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lucetilogs2014-08-10 10:17 pm
endgames) wrote in lucetilogs2014-08-10 10:17 pm
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just tell me why baby they might call me crazy
Who: Masaomi (generalflirt) and Shikamaru (endgames)
What: A joint mission
When: Backdated to August 3-9
Where: Southern Farmlands - Fort Foster
Summary: Masaomi and Shikamaru finish up their third and final week of MSF Boot Camp together. While they're there they toast Specialist Davis' passing and try (and fail) to get in touch with a certain person.
Rating: One-star. I've seen better this summer. (but nah, probably PG-13)
The final week of MSF Training is far less forgiving than the first two. The drill sergeant and instructors expect nothing short of unquestioned compliance from any recruit that's made it this far. You jump when you're told; you drop and count off until the sergeant says you're done. A sassy remark isn't going to see you doing laps at this stage, but with a kick in the ass back to your enclosure.
The first few days are a warm-up in intense physical exercises, clocking their times and their limits. There's a brief reprieve when they're tested in hand-to-hand and self-defense, as well as the final qualifications to handle MSF weaponry. The last three days of training are spent in a dual teamwork and survival exam. They're flown out in helicopters, in eight teams of six, into a canyon somewhere along Tubutu River. Including the climb back out of the canyon, it's a 100 kilometer trek in the summer heat back to their destination at Fort Foster. They're given nothing but a map and the clothes on their back, and instructions to stay away from the main roads. No easy path here. Along the way supplies might be found, but they're mostly expected to fend and gather food and water for themselves, working together.
And it's a long way back. When they do make it, however, there's mercifully some downtime as final assessments are carried out. A night's rest too, before they're shipped back to their enclosures.
generalflirt) and Shikamaru (endgames)What: A joint mission
When: Backdated to August 3-9
Where: Southern Farmlands - Fort Foster
Summary: Masaomi and Shikamaru finish up their third and final week of MSF Boot Camp together. While they're there they toast Specialist Davis' passing and try (and fail) to get in touch with a certain person.
Rating: One-star. I've seen better this summer. (but nah, probably PG-13)
The final week of MSF Training is far less forgiving than the first two. The drill sergeant and instructors expect nothing short of unquestioned compliance from any recruit that's made it this far. You jump when you're told; you drop and count off until the sergeant says you're done. A sassy remark isn't going to see you doing laps at this stage, but with a kick in the ass back to your enclosure.
The first few days are a warm-up in intense physical exercises, clocking their times and their limits. There's a brief reprieve when they're tested in hand-to-hand and self-defense, as well as the final qualifications to handle MSF weaponry. The last three days of training are spent in a dual teamwork and survival exam. They're flown out in helicopters, in eight teams of six, into a canyon somewhere along Tubutu River. Including the climb back out of the canyon, it's a 100 kilometer trek in the summer heat back to their destination at Fort Foster. They're given nothing but a map and the clothes on their back, and instructions to stay away from the main roads. No easy path here. Along the way supplies might be found, but they're mostly expected to fend and gather food and water for themselves, working together.
And it's a long way back. When they do make it, however, there's mercifully some downtime as final assessments are carried out. A night's rest too, before they're shipped back to their enclosures.
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[ Masaomi arches a brow and then waves a hand dismissively ] Earth magic. You know how most Elites have the ability to shift some element or two? That sort of deal. So yeah, like that.
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[ . . . . ]
The ground split inside a TERRACE prison?"
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How'd he manage that?
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[ . . . ]
"It was still aboard a flying ship. No one would make a thick layer of artificial earth aboard an airship."
Okay so he was a metalbender!
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[But you already contradicted yourself so he's mostly commentating at this point than even trying to help, good job Masaomi.]
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"Why? I can't imagine the purpose of having land built into a military fortress. Unless it were a retrofitted bio-platform, perhaps..." [ He sighed ] "But then, little makes sense on this planet."
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It's the other way around - the fortress was built into the land. TERRACE is a floating island the Malnosso discovered centuries ago.
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Ah... yeah. It's cool.
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[Handwave. It goes without saying what a capable fortress it is, in spite of that infiltration. He takes a drink from the bottle then offers it to the other two.]
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Man, I almost forgot it was natural myself though.
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It's fortunate for them it's stayed that way. I'd be worried about the thing dropping outta the sky.
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Gambler's fallacy...
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[ Kelskat just huffs at that, feeling superior at this moment. To sip his drink ]
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Neither are true. In a true game of chance, the odds don't change.
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[ Kelskat snorts at that. Spoken like a true capitalist... the world isn't kind enough to change without force. ]
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Not by doing nothing.
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But there's no saying that change will be in your favor, or even in your lifetime, if you rely only on that. Humans can make the odds work for them.
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Oookay. Okay. I'm not going to be tag-teamed here. [ SIGH ]
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He's going to get a drink, excuse him. Head hung ]