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[strictdiscipline]

Who: riza hawkeye (strictdiscipline) & open!
What: a catchall, basically
When: all month
Where: oot 'n aboot
Warning(s): none yet, will update if necessary


I - SHADES DARKER

[ Work at Shades Darker, despite the customer base, is far more tame than she imagines. For the most part, she completes and files paperwork in the back, tidying up schedules and correcting small mistakes in wages for employees whose names she's slowly beginning to commit to memory.

But sometimes she's expected to put on a good face for the public, especially when information's needed, and so she treks outside to the streets, false modesty and cheer on her face as she flags down passersby. ]

Excuse me, we're looking to gather opinions for our next [ entirely made up, please don't kill me mods ] promotion. If you could take a look at these two photos—

[ At which point she hands over said photos. Both are very revealing, though of entirely different things. ]

Which do you prefer?

[ THE QUESTION: Are you a tits or an ass person, please respond truthfully. ]

[ ooc: feel free to assume some basic handwaved cr if your character also works there. ]

II - SHOOTING RANGE

[ Somewhere between Shades Darker and the gun range, her persona shifts. The polite smile drops from her face, her shoulders straighten, and her stride takes on an almost dangerous efficiency as she collects her equipment and heads out to the back. There's been little use for a firearm of any sort so far, her job now dealing with wealthy clientele rather than criminals, but she's hardly about to sit around and wait for the next emergency to occur.

She's a regular at the range, and if there's anything particularly notable about her, it's the way she never smiles after making a perfect shot (often) and makes less noise than the gun in her hands. It's obvious she means business, though less obvious just what exactly she's training for.

But if you're struggling, or you ask nicely, she'll offer a few tips here and there. ]

III - OUT AND ABOUT (FEAT. DOG)

A - [ Riza's not the only one that needs exercise. Twice a day she grabs the leash hanging by the door and takes Hayate out for a walk around the city blocks. For the most part, the walk's uneventful, halted by a cursory sniff here and an obligatory bark there.

But as it turns out, lengthy periods of stasis and an entirely new environment does no favors for anyone, least of all a dog still partly in the throes of puppyhood. Something - a squirrel, another animal, that tasty sandwich in your hand - catches Hayate's attention, and he bolts, pulling the leash out of Riza's hands as he darts towards the newest thing to catch his eye. ]

Hayate!

[ Better move quick, else there'll be a small dog getting all up in your business. ]

B - [ On her days off, and when he behaves, she takes Hayate out for a bonus walk, but not through the main city area. Instead, they turn off towards the nearest park, meandering until they find an unobtrusive spot by a tree. There, she runs him through drills - sit, lie down, stay, and come to name a few - careful to reward him after each trick accomplished. It's a surprisingly successful session up until the last trick: she lifts her hand and mock fires a gun, but instead of collapsing and rolling over, he merely wags his tail, tongue lolling out one side of his mouth.

Well, she tried. ]

IV - WILDCARD

[ ooc: you know the deal. write a prompt, or leave me a blank comment/comment with any prefs and i'll write you a custom starter! feel free to hit me up via PM or private plurk at speedforce to discuss anything. ]

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[strictdiscipline]

[ His answer's relieving, enough that she lets out a quick huff of air, shoulders dropping briefly before straightening out as she runs through the brief set of stretches she'd learned at the academy. As she does so, she flashes him a humorless smile. ]

I'll be sure to sing your praises.

[ Assuming she's even able to afterwards. It's been months since she's engaged in any sort of proper fight, Colonel Mustang's strict orders often relegating her to some secluded place for long periods of time. And while she'd always been able to hold her own during a fight, this man is both larger and heavier than she is.

Still, she isn't going to tell him to go easy on her just because she's a woman; that'd be insulting to the both of them. ]

Ready?

[hannya]

[He scoffs.]

Let's just stick to facts, huh?

[Majima sinks into a low stance and tilts his head just so to keep his good eye on her. He doesn't even have his knife on him; as much as he likes to go overboard with training, he won't do it when he hasn't even properly gauged her skill yet.]

Whenever you are.

[He takes a few cautious steps forward, but waits to see her first move before making his own.]

[strictdiscipline]

[ The facts are that he's a bartender with a good eye for ratios and proportions and a penchant for not hassling his patrons about their personal lives. What more anyone could ask for, she doesn't know.

But she'll say all that later, after this fight is over and if she by some miracle comes out on top. ]

Then let's start.

[ With a nod.

He watches her cautiously and she does much the same, noting where he puts his weight and what side he favors. There's not much to go off this early on so she chances a move, a low strike towards his abdomen to feel out how good his balance is. ]

[hannya]

[Majima's fingers curl a little tighter in anticipation when Riza moves closer. The punch she throws is quick, but his low stance allows him to catch her by the wrist as soon as she makes contact.

The hit still stings and forces a grunt out of him, but he twists her wrist and uses it to push her back while throwing off her stance.]