Mark reloaded his gun, namely by hitting the mag release with his thumb, letting the spent magazine hit the table, flipping the gun upside down while using two fingers to grab another magazine, flip it into the air and land it in the gun, tap it against the table and sending the slide forward. "I can," he says, bringing it up and letting loose on a target downrange. "But considering you've never held a gun before in your life, I ain't about to put a pea shooter in your hand and let you loose. We're going over safety first."

With his own practice over, he ejected the last magazine and set the gun down. "Considering you want this, what are the four basic rules to gun safety?" They were pretty easy to learn, but there were a lot of ignorant people who didn't know anything about guns or how to properly use them. He had to establish this first before anything important could be taught.

Yanai Yoko

Once the drinks had been traded Mark took a big gulp of liquor and made a face. <"God, I don't ask much, why couldn't you have put that woman fifty miles in pick a direction away from me?"> he says in plain English, Midwestern accent coming through and a little too loud. Wiping his face he lets out a sigh, looking over at Ryota. "I've had the pleasure of working with Penny once, and it took every ounce of will to not go crazy. How do you put up with it on the regular?" He shook his head, walking at Ryota's pace as he looked around the party. "Sorry for dragging you out of there, I needed an excuse to get away. I can deal with people, but lately it's been harder than I'd like."

Mark stops next to a wall, looking back at the bar and then at Ryota. "I would tell you, but to be honest I don't read the beer labels. Ever. I can, but I like to be surprised. Well, some of the time, I like being surprised." There were some surprises he was not prepared for. "Anyways, I've got nothing. For the drive. Unless you wanna come into one of my classes and prey on their souless, dead eyes after I throw them through No Man's Land for the thousandth time. I get the impression it's not a fun exercise. For them, at least."

Ryota Hada

A little notepad had various doodles and points he could look back on when he got back to his office, but when he looked up and saw a familiar face he couldn't help but pause. He hadn't seen Kokoro since that night, and while he wanted to get back in contact with her he couldn't bring himself to do it. Now that he saw her again, he couldn't help but wonder: what was she doing here? And what was with the swords?

As she went in he looked around. There weren't that many people around, but that didn't mean he wouldn't be observed. Taking a breath, he made sure his guns were on him and out of sight, put his notepad in his jacket, locked up his car and went to follow her inside. Worst case scenario, she was involved in this in some way...which would suck, but love did that. Not that he knew what love was.

The inside was smoky and foul smelling, but this wasn't the first bar Mark had been do that had those characteristics. In truth, he should have been professional and stayed in the car, but he couldn't help himself. Doing a brief scan he noted where Kokoro went, and inviting himself next to her at the bar he held up his hand at the tender as he got her order. "Beer for me, whatever ya recommend. I'll cover for the lady, too." He looked over at her, winking. "Fancy meeting you here."

Kokoro

This was the third time. Mark didn't get it.

Sure, he had a small collection of firearms, one or two that weren't exactly legal within Japan. Sure, he was an expert marksman with just a revolver. Sure, he was a stickler for gun safety. But why were hero students of all things wanting to learn how to shoot guns? Didn't they come here to learn how to use their quirks? How to jump good? Truth, justice and the American way all that other stuff? Don't these fools know that a gun is one of the best ways to ruin someone's day?

He let out a sigh as he finished setting up his makeshift range, with targets going out to three meters, ten meters, and fifteen meters. His folding table had a series of protection equipment, a few different calibers of bullets, and a revolver lying on the table. He himself would have a pair of aviators on, The Carry in one hand as he sighted in at the farthest target. Each pull of the trigger a splat of paint would hit it, leaving a large mess on the left side of the target. Once empty he'd hit the magazine release, flip the gun upside down, and begin to reload with a single hand. It was not the most efficient way to reload, but if his other arm was incapacitated this would be the only way he could reload.

This all was in preparation for the new training session with Yoko. Who had a little bit of an attitude problem. At the very least, Mark could sass off and not get in trouble.

Yanai Yoko

Peter, Paul, and Mary, how in the world did he become a magnet to all these people? At the very least Mai and Kaz could talk amongst themselves as that conversation didn't involve him too intently, but Ryota and company? Yeah...yeah he was stuck. The fake smile he gave Ryota was enough to convey that. "That. Is not how you drink Jim Bean," Mark says, making an assumption on the brand of the bottle he was holding. "How 'bout we trade? I feel like I need something a little heavier with one of your associates here," he says, indicating Penny. The flirting she was doing was not lost on him, and he decided to really throw a wrench into her plans. "I know it's none of my business, but I had a few ideas for a drive you can do. How 'bout we walk and talk?"

He stood up, getting right in between Penny and Ryota as well as flashing a wink at Stellar. "Won't be more than ten minutes, promise."

Penny ✾, Stellar, Ryota Hada,

"You know, if you told me you were going to flash me, I would have misinterpreted and be caught with my pants down!" Innuendo's aside, the moment she started shooting he got down. Thankfully, between the angle and where she was shooting, the rounds weren't hitting him. That said, the amount of pucker in this particular instant was not fun in the slightest. All in all, worst gunfight he had ever been in. He fired a few shots at the corner in response, but the best he was going to do was give her a minor case of static shock; the rounds discharged as they hit the brick, most of their payload going into the air instead of into Retsu.

The sound of a new grenade also scared the pants off of him, and the best he was going to be able to do is find some level of cover behind a dumpster. The good news was the concussive force wouldn't be enough to take him out; the bad news was, that wasn't the dangerous part of a frag grenade. Regardless, there was nothing he could do to chase after Retsu.

Changing out mags, he waited to listen in on what she was doing, and hearing nothing he grabbed a piece of trash and threw it out into the open. Not seeing it get obliterated he slowly rounded the corner of his makeshift corner, limping as he was peppered with a few more bits of fragmentation; he wasn't directly on top of the blast, but the metal was still flying at speed. He thought he heard her running, but that might just be his imagination. After doing a quick sweep of the area, though, he found that she had vacated the premises, and with sirens closing in he took the opportunity to slump against the wall. On one hand, he failed his main objective, which was to bring Retsu in. But in this failure, he learned a few things. Something he could pass on to other heroes. Maybe some good could come of this in the future.

Bakiri Retsu,