He considers the box a moment before he says, "Prepare." He touches a few controls, remembering the sequence he was taught. The response is immediate. A half dozen of the same anchored target dummies will pop up, one after another. A second or three between each, each up for one to two seconds, randomizing to keep it from being too steady, the third and fifth shifting aside a moment after they rise, in the manner of a dodge against a complacent shot.

Valerie fires quickly at the first target, and, expecting it, actually hits it. Not a great shot, winging it, but the next target is closer to the center. She fires again and again, snapping one at each in turn. The third is hit twice, but the fifth manages to dodge three times in a row, even if the fourth shot nails it.

As Valerie takes her shots against one then another and another, each hit causing a ping from the portable unit that Desmond holds as the hits are marked and tallied by whatever modeling equation the device uses to decide on scoring. But Desmond doesn't pay much attention to it, instead watching the shots themselves. "Good." He nods his head as she takes her shots and in the end he looks to her. "You've improved a good deal since we first started. It speaks well of your practice thus far." He looks to the control box again and carefully enters another pretaught set of commands into it. When it chirps a positive response, another flurry of targeting dummies rise from hatches and narrow troughs that open up in the floor. Some pop up, linger, then descend, while others will rise up and move along a lateral path, some straight, others stopping and starting, still others zigzagging as they move from point A to point B. One and two at a time, a dozen of them will dance before Valerie eventually, giving her a variety of moving targets to take her shots at over the length of a minute. And since the practice pistol is a low power laser weapon, it needs no reloading for quite a while.

Valerie zaps several of those targets, and although the simulation can be a little overwhelming, it doesn't seem to bother her overly. NAw. She's the sort of person that can quickly grasp that when a target presents itself, and that it needs to be 'killed' as fast as possible, and the number of enemies doesn't matter that much. Some shots go astray, and some dummies don't even get hit, but she nevertheless hits a fair amount of them.

Desmond again watches the shooting rather than the control box as it audibly marks strikes and misses. His eyes flicking from Valerie to the various targets. He nods his head slightly once or twice, but otherwise doesn't look to distract her from her firing. When the final target slips back under the floor, Desmond turns to Valerie. "You do well at this," he tells her. "However, let me see how you handle the weapon once more. Take your natural firing stance. Before, I had not worried overmuch for this, as how one handles a gun on the field of battle is often more instinct than standard. But even in that, there are some things that help the majority."

Valerie isn't paying any attention to Desmond while the exercise is still running, no matter how tight his kitty tail is. She takes a deep breath when the last dummy drops, and looks towards Dessie. Instructions! She nods, and resumes a proper firing stance. Legs comfortably spread, back straight, both hands on the pistol, one under the other. "Ready."

Desmond kneels for a moment to lay the box down, turning to step up to Valerie, considering her stance. "Most of this will matter less when you are in combat. You should never be too rigid. You should be relaxed and ready to move when attacked." He reaches out to make minor adjustments to how she holds the pistol itself. "This should firm your grip just a bit. For better balance. The grip is the most important aspect, as the rest of how you carry yourself will change more often."

Ooooh, make minor adjustments to her, baby. Make them real well. Awww yeah. She gives the sex kitten a nod again, considering her altered grip on the gun. "Okay," Valerie says. "I will remember that."

The heavy blast doors of the firing range open and another figure emerges. He is tall, and his felid armor is enough to tell who he is at a glance. But it is the trademark staff that gives extra confirmation and it clicks on the ground with each step as he approaches the two.

"The only time you should firm your stance is when you brace against cover," Desmond rumbles as he takes a step back. "But even then, one should ever be prepared to move. These things are not so easy to teach, for one learns their body best the midst of combat." He dips then to pick up the control box again. Which is when the door opens. Des turns as he rises, spying Rath as he comes into the training ground. "Welcome, Rath'tklan."

Valerie turns around and shoots at Rath'tklan. It's a pretty harmless, low-powered beam, but that's nevertheless precisely what she'll do. It's really Desmond's fault, though. He got her all adrenalined.

Rath'tklan is in no hurry whatsoever. Slow and graceful steps carry him to stand by Desmond's side. "Hello, Brother Des..." And then he is shot through the center of his body. The felid helmet turns and looks at Valerie and fortunatly there is no expression visible at all. Thank the faceplate. Oh, yes. Thank the faceplate. "Does Valerie wish for this one to permit her a loan of Rath'tklan's firearm ever again for as long as Valerie lives?" He asks in an unamused tone. "However, this one supposes it is better than some other greetings this one has recieved. Brother Desmond. Valerie."

Desmond arches a brow at the shot, but says nothing about it himself. After all, Rath can take care of himself well enough. He will opine, "Her reflexes are good. Though perhaps her heartbeat judgement could use work." He considers the display on the control box. "This is a rather intriguing construct for training purposes. A safer means of conducting war games. Even in so simple a state as this."

There's a quick glimpse of terror on Valerie's face when she shoots Rath'tklan, but then it fades in time for her to reply in a casual tone, "I didn't mean to shoot you." And then she walks away from Desmond, approaching Rath'tklan like a shark would a fat swimmer. Determined, anticipating a juicy meal.

That he can do. Although this time he gives every appearance of being content with his verbal warning to Valerie. The Assassin's attention this time is all on Desmond, although he keeps a beady eye on Valerie; warily watching her approach. There is a small adjustment to to the way that he holds his staff. "Indeed, Brother. I have considered this place many times for reflex training. One may fire at a paper, stationary target until they are sore but it will not develop complex combat reflexes. With this environment, one may actually attain some useful skills." He looks at Valerie. Just what is she intending?

Desmond nods his head once, glancing towards Valerie. "We are not quite done, though we can take a break for the moment. I reserved three hours this day. We can return after the coming mission and you shall pay for the next rental of this space." He then nods to Rath. "It may cost more for something more complex, but the occasional maneuvers within here would be proper for maintaining one's skills. Especially if one were to withdraw from true battle."

Valerie is intending to wrap her arms around Rath'tklan's armor and give the kittycat a hug. If she gets away with it, she'll hug him affectionately, but if not? She'll... well, we'll get to that. For now she tries to use her hug attack.

Lack of expression makes things interesting. Body language is everything. If Desmond is watching he will see Rath'tklan lean away first and make every single sign of DO NOT WANT. In this case, http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/do-not-want.jpg is appropriate to describe the ensuing gravity of the moment. And so he leans away, but seems to consent at the last moment and the threatning armor of the assassin is defiled by this hugging human-thing. His right arm twitches. Now, that right arm may be twitching to apply a deadly weapon or resistance at returning the gesture. But neither are done. In fact, he keeps right on talking to Desmond. "You speak as though you know someone who intends to retire from such things. As though it were possible in such a time." Crimson optic sensors look at Valerie's face from an inch or two away. "You appear to have shot well."

Desmond arches his brow again as Valerie hugs Rath. An act that does seem out of the ordinary, though the reaction also seems to sit as unusual with Desmond. But again, he seems comfortable letting things happen. "She has. And I have considered such a retreat, of sorts. I know that one can never truly withdraw from the dangers of this world, but one could cease to seek them out, which I plan in part."

Nuts to Rath'tklan. VALERIE DOES WANT. She embraces the armor, giving it that affectionate, clingy hug, allowing her finger nails to scrape lightly across the back of the suit. She breaks the hug, but only to form a 'claw' with her hand and run it playfully across the kitty's chest, as if she was going to claw open his armor. But she doesn't. "I'm not done," she informs him, and disentangles herself entirely, heading up to where she was standing a moment ago.

At least he does not give do-not-want to this. This bit he can understand. If she is going to humiliate him in public, she might as well do something that others are going to find potentially interesting. There is a very subtle motion from the assassin that most likely will be missed, but who is to say. Desmond is an observant feline. A minor adjustment from the hand that is holding the staff as a motion is made towards her frame; though it is hidden behind the staff's charging coils. "This one will observe your improvements." He says; moving to stand back beside Desmond. "This one has difficulty understanding Humans at times, Brother. These moments are no exception."

Valerie squeals, and loudly at that, at whatever Rath'tklan did, and then flushes as she looks back at him.

Desmond observe the interplay between them quietly and is, as ever, hard to read from moment to moment, though he at least seems to find something interesting enough that he doesn't look away. "There are, perhaps, some explanations, but it is not my place to offer them." His eyes flick towards Valerie. "I don't believe I know enough to speak so." He looks down to the control box and touches one particular control, which causes a section of the floor to glow softly. "We can continue if you will stand there, Valerie."

Valerie reaches down to rub her left buttock as she walks over to the gloweyglow. She checks the charge on the gun; she has learned that much. No use entering combat with a useless weapon.

Rath'tklan smirks beneath his helmet. Even though none can see it, he still does it anyway at amusement. He leans upon his staff; looking once over at Desmond. "This one was making a somewhat rhetorical question. This one is very much in the understanding of the events that are transpiring at this moment." So eloquent, Rath. So eloquent. And then he quiets down to watch the scene.

Desmond looks to Rath and simply nods, letting the moment pass as far as he's concerned. Rather, he touches a few controls, starting off the next sequence. Without warning, it will likely surprise just a bit. It starts as the others have. a trio of targets popping up ahead of her, shifting and darting in a mimic of 'life'. Though just as those are starting to descending into the floor again, a pair of targets will pop up to either side of her, just within the range of her peripheral. One will lurch towards her from a handful of feet away, while the other will dart back out of her peripheral.

Valerie starts out okay, scoring a decent amount of hits on the first collection of dummies. When the second appears, she twists and shoots twice at the one that moves away from her, first then noticing that one is dashing towards her. She turns around to face it quickly, but if it comes too close she'll try to punch it instead.

Rath'tklan leans on his staff and watches. Silently; and motionlessly. At least she is not hugging the targets.

Desmond watches as well, his expression settled into that steady, stoic focus. which leads into the punch. Though not made for MDC combat, the materials of the dummies are tough as weapons training is ever a contact sport. The 'charging' dummy is an easy target which doesn't shift out of the way, the flexible housing swinging back, a soft, subtle indention knocked into the tough materials. More notable is the cracking of the more delicate sensors along the outside. *Bing* -One thousand credit penalty for damage- an impersonal voice chimes up. Desmond's brow, already lifted at the effects of the punch, furrow a little at the disembodied voice. His eyes slip upward, then dip back towards Valerie. "Good adaption to the moment, though I don't think this is a proper place moment for such training," he rumbles.

Valerie totally, like, stops and stuff. A thousand credits! She tenses and glares upwards, turning her head this way and that. Damn. Nobody to see. Bastards. It attacked HER! She frowns and readies her pistol.

Rath'tklan looks thoughtful for a moment or two. "NewTech Industries has a reputation for bloodsucking. I am not quite surprised. If more damage is done, you should be quite careful, brother, they may take your firstborn son. No matter the fact that you are likely genetically incompatible with your intended; NTI will steal your genetics and make a clone." His voice is fateitious and clearly, humor is coming from beneath the mask.

Rath'tklan looks thoughtful for a moment or two. "NewTech Industries has a reputation for bloodsucking. I am not quite surprised. If more damage is done, you should be quite careful, brother, they may take your firstborn son. No matter the fact that you are likely genetically incompatible with your intended; NTI will steal your DNA and make a clone." His voice is fateitious and clearly, humor is coming from beneath the mask.

Desmond considers Valerie quietly for a moment more than he has before. Though just what goes through his mind he doesn't communicate. "As I said, good improvisation and reaction time. In conflict, your instincts can guide you well. This next series will be a stronger challenge." He looks to Rath then and arches a brow slightly. "So you say," he rumbles, though his tone is not so serious as his norm, suggesting that he doesn't take such fanciful tales that seriously. Though be fore he puts in the next sequence, he looks to Valerie. "Should you strike again by hand, do pull the force of your blow." And then he puts in the commands. This time Valerie will face moving targets on all sides, starting to her left, then to the right. Then behind, the sound of the hatch opening being the only clue as to a target in that direction. One in front, then two to the right and a final one to the left that curves around behind her. Another brief flurry of targets, calling further upon her to move and react while firing.

Valerie doesn't try any more punches, pulled or not. She can't afford any of those hijinks. She fires rapidly at the targets, but avoids many of the fancy and/or desperate maneuvers she might have tried to pull off in a real battle. She moves around sure enough, but there are no leaps, rolls or other such things. No, she focuses almost solely on the shootey.

Rath'tklan watches all of this impassively. There is an analytical quality in the way that he observes her movements; balanced carefully on his staff while his attention remains fixed on her. "You have taught her well." He muses to Desmond. "I had been curious as to your methods. We have spoken of you a few times, now." His voice is kept low and meant for the instructor rather than to disturb the student.

"In part, I have let her learn much herself. For some, a more gentle guidance is all that is needed. Shown the path, they walk it well," Desmond rumbles back lowly as Valerie is amid her firing. "She is one who takes well to this. She did well in battle before, with only light training in firearms." Then she is done and he nods his head once, stepping forward. "Very good. Take a brief rest, the next sequences will take longer. It will be a test of both your focus and your skill, to endure steady activity without letting your skill slip."

Valerie finally lowers her pistol... then remembers herself and checks the pistol's charge again. If it's getting low, she will reload swiftly. She does not, however, walk over and join the two. A lot of her break will be spent glaring at the spot where the damaged dummy disappeared.

Rath'tklan has not moved in roughly a minute and a half; keeping his eyes on Valerie. "So it would seem. This one has promised at some point to instruct Valerie in the use of larger weapons once an appropriate base of learning has been established. This one suspects however, Newtech Industries may object to the bringing of a heavy weapon into these walls. Perhaps they have some sort of training material available." Warily, he glances to Valerie. Half expecting a shar..... hug attack again.

The pistol is still good, able to fire several hundred times before the internal power pack needs a recharge. Without the killing intensity of light, one e-clip goes a long way. "I would think, if such a test were performed here, the damage to the room would be.. expensive." Desmond looks to Rath at the thought of that. "Perhaps there might be some better means, using the range that is at the Landing Strip. Something.. more expendable, if not so sophisticated." He muses the idea idly as he considers the room at large.

Valerie doesn't come to hug Rath'tklan again. He's safe. "I have heard of something like that. A means to try out heavy weaponry," she informs the two loudly, since she still isn't joiing them. "But cheaper than the firing range." Rath'tklan nods his had in a sage manner. "Indeed, Valerie. So far as this one has been able to tell, it involves entrusting this one's heavy weaponry to Valerie, who takes it into battle against robots and breaks it. While an admirable test, the cost to equipment does make it inconvinent after a time. This one has been studying methods of weapon repair for the last weeks. Soon, this one will be a competant armorer." He must have been kidding. Riding her ass a little.

Desmond cants his head slightly and rumbles, "Training in a true combat situation is rarely a good idea. Though in the now the aid was welcome, no matter the circumstances." An addition with a nod towards Valerie. "It is a thing less troublesome to teach someone hand combat rather than the way of the gun."

"I heard of these 'deadboys'," Valerie informs the two. Then she raises her pistol and shoots at Rath'tklan.

"That is an option." He muses to Valerie. "This one for some time now has been getting individuals whom are interested in this one taking out a contract upon them. This one would reccomend waiting until proficiency is achived, then demonstrating the learned skills. The Coalition is no easy foe. But very soon, something is going to have to be done about them."

Desmond looks to Valerie and frowns faintly. "You think to train by hunting Coalition soldiers?" He doesn't sound to be pleased with the prospect of such a thing. After Rath's words, he rumbles, "I would advise against taking too concerted an action. They may respond in kind and though the enemies of the Coalition are many, so too are those who would do their bidding for what rewards they offer."

Valerie merely grins. Either she was kidding, or the thought of some Coalition soldiers merely doesn't frighten her. Either/or. She lowers her pistol again.

"This one does not underestimate the Coalition for what it is. And yet, they are no better or no worse than the Atorians that this one is used to. Properly approached and dealt with, they may be bested. And no, brother. This one did not think to train by hunting them. This one was merely saying he has been asked to do so in the past, and reccomends that one polish their skills before attempting such a thing if one is going to."

Rath'tklan had ignored the fake pistol shot that caressed his armor. Not the plesant sort of caresses he was getting earlier. And since he has been waiting paitently. And when Valerie's not paying attention, he's going to attempt to snatch it out of her hand.

Desmond holds a subtle frown as he considers Valerie. As if to discover whether or not she may still harbor such ideas. He looks to Rath then and nods his head once. "It is good that you do not underestimate them. Some do." The whole turn of talk towards the CS seems to upset him somewhat, a subtle shift in his manner, a slight added agitation to the flick of his tail. The big male lapsing into a thoughtful silence after his words.

Valerie may or may not have a bunch of stupid ideas in her shiny head, but she doesn't mention any of them at the moment. No, she's silent, grinning but little else.

Valerie may or may not have a bunch of stupid ideas in her shiny head, but she doesn't mention any of them at the moment. No, she's silent, grinning but little else. And, well, Rath'tklan suddenly snatches her pistol out of her hands, which makes her grab for his arm.

Desmond has likely never seen the assassin in a relaxed mood. However, this is seemingly one of them. Sidestepping away from her grab he aims the toy pistol at her center of mass. Okay, so it isn't really a toy pistol. But it's close! It goes pewpewpew like a real laser pistol at least. The amazing thing is that he responds to Desmond in a cool and calm voice even as he is unloading on Valerie's chest and attempting to stay away from her. "The Atorians that this one fought had even more resources than the Coalition, this one reminds. The CS are but a regional empire, the Atorian Empire spans half a galaxy. The techniques used are much the same. Always stay one step ahead."

Desmond does rouse enough to be distracted by the odd sight. Though as ever he takes it in without direct comment. "In truth I know not the state of things where you are from. But from all I have heard, there is a delicate balance in this land. Many are the strong powers.. and the Coalition is not the only one that must be denied dominance. Weaken the Coalition too much and another that is undesirable will rise." A thoughtful air comes to him as he watches the two roughhouse.

Valerie drops into a crouch, and... vanishes. She's learned by now that Rath'tklan can see her just fine, but maybe, just maybe, it takes a moment for him to compensate. She leaps at him.

It does in fact, take a split second to compensate. What ends up happening is that she will thud into his frame; forcing him a step back. And then he will drop. Just like he is collapsing in an effort to body flip her over his shoulder. "Brother Desmond will have to accept this one's apology for the training disruption." He states. "This one realizes that there is a time and a place for all things."

"It is well. Some things simply are. There is time left yet. Valerie will see herself well tested this day," Desmond states, not showing much worry at all as he oversees the recess period. "Nor will this be the last time she is here to train."

No dice. Valerie is clinging like a burr as they fall, and she remains invisible for a few seconds, but will then become visible again, attempting to stragle Rath'tklan's waist.

Rath'tklan is clung to. The entire situation is mildly embarassing. But there is nothing else for it, he begun it. For a moment or two; attempt failed he struggles with something invisible. When she reappears, he ceases fighting for a moment. Just long enough to peer at Desmond. "Does your intended rob you of your dignity in quite such a manner?" He inquires; and then begins to drift upwards. It might be magic, but no, it's something in his armor. He'll take her with him if she persists. "Valerie should finish her lesson." And the pistol is proferred to her. Really, he hopes Aimee and Desmond are this sickening.

Desmond considers that question for a few moments. "There are times we play such games," he admits. "Though more often than not, it is at times of privacy." That being about as much as he offers on that subject. "Though I don't know if the comparison would fit with the two of you.. would it?" About as close as he might get to voicing his quiet thoughts.

Valerie clings to Rath'tklan alright... at least until the pistol is offered, at which point she snatches it and releases him, dropping to the ground with a satisfied look on her face. She runs a hand through her hair, bringing it to some semblence of order. "What are you talking about, Desmond?" She goes back into the glowing ring.

Rath'tklan grunts as he is released and the pistol taken. He then gathers his dignity carefully; hovering in midair like a spectral-bone cat. Then slowly dropping downwards to touch his feet upon the ground again with a click as though nothing had happened. "Brother Desmond is inquiring if . . . " He begins, and then glances at Desmond. "She will say what she wishes." And that is what is going to be gotten out of the assassin for now. So yes, there is probably something going on.

Desmond decides to finish the thought, rumbling, "I wonder if you two are more than merely friends. I would not say mated, for I don't believe it is so. But there is a flexible state between the two." Expressed without a shift in that steady tone of his. "You need not speak of it if you do not wish, but it is natural to wonder." Not yet starting up the next run of tests just yet.

Valerie considers that carefully. "Oh, we are mated. Very mated." She then narrows her eyes and peers intently at Desmond. "Rath'tklan says he can't breed with me because he wears the wrong kind of jeans, so they're not compatible with mine. I think he talks so much crap his tongue should be brown."

It is an excellent thing that expressions are not visible. Mutely, he stands stock still and balanced upon his staff like he usually is. What goes on beneath his mask is hidden. This is a good thing. But given the long pause before he says anything, presumably there has been some sort of reaction. But the snarling faceplate of Rath'tklan makes all better. "It is so." He finally says. "This one may have to purchase a basic introduction to the concept of genetics. Though, brother -- is the same problem not there for you, and for yours?" That's it. Recover from embarassment by asking questions.

Desmond meets Valerie's response mutely at first, though as she goes on, a bemusement rises. Something that fades slowly as he gets the gist of what is being said. He looks to Rath and nods his head once. "It is so. Aimee and I cannot bring forth progeny," he agrees. "But such a thing is not a desire for we two in the now." The concept of the two seems accepted without a blink in the end and he looks to Valerie. "You are prepared?"

Valerie nods firmly Desmond. "That's why I keep telling Rath'tklan to buy plenty of protection instead of feeding me some stupid story. I'm not that naive." She frowns and nods. Pistol ready.

"Enough." The assassin's voice has a certain prickle to it. And when one looks, they might find his fingers opening and closing on his staff a couple times; the grip being adjusted, then adjusted again. Then adjusted again. But by that point, he seems to be finished. "The content matter approaches that of the private. However, perhaps Brother Desmond can explain it better than this one can as the problem is one that concerns him as well."

Desmond arches a brow, glancing towards Rath at that last. "I believe I could help her to understand this, though perhaps at a later date," he agrees, in part. "For now, let us see the extent of Valerie's skills as of now." The straightforward feline making his decision on the matter. And so he will start up the next round of tests. And it will be an endurance push. Valerie will find targets popping up in manageable intervals around her for the better part of five minutes, front, back and to the sides. Some 'charging', others circling, others simply bobbing back and forth randomly. And that won't be the last. With three hours reserved, Des will steadily increase the time of each session. With the final towards the tail end of the time spent a half hour. With, of course, brief pauses between each session before the next.

Valerie feels put upon. They have ganged up on her, like the horribly female MEN they are. Perhaps that's why she WILL ask, regardless of how private Rath'tklan may think it is, "Desmond, tell me, does your tongue rub Aimee raw down there too?" She will, nevertheless, play along and do a great deal of shooting.

Rath'tklan is going to have to take this one up with Valerie later. Fortunatly though, Desmond seems to be in good humor about it. So Rath'tklan will not assassinate someone in front of him. Yet!

Desmond seems to reserve answering any further questions on this topic until eh finally runs Valerie ragged through the full on length of his tests for the day. As he's keying in the last few commands to mark the session as completed, he says, as if adding a casual aside, "She seems to enjoy it." As ever, said as a simple statement, without the lilt of ego. He then looks up, "That was the final sequence for this day." He looks towards Rath. "Has she seen to preparing her own kit? One thing she must do is know how she will carry her weapons intimately, that she need not pause to think when she needs to reload a weapon or switch to another."

"Yes, she has. She has three e-clips on her belt, one sword and one pistol at all times. If she goes into battle, she brings heavier weapons with the aforementioned as backup," Valerie tells the two in a loud voice, having caught the question.

"This one will help her with that." He says to Desmond; somewhat relieved to be off the subject of copulation. "I will discuss the matter of different holsters and placements. I have some extras for the pistol that I have loaned her that may be of appropriate use." He mentions neither tongues, nor down theres. Aside from that, he is very silent. It has been a weird day.

Desmond glances between the two and nods, seeming content that the subject is and will be addressed. "Then our session is at an end for this day." He looks to Valerie. "You have done well. To be honest, this is the first time i have trained someone. I have seen it done, of course, as I was trained. Drawing on that experience and the results I have seen has not been an easy thing, but I am satisfied with the results thus far. I am not sure when it will be, but I will tell you when the time comes that I have no more to show you."

Valerie seems proud enough at the praise, smiling at her mentor. Even though he totally lamed out and supported his stupid brother. Bah. Men. Tags: desmond, learning, rath'tklan, valerie