Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20170711055926/@comment-26104528-20170715192218

(So I've 90% finished the main map of the Flagg campus which I'll upload sometime this weekend. Just need to decide if anymore details need to go onto it.)

The first building that Edom would come across was the main shooting range, consisting of an armory and repair shop connected to a long concrete trench with the usual fare of holographic targets on flat mobile drones. To the west and right next door was the main gym (where Edom's hand-to-hand class would be taught) which was a three-story, somewhat boxy building with 4 pylons coming off the top. Furthest to the west was "The Pit", a large open air arena used for examinations, preliminary testing, and any other purposes that needed lots of space while having a modicum of privacy. In the north was the infirmary as well as local offices for the various combat instructors. In the center of the district was the classrooms where students could expect to learn technical skills, solo and squad tactics, etc.

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"...I don't blame ya for wanting out, Skyler. I don't wanna die working this job either." a monkey faunus with cybernetic legs and an LMG with a rotary barrel said to the Sparrowhawk faunus sitting next to him on a bench in front of the range.

"Why not go military like me? I guaruntee they're not gonna drop you in the grunts and call it a day."Agent Callicut replied as she gently polished the scope for her sniper rifle/bladed yumi as she awaited the students for her class.

"Ya kidding me? Army's full of mouth-breathers and other dregs with nowhere else to go, I'm too bone-headed to join the Navy, and I hate flying anyway so..."

"Clayton, what is your plan anyway? Not die?" the bird scoffed as she tilted her head. That's when her striking orange eyes landed on Edom. Shivering, hands full with suitcase and weapon case...

"Ah...fresh meat." the monkey grinned as he took a look himself. A tall skinny build, something about the gait didn't imply melee fighter, and the long gun case hinted at containing a rifle or polearm of some sort. "Think he's in your class? Looks like it to me."

"Oi! Advanced long range?" the sparrowhawk called in a friendlier tone as she got up.