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Beacon Academy / Re: A Morning on the Range [Closed]
« on: Today at 05:12:29 PM »
Jocelyn ceases her laughing long enough for her to say "And may these moments last forever--I wouldn't have it any other way." She shuffled a little to give Prism a softer spot for her to lie on, still prioritising others' comfort over hers. Staring up at the sky with clouds floating peacefully by--now no longer pushed by Prism's Semblance--she lay quietly, enjoying Prism's mere presence and the clear blue ceiling.

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Beacon Academy / Re: A Morning on the Range [Closed]
« on: Today at 04:37:28 PM »
Doubling over in her own laughter and making no attempt to hide it, Jocelyn laughed so hard her sides started hurting and she had to straighten up again, only to see Prism's face and relapse into another bout of giggling. "I-I can not believe you, Miss Skylark," she managed to get out amidst her laughter, doubling down on the accent. "Out of everything in the world, this is what gets you to laugh? For shame--ok, no, me neither, I give, pfffft..." She fell about on the floor in a laughing stupor, tears rolling down her face.

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Beacon Academy / Re: A Morning on the Range [Closed]
« on: Today at 12:21:32 PM »
"Touché." Jocelyn concedes, wanting to spread her own wings but having failed to bring her pack with her. "Well, that's your strategy; mine's more 'get out of harm's way' than 'hit and run', but you know that already." Catching onto Prism's humor, she replied "Yes, ma'am. Would you like tea and crumpets for breakfast?" in an overly posh tone, pretending to stand like a waiter with one arm behind her back and holding an imaginary towel draped over the other.

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Beacon Academy / Re: A Morning on the Range [Closed]
« on: Today at 08:06:56 AM »
"Mmm." Jocelyn hummed noncommittally while reloading her rifle, her eyebrows slightly raised as the wind kept whipping her hair across her face. "Snipers aren't supposed to fire while running, but I suppose it can't hurt to practice." Hearing Prism comment on her own leadership turned her around with a small grin on her face. "If there's ever any complaints you won't hear them from me. Before Beacon my mother was very strict with her training schedule so obeying orders is basically second instinct to me." She gave Prism a light pat on the back. "You're doing great."

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So long as any of my characters are legible to be entered, I'm interested too.

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Beacon Academy / Re: A Morning on the Range [Closed]
« on: June 17, 2018, 05:40:12 PM »
Dropping the empty magazine on the floor in exchange for a new one, Jocelyn's hair picked up similar to Prism's, flowing like a blonde cape in a wind tunnel. "If I clip any of the targets under these conditions I will eat one of those flowers you gave me." she muttered under her breath, eyes only for the targets now nearly flapping in the breeze.

Divvying up the seven bullets for each target, she lined up her scope with the body of the first, squeezed off, then repeated the process for the other two targets without looking at her results. No noise from Prism so far, so...dropping the rifle to waist level, she surveyed the field. The very first thing she laid eyes on was a clean bullet hole through the first Beowolf's head, followed by a missing leg for the second and a clipped ear for the last. "Please tell me you didn't hear that."

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Beacon Academy / Re: A Morning on the Range [Closed]
« on: June 17, 2018, 04:57:51 PM »
Jocelyn looked down at her hands and arms, trembling like jelly. "I'm...not used to having shaky arms." she admitted, slightly embarrassed. "For stitches and surgeries and the like, medics are trained to prevent shakes causing mishaps, and I've gone through the same. That's what's throwing me off, not the wind."

With the remaining two rounds left in the magazine, Jocelyn once again took aim at the two untouched targets, trying her best to compensate for the shaking in her arms, in addition to a newly emerging buzzing in her ears. Between both factors and the wind, the fact that she even managed to squeeze the trigger and not jerk it was remarkable enough, let alone the furthest target being shot in the chest.

Jocelyn just stared in bewilderment, her jaw threatening to drop. "So to hit stuff just consume coffee, got it."

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Beacon Academy / Re: A Morning on the Range [Closed]
« on: June 17, 2018, 02:33:46 PM »
Bringing Hyacinth up to her shoulder with a fresh magazine loaded, Jocelyn took a deep breath of the crisp, fresh air, full of the smells of cleanly-cut grass and just a slight hint of gun grease, before peering down the thermal scope. Likely buoyed by Prism's Semblance, the three Beowolves swayed from side to side, making the headshot a little more difficult. Paired with her trembling hands--a very unusual sensation for her--this shot was going to require serious amounts of skill...or just pure luck.

thud thud thud

To Jocelyn's dismay, only the first Beowolf at 500m had suffered any damage with its right arm blown off at the elbow. The other two just continued swinging leisurely in the wind as if taunting her to do her worst. Gritting her teeth in a futile attempt to steady her arms, she fired off another two rounds which did the exact amount of nothing. "...ouch."

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Beacon Academy / Re: A Morning on the Range [Closed]
« on: June 17, 2018, 01:13:59 PM »
"I'm not a machine, I can't get broken~" Still clearly under the influence of caffeine, Jocelyn skipped ahead of Prism, humming something that Prism might have recognised as The Path to Isolation, a song that had only just released not long ago but had taken the community by storm.

"Should be around this corner..." Turning the corner, despite her burst of hyperactivity, Jocelyn stopped in her tracks. Gone were the old wooden posts that denoted distances, target boards scarred from hundreds of rounds and huts that contained spares for whenever a student inevitably shattered one of the targets. In its place stood a high-tech layout not unlike the indoor range, only with holographic targets which actually swayed with whatever direction the wind was blowing in. "Ohh this is cool! Don't remember them renovating the place though...When'd this happen?" She looked back at Prism in confusion.

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Beacon Academy / Re: A Morning on the Range [Closed]
« on: June 17, 2018, 03:30:06 AM »
"Sure!" Jocelyn chirped happily, scooping up Hyacinth in one hand and another pastry in the other, before a loud but muffled thump signified her running headfirst into the sliding glass door. Again. This time before the doors could open. "Owie..." she rubbed her head, pouting slightly. "What's with the doors today? Are they broken?"

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Beacon Academy / Re: A Morning on the Range [Closed]
« on: June 16, 2018, 02:11:46 PM »
"Congratulations!" Jocelyn cheered, watching both targets break with those insanely long-range shots. 'That was awesome! I can't believe it--that was too far for me to even see clearly, and you hit both cleanly!"

Swiping the palm of her hand over the screen to set the range on standby, she bounced excitedly on her feet. "I'd hand you a medal, but I don't have any on me--have a celebratory hug instead!" Jocelyn giggled, literally throwing herself into Prism for a hug before untangling herself after a short while. "So what's next? More indoor or outdoor? I can't wait to try either out!"

Noticeably different about Jocelyn's behaviour was the sudden burst of hyperactivity. Perhaps chugging caffeine was not the wisest idea...

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Beacon Academy / Re: A Morning on the Range [Closed]
« on: June 16, 2018, 11:53:47 AM »
Awed by Prism's impressive performance, Jocelyn simply claps in approval before swiping her hand over the console to reveal two more targets at Prism's desired range, this time two larger Ursae to ease up on the difficulty a little. "Does Hawk's Eye use specialised ammo, or is it the standard issue? 7.62mm for regular sniper rifles?" she asked, making a mental note of Prism's cost comment, as well as memorising Prism's stance when taking shots.

That coffee really was strong. It felt like there was a minor earthquake occurring. How Prism went around with this much caffeine in her circulatory system and still managed to function was clearly beyond her limited medical knowledge.

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Beacon Academy / Re: A Morning on the Range [Closed]
« on: June 16, 2018, 09:13:50 AM »
"Alright...if you say so." Even coming to terms with it, Jocelyn's arms still shook. "And I don't think it's because of the accident, Prism. That coffee is already working its magic." Rather than stilling, they only trembled stronger than before. "I'm not used to coffee this strong, I think..." Lowering her rifle, she swore under her breath and engaged safety mode.

"Actually, you have Hawk's Eye with you, right? Let me experience the real expert in action, will ya?" Jocelyn's tone shifts to more of a curious, playful one, genuinely wanting to see Prism's skills but also wanting to set up a challenge. A few adjustments made on the console reset the range, before deploying ten holographic Creeps all around the 1000-1500m mark, each one moving side to side at different speeds. "Just knock 'em down within a minute, beginning from when you fire your first shot."

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Beacon Academy / Re: A Morning on the Range [Closed]
« on: June 15, 2018, 06:00:08 PM »
"Bleh." Jocelyn looked on the verge of vomiting, about to spit but letting her manners take over. 'I know Aura exists but still. I doubt shooting my team leader is something I can easily explain to the teachers or my parents, to be honest." Having exchanged her pale face for one which looked about as healthy as someone with dysentery, she took up her rifle again, unconsciously feeling a little shaking in her arms.

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Beacon Academy / Re: A Morning on the Range [Closed]
« on: June 15, 2018, 05:27:34 PM »
Was it just her or did Prism just turn into a duck.

The next second her hair was flapping slightly as something whizzed past her ear like a wasp, only like high on every single drug humanity ever thought up in existence. Looking behind her at the wall her face pales considerably as she considers the fact that she could have shot herself, or worse Prism, in the face.

"Uh, yeah, gimme a sec." Dropping her rifle entirely and letting it clatter to the floor, Jocelyn moved over to the thermos of black coffee and straight up chugged half the remaining contents plain. When she lowered the container, her face was screwed up in discontent but her facial color had somewhat returned, though still noticeably paler than usual.

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