Experiments
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Thread Topic: Experiments
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An alarm rang, signalling group changes. "You two can keep your weapons if you're happy with them. You can also grab another firearm on your way out. Your next station is the bladed weapon training."
Aurora nodded reluctantly, not wanting to have to go through this training, but having no choice. She slung the rifle over her shoulder, making her choice. She also grabbed the first pistol that caught her eyes. It was labeled: Colt Model 1903 Pocket Hammerless. She clipped a holster on her waist, slipping the gun in it. "Because it wouldn't hurt to have a pistol," she said, quoting herself. -
Haven didn't bother to grab a second gun, just happily making her way over to the bladed weapons. She smiled, running her finger down the flat of the blade on the only scythe there. Picking it up, she reworked it around. It felt natural in her hands.
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Aurora followed after Haven. She watched as Haven tried out the sycthe. "It's suits you," she chirped, like a normal teen would say that a piece of clothing suited someone. She walked over to the weapon display, looking at it. She didn't want a knife or dagger because she didn't want to be in super close combat. Instead she picked up a rapier, holding it in her right hand.
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"Yeah..." Haven mumbled. She smiled. "I like it." She walked over to the one of the dummies standing in rows and slashed at it diagonally, watching as it feel to the ground in a heap of pieces of stuffing and cloth, grinning.
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Aurora watched in awe as Haven sliced the training dummy in half. Walking towards a training dummy, she remembered that a rapier was usually meant for jabbing. She left her rifle and pistol on her back and waist. She had to get used to carrying them while fighting. Pulling back her arm a bit, she delivered a couple of quick jabs towards the training dummy. About half of her jabs missed. Some jabs hit, but they weren't too deep, and would only give minor injury.
(She's too caught up in the awesomeness of the weapons to remember that she doesn't want to do it. XD) -
(Yaasss. I have a scythe. It's one of my most prized possessions, since I put a lot of effort into making it.)
Haven looked over at Aurora. "That was a good choice of weapon. Especially since you're such a good sniper." She stated. -
(Cool~ :3)
"Thanks," she said, smiling. "You're really good with that sycthe! It's like it was made for you." -
:3)
"Thanks." Haven replied. "It's the only good thing about this stupid situation." -
Aurora laughed lightly, "I suppose your right."
Then an explosion happened once again, this time creating a huge hole in the side of the room. Fire framed the hole.
(How convenient... We don't get to do strength and stamina training. ;3) -
X3)
Haven ducked down into a crouching position. "What the..." she stated, twirling her scythe slowly. "Do I get to kill somebody?" She asked, devilish grin appearing on her face. -
An announcement started. The voice was recognizable as Lieutenant Red's. "All supernaturals, we will be leaving earlier then expected. Please choose a weapon and exit from the doors on the left."
Aurora picked up the sheath for the rapier and attached it to the other side of her waist. She sheathed the rapier. "I don't think so, Haven." -
Haven pouted. "Oh well." She stood up, grabbing her scythe and twirling it while starting to move towards the exit.
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Aurora followed Haven to the exit. There was a bunch of trucks waiting. The others filed into the trucks. When Aurora reached a truck, she noticed that it was just a big empty container. It would be really uncomfortable. Hesitating for a moment, she climbed in.
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Haven climbed in after Aurora. "I hate this people..." she mumbled. When we fight I swear I will murder them. Starting with the scientists... she plotted in her head.
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Aurora nodded sadly, resting her head on the wall behind her. "I do too. And you'd better not be thinking about killing them. They can kill us before we know what's happening."
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