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2nd Shot - [Video]
Jan. 19th, 2015 06:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
blackdarjeeling[Well, look here: It's the main entrance hall of the Xavier Mansion, the afternoon light streaming in all the more vivid from the blanketing of snow just outside. Al - dark circles creased under his eyes, in even sorer need of a shave than usual - makes for a stark contrast. He's wielding the camera on his phone up at himself with one hand while he maneuvers a clear, plastic bin against one of the far walls with the other.]
Armed Combat course sessions start official tomorrow. Those that signed up over winter break'll be getting an e-mail with where to meet and the section they're assigned to. Those that didn't have got 'til I lay my head down tonight to convince me I should make an exception on account of their lack of forethought. If you're in the advanced section, you'll want to bring in any weapons you'll want with you for practical drills for me to look over.
[He pauses then, something seeming to occur to him, and glowers down at the screen.]
And don't give me any guff about starting late in the term. My plate's plenty full without having to listen to school-kids whinging that they ain't got enough fucking work to do.
As for this... [The toe of one of his boots nudges roughly against the bin in front of him.] You got winter clothes, first aid supplies, or canned food you want to donate to the relief groups in the District, drop'em here. If you don't, don't. I'm just ferrying the shit back and forth. Like I've got nothing but time to play messenger boy --
[Swear to God, when he finds out who let slip about his arrangement with Xavier's to the charity workers around Gem, he's going to stick a fifth of Stoli so far up their ass that every time they greet guests from now on it'll count as bottle service.]
Armed Combat course sessions start official tomorrow. Those that signed up over winter break'll be getting an e-mail with where to meet and the section they're assigned to. Those that didn't have got 'til I lay my head down tonight to convince me I should make an exception on account of their lack of forethought. If you're in the advanced section, you'll want to bring in any weapons you'll want with you for practical drills for me to look over.
[He pauses then, something seeming to occur to him, and glowers down at the screen.]
And don't give me any guff about starting late in the term. My plate's plenty full without having to listen to school-kids whinging that they ain't got enough fucking work to do.
As for this... [The toe of one of his boots nudges roughly against the bin in front of him.] You got winter clothes, first aid supplies, or canned food you want to donate to the relief groups in the District, drop'em here. If you don't, don't. I'm just ferrying the shit back and forth. Like I've got nothing but time to play messenger boy --
[Swear to God, when he finds out who let slip about his arrangement with Xavier's to the charity workers around Gem, he's going to stick a fifth of Stoli so far up their ass that every time they greet guests from now on it'll count as bottle service.]
