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Characters: Epsilon, York, and Delta
Content: Training
Location (including world): Traverse Town, back alley of the second district
Time of Day: Not sure, but the day after Epsilon's last comm post
Warnings: None so far

Epsilon had been doing his best to cheer up Allison. And it had really worked. But now? They were heading to the agreed upon meeting place to see York and Delta about not repeating that mistake. "Allison, I want you to stay back near me. You'll be safer. I don't want another accident... Got it?"

Allison made some happy noises at that. She didn't mind, and she was happy that her partner was going to work on his aim at least. Being shot hurt.

Once they arrived, Epsilon started checking over his weapon while he waited for York. Sniper rifle is in good shape, at least?

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"Hey, there you are." York headed into the alley from the direction of the hotel; at least it wasn't a tough walk from there. "The one downside to this is the cost of getting more ammo from the moogles, but I think we can swing it."

Delta hovered next to York. "Hello, Church. I am glad we can assist you with this."

Epsilon nodded at that. "Well, if I could aim better, I'd need less ammunition. Besides that, I think I've gotten plenty of money to help. It's not like I need the stuff you humans do. Cost of living is cheaper, though injuries are harder to deal with."

He looked to Delta. "I appreciate your assistance. I think I'll need all the help I can get. My aim is terrible."

"Yeah, about that, you ever use anything other than a sniper rifle?" York asked. He really wasn't too sure what Epsilon's actual combat experience was. Sniper rifles and pistols were precision weapons; you took shots you were sure of with those. Not hard when it was dream eaters, providing you could aim, but at least assault rifles didn't require the accuracy that the other guns did. Well, and if they had a shotgun, that would be fine except for the short range. They didn't, though, so he could scratch that one off.

"Regardless of one's weapon, consistent practice will help improve your skill," Delta said.

Epsilon pulled out his only other gun at that. A magnum. "Just this and the sniper rifle. My aim is about as good with both. Never really had anything else in a body like this. And my memories aren't all that inclusive. Unfortunately."

Looking at Delta, he nodded. "Going to need a lot of practice."

"There are weapons that don't require the same precision, but we'll work with what you've got for now. D's gonna put up targets for you; we talked about you doing it yourself, but we weren't sure that you could do the projections," York said.

"And there is also a possibility that you would subconsciously move the targets after you had taken a shot," Delta added.

"Yea. I don't think it'll be that cheap or easy to get new weapons."

Epsilon couldn't help an annoyed noise at Delta's accusation. "Hey! I'm not that bad. I wouldn't cheat." Lying so much. "But the projections would probably be easier for you than me."

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"I am not suggesting it would be an act of will," Delta stated calmly. "Merely that you are very...human. Because of that, your desire to hit the target might adjust it in spite of your nature as an AI."

Epsilon looked away at that. "I guess you're right. It would be tempting, especially after all the misses. And I'm not perfect at controlling myself."

York clapped Church on the shoulder. "Hey, none of us are. Well, maybe the Counselor, but who wants to be that guy?"

Epsilon couldn't help a laugh at that. "I have better things to do with my existence thank to spend it kissing the Director's ass, York."

"Amen to that." York nodded down the alley, and Delta brought up a projected target. "Show me how you aim that thing." It was a sniper rifle, so the range was ridiculously close, but that was all to the good for this.

Epsilon raised his rifle, using the scope zoom in spite of the close range... At least he wasn't trying to do voice activation like before?

He aimed carefully, trying to focus on making the perfect shot. Just to miss by a foot and have the bullet ricochet. "Fucking bullshit."

York held his hand out. "Can I see it for a sec?"

Epsilon grumbles, but he hands the sniper rifle over to York. "Fine. Here you go." It didn't look like anything was actually wrong with it though.

York looked it over, then glanced at Delta. He sighted at the target, then handed it back. "It looks good. Practice it is." This was going to take a while.

Epsilon eyed them at that. "So I can't just claim it's the sight anymore? Fuck." Well, nothing to do but take the gun back and start practicing, aiming for the target again.

After some time, York called a halt. "Okay, good enough for now." He had to wonder how Epsilon was a terrible shot; was that something that he got from the Director? The other AIs were pretty good with precision.

Epsilon just looked at York. "Who are we kidding? I still haven't hit anything... This isn't going to work."

York sighed and crossed his arms. "You ever tried to use a knife? I know that Wash...uh." Well, that was a great thing to say. Good job, York.

Delta spoke up. "Perhaps York is right and another weapon would be better suited to your style."

Epsilon eyed Church at that. "David was good with a knife. I remember that. Saw it before the storage unit... I could try it. You won't tell him?"

"I don't think he'd be too thrilled if I told him and I know he's keeping stuff from me, so I'm going to stick to never mentioning it to him, ever," York said. "...if you actually manage to hurt me, I guess I can get D to tell him."

Delta looked at York silently for a moment that stretched just too long. "I will not."

Epsilon makes a frustrated noise at that. "When is he ever thrilled about anything? But I'll keep that in mind. He never has to know." He looks down. "I don't want to hurt you, York. Even by accident."

"He used to get excited about things. The project didn't do nice things to any of us." York spread his hands. "Accidents happen, but we're going to be as careful as we can." Was it possible for an AI to need glasses? The Director wore glasses...

"Don't I know it." Epsilon looked away at that. "Accidents with my aim are too damn frequent, York. Is hurting you that far-fetched?"

"Stabbing is pretty up close. Hopefully you'd work the kinks out." Not that York is totally sure about this either, but 'don't go anywhere without a buddy' wouldn't be nice to say.

Epsilon can't help a nervous laugh at that. "You'd think so..."

"...or you could hide whenever there's fighting, if you're worried about injuring yourself and others." If it was that serious a problem, maybe he'd be better off staying with noncombatants.

Oh... That was the wrong thing to say. "I'm not going to cower behind someone else for protection, York. I'm not a weakling. I'll learn."

"Knife it is, then." Because he's not handing you explosives.

Delta spoke up quietly. "It's possible that the reason that Church has difficulty with firearms is because of our point of origin. The Director did not have any particular martial skill. We may be hardwired in such a way that it makes it difficult, or impossible, to properly shoot a weapon."

Epsilon couldn't help glaring at Delta for that comment. "So you're saying because of that asshole, I'll probably never be able to use a weapon properly?"

"It is a possibility. It should not hamper your ability with a knife." Delta flickered uncertainly.

Epsilon wasn't deterred by that. Actually, he was more stubborn because of it. "I'm going to learn to fight if it kills me. I don't want to have to depend on people to help me for the rest of my existence."

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"Then let's get started," York said. Asking if Epsilon had ever thought about living a life where he wasn't fighting was not the right thing to say right now, even if York wanted to.

Epsilon nodded. "Before something happens to change my mind. Or Wash stumbles into us."

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