[lonewolf]

It had finally happened. Somewhere, someone had put enough pressure on Lone Wolf to run a gun safety course.

At least, they had convinced him to run a one-off seminar.

The beauty of being a subject matter expert was Mark had full discretion to run it however he wanted. There was a small amphitheater set up near the training areas, and that was where he had told the students to gather. The ones that were interested in this kind of thing, at least. When students began to arrive they would notice that Lone Wolf would be nowhere to be found, but there would be a cheap plastic table in the middle of the theater with all kinds of guns on it: predominantly handguns, but anyone familiar with his evasion course would notice Charlotte along the other weapons; the very same terror that he always loaded with dummy rounds in front of the students before each of his exercises.

For anyone unfamiliar with Lone Wolf and his exercises, they would no doubt take this table as an open invitation. After all, as the time came for the seminar to start he was no where in sight. He had a reputation for being laid back and uncaring, going so far as to give out as little homework as possible. Even his lectures were few and far between.

To the initiated, this very much was classic Lone Wolf. There was some kind of twist, something that was going to be unexpected. A trap had been laid, and some of the more foolhardy were beginning to approach the table, reaching out to start picking up the firearms laid out on the table. And for those present and familiar, they would be vindicated that this was in fact a trap. From the left side of the theater Lone Wolf would emerge, an old belt-fed monstrosity in hand as he hefted it up, aimed at the students around the table. For those too oblivious or stupid to take cover, they'd start to move the moment he pulled the trigger.

Of course, every bullet in the gun was a blank. He checked and double checked to ensure there would be no actual rounds in it. That would be too much paperwork if so much as one slipped through. Either way, he swept the entire area with "gunfire", causing general panic and mayhem in the process. Once the last round was expended he'd stand there, nodding his head. "So that's most of you dead," he says, hefting the gun up as he moved towards the table. "I see some of you have some level of sense about you. Good."

He set the monstrosity down, turning to face the class. "I ain't gonna bother with names. Either you knew me from before, or you know me now. What are the four rules of gun safety?" A point blank question, one he knew he was not going to get any good answers to. Some students who had privately asked for lessons knew the rules, either through their own research or trial by fire, but all these kids? There was some thirty students here. He had his doubts.

[Stellar]

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KIMI NO TAION

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THE WHOLE WORLD IS PAINTED OVER ONCE AGAIN

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[attr="class","kiminoleft"] [attr="class","kiminoimg"] [attr="class","kiminolyric"] YOUR WARMTH [attr="class","kiminolyric2"] flowers blossom, and then the moon grows even when the whole world is painted over once again. there was warmth that had told me i was in your hold, but someday, i'll forget and it will be cold - that's all that it was. [attr="class","kiminothing"] lonewolf,

[attr="class","kiminoright"] After another quick Super Moves lesson, Stellar had decided to meet Iphigenia and ask her to grab a bite to eat. As she expected she was in her office working and much to her disappointment she was busy but after she observed two lessons being taught she would be free. Stellar, not wanting to miss the chance, of course immediately offered to go to one in her place which was being taught by Lonewolf! He seemed nice from the few minutes she got to chat with him at the Halloween party, and maybe she'd get to know him better this time around! Truthfully she'd never really been interested in guns but getting better with her aim was always a bonus![break][break] Humming to herself as she made her way over to the lesson she would stop and greet anyone who caught her attention and from time to time would get someone she had taught asking her for advice or wanting to show her their progress. All this meant that she was late to the lesson showing up after Lonewolf had already done his demonstration. With an excited wave "Lonewolf! I'm here to observe and maybe learn some things Iphigenia was supposed to show up but I'm subbing for her today!" She would give him a hug but ultimately decided against it, there was time and place for that. Maybe if she was lucky he'd join them for dinner after??[break][break]

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[Raven Jakobs]

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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]The First Victim [attr="class","rhythm"] How?  Raven was only here for a single day, and was already scoped out by other Gen Ed students as an easy target for teasing and bullying.  Maybe it was the timid appearance, maybe it was her averse personality, maybe it was her giving money to someone who made a big deal out of bumping into them...  Actually, yeah, it was probably that last one.  But somewhere along the way, one of them had a cruel idea to sign her up for one of Lone Wolf's opt in classes. That was a rude awakening to learn she had a surprise class, from a 'Lone Wolf.'  She didn't know his reputation, but her classmates did.  So as she left her dormitory, she wore the pain UAU uniform expecting a simple class.  Just following the directions on her phone and- Why?  Why was she at the training grounds?  Was the class at the ampithe- WHY ARE THERE GUNS!?  She felt her heart jump up to the bottom of her throat, as she internally panicked.  After all, part of the reason WHY she left the United States was because of the gun violence in the area she grew up in, because her parents were penny-pinching jerks who couldn't give two hoots about their daughter's well-being.  She seemed stuck, frozen in place as she had to at least attend this class.  Just attend this one, and then she can run back to the safety of History class. The sound of gunfire then echoed from the Ampitheater.  She froze on the spot, hands up in the air as she screamed bloody frickin' murder. Even screaming still as Lone Wolf declared that most of the students were dead.  Still screaming as he explained how some have good senses about them, with her voice finally giving out with some lightheadedness.  Blinking a little as her heart was racing too dang much this early in the morning, she would find herself in the crosshairs of a question concerning the rules of gun safety.  Of course she knew, she was expected to know as such thanks to her parent's drilling it in her head despite not wanting anything to do with guns thanks to her quirk. "Treat all...  Finger...  Trigger...  Safe...  Know target..." Raven mumbled, practically choking over her words trying to get them out.  Forcing herself to go through with this as she started to sweat profusely, and quite noticeably anyone paying attention to her would see bullets of various calibur were being pushed out through her sweat pores.  The metallic shells clinking and clanking against her skin, clothing, and then on the ground as they were all verifiably dud bullets. Having been trained to unconsciously sweat duds unless she needed to, all thanks to her therapist back in the States giving her training exercises to not accidentally sweat live rounds.... (tagged)⏤ Stellar ,lonewolf ,

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[lonewolf]

There truly was a God, and he had a sense of humor. Mark knew this because he was the butt of every joke that old man told. Looking over at Stellar he gave her a smile and indicated a place to the side as the class slowly got their act together. Some where ready for a fight, others were still grappling with what just happened. The few that had expected this were staying in their seat. "There'll be plenty to observe, especially is people don't answer the question." Or if they didn't pull themselves together. The girl in the pink needed an extra moment to get a hold of herself.

And yet, in spite of herself, she seemed to be the only one with any kind of sense. And she was sweating bullets. Literally. Like damn, how useful of a skill could that be? Mark was now jealous, but he couldn't openly say that. Instead, it was learning time. "You! Yeah, you, with the nervous disposition! You seem to know what you're talking about, which puts you one full leg up on all these hero wannabes. Take a deep breath, and enlighten the class." He took a seat on the table, picking up one of the guns and point it...down? Was down right?

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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]The Four Rules of Gun Safety [attr="class","rhythm"] Great.  Her first class ever and she got tricked into a gun class, AND everyone now thinks of her as a huge fat weenie who can't keep it together especially after that blood curdling scream.  She felt herself shrink in the gaze of the students who were in abject shock that someone so cowardly, so pathetic actually signed up for this elective class.  But here we are, and Raven is the object of everyone's ire. Shivering in place and mumbling a portion of the answer out thanks to all of that gun nut training her strict parents.  And because she couldn't help but partially answer, it got her picked on by the teacher.  "You!" "ME!?" She practically squeaked out, finger pointing at herself as Lone Wolf confirmed that he was, indeed, picking her out of the crowd. But instead of picking on her for being the class screw up, she was apparently ahead of these other students on this knowledge.  She shook her head no, abjectly refusing with her hands waving from side to side as she did not want anything to do with this, but with him taking a seat and telling her to take a deep breath pretty much settled it.  Frick. Now forced into this position, Raven forced herself to take a deep breath as she was definitely going to probably make a fool of herself.  Again "TreatAllWeaponsAsIfTheyAreLoaded," Raven spoke all in one breath, suddenly lost all of that air, took a breath again and started speaking normally, "Keep the finger off the trigger until you are ready to fire.  Always aim the gun in a safe direction.  And be sure of what your target is and what's behind it."  She was still shaking like a leaf, but at least she stopped sweating as bad as she was near the beginning of the class now that she was able to speak in a normal rhythm.  Though as she looked at the table once again, she soon recognized the guns there and felt a tightness in her throat.  Both an innate curiosity to touch one, and a far more powerful fear overriding those kinds of curiosity that made her feel like she was suffocating.  Especially whatever freakish monstrosity of a gun he was holding. (tagged)⏤ lonewolf ,Stellar ,

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[Freja Helt]

When she first joined UAU, she never thought she would take an interest in, or even have a need for gun safety knowledge. That was, until she had fought a villain that used guns. It was Sumi that finally talked her into going to the class, as it couldn't hurt to have a little more knowledge about another type of weapon, even if it was more complex than the bat she usually wielded. At the very least, the more she knew about guns, the less scary they would become, right? As one of the cautious students, Freja watched in abject horror as their teacher Lone Wolf gunned everyone down with blanks in the very BEGINNING of the lesson.

Yup, she was still terrified of guns!!

She knew Lone Wolf from his classes, from his infamous No Man's Land, but she hadn't actually talked to him one on one before. Out of all the teachers UA had on staff, he was easily the most intimidating, so when Stellar showed up she couldn't help but feel a bit more at ease. Some good vibes to balance out the scary ones. She couldn't help but look over and take note of Raven as she kept screaming, long after Lone Wolf had made his point. Poor soul, was she going to be okay? She didn't recognize her, which probably meant she was in her first year. Yet somehow, Raven gave the correct answer to the question about gun safety! Talk about impressive! As far as Freja knew there wasn't exactly official written material for them to study before this opt-in class.

However, not every student present seemed to share Freja's positive impression of Raven, and as soon as she took note she would begin making her way through the class to get up next to Raven while she talked with Lone Wolf. After Raven was done dishing out more wisdom, Freja tried to put a hand on her shoulder. ''That was seriously impressive, you really do know what you're talking about!'' She beamed, trying her best to be as friendly as possible with Raven before shooting a glare back at the rest of the class. ''Anyone who looks down on someone who gets startled by gunfire would have to be extremely pathetic, don't you think?''

Despite taking Raven's side, the two of them couldn't be more different. For starters, she didn't recognize a single gun on the table, nor the one Lone Wolf had used to shoot blanks earlier. If she was this far behind someone like Raven, she really needed to hunker down and listen!

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[lonewolf]

Well, damn. Someone actually knew their gun safety. The girl didn't exactly seem native, so she probably brought the knowledge from abroad; that was common with UAU student. But, a pass was a pass and he was going to give credit where credit was due. "Exactly right!" He held up the gun, making sure the barrel was pointing up. "Those are the most important rules you need to know when it comes to gun safety. Every single accident involving a gun has come from someone not abiding by these rules. If you fail to abide by these rules, then you or someone around you is going to get hurt. And if any one of you losers decides to touch one of my guns without my permission before I've drilled that lesson into your heads, I will personally remove your booger hook." It was crude, but it was better than threatening to give them a Darwin award. It got a few murmurs going on through the crowd, so there was that, too.

"And as a matter of fact, Miss Helt, I will look down on people that do startle easily around gunfire." It was harsh, but it was for a reason. "Almost every one of you here are from the hero course. Almost every one of you wanted to learn something from the crazy American. And you will learn these four basic rules before you leave today. But I am going to judge you all very heavily, especially at your reactions." He lowered the weapon, making sure the magazine wasn't in it. "As a reminder, you are all hero students. Heroes have lots of jobs, but I bet the one you're all thinking of is beating up bad guys. I have a hard truth for all of you, and that's these tools here are to level the playing field. A citizen has to jump through a billion hoops just to get approved to buy a gun here in Japan. But what about a criminal?" Silence. Good, that meant they were listening. "A determined criminal will not hesitate to acquire a gun. Or pull it out if you're there. Or, God forbid, use it. They are loud, and unless you have a quirk that can make you impervious to bullets or are wearing bullet resistant armor you better get ready to move or find Jesus, because in that moment the only savior you got are the skills you have or what Holy Ghost the Almighty sends your way." He stood up, cradling the magazine in one hand as he looked over the students around. "If you have any questions, nows the time to ask, because I'm running you all through as many hypotheticals as I can so I know you know the four basic rules."

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