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Paintball, was it? Malodore pondered this. That meant projectiles, which meant that damage beyond overtaxing one's muscles and tendons was possible. It studied the splat the paintball had made. Not too powerful, but possibly enough to bruise at close range.... maybe blister. It mentally adjusted the supplies it would bring to the exercise.

... of course, it wasn't planning on playing...

Awww, she was only joking! She sat quiet after that though, watching and listening as Riley continued on to explain the answer to the situation. She spent..every day here?! Junko's eyes widened a little. She knew she couldn't spend every day here, she had things to do that would keep her from doing that...not to mention she was sure she couldn't handle anything like that. Her eyes were trained on Riley the entire time, watching intently as she stalked around the group. Wow, she really didn't like sleepy? She pursed her lips a little, unsure why she had such a problem with the sleepy thing until she noticed...Aksaja. Ah. Okay.

Oh! They were bringing up the paintball thing again. Junko turned back to Riley and gave the paintball game a good look. A really good look.

...That was what you played this game with? Junko had never touched one of those things in her life! She squeaked and ducked when she heard the gun go off, looking to Seiji as he whispered in her ear. They would? Oh dear. She didn't think of that! She knew Yaya was in the other club but...oh dear. "I'm..going to need a lot of practice." Junko muttered, scratching at her cheek with a small pout. She was calling it now. She doubted she'd be hitting any targets today.

Christof was practically skipping when he rolled the cart out, and beamed proudly as he was used as the example for the armor.

It wasn't until the gun was pointed to his forhead did he sense anything amiss.

Oh, Hell's-

The rest was cut off as his head was thrust backwards from the sudden shot, knocking him off of his already unstable feet to groan uneasily on the ground.

M-mistress... why....?? came the weak, confused thought.

He shook his head, slowly gathering himself up.

At least she had put the helmet on him first.

What the candle jack? Damien felt bad for the patchwork who was just doing his job, a bang up job at that, literally. at least humpty dumpty was still in one piece this time.

Helmet & Armor = important, the message was well received.

The hound couldn't wait to get up from the mat, his leg had the numbing tingles and didnt want to move an inch to alleviate it during Riley's speech. She seemed like the kinda creature that would have a trigger finger that could easily "Slip", he didn't want to be made a special helper like the skinwalker or the patchwork, by special he meant a walking target.

He walked to inspect the armor with a stern face, something didn't seem right, missing. What was it? The helmet was the right size and the chest padding was good but as he left his way down he realized there was something that might need to be addressed.

"Um, what about for us boils who need extra coverage for......... important parts?" He asked the one who served as the club's physician, trying not to look embarrassed about asking such a thing.
The hand the rubbed his own neck nervously obviously didn't get the memo to look casual about it.

Party poopers.

Yeah, that's what cups are for. We normally don't give out cups, though. Used cups.. That's kind of disgusting.

Except, of course, Malodore just had to call out and make her feel bad. She made a face, and whispered something to Christof.

I mean, if you really want to use the cups we have, I guess I'll lend them out. It's just.. you probably want to get your own next time. 'Cause. They're cups.

Bright red ones, in fact.

Shehk's ears drooped down when the patchwork was shot, her own stitches (which weren't as plentiful as Christof's, but none the less) aching in sympathy. Riley had gotten her point across.

Quite clearly. Never the less, the Pricolici popped up to her feet when they were allowed to get moving, pausing to give the patchwork a pat on the shoulder, before pausing, seeming to hesitate about leaving her gym bag, but ultimately deciding to before she went to pick up a helmet, putting it on her head loosely, putting the chestplate under one arm, and then picking up a gun. She'd get everything put on when she got out there, just to keep her from being a target for someone who felt like breaking the rules.

Shehk knew quite well that Riley was not the sort that she would want to annoy by any means. Yikes.

However, it wasn't long before the plague doctor's shout to Riley caused Shehk to sputter verbally, dropping the gun and the chestplate to the ground.

Well, not quite the gun, Shehk had caught that (with her face in the barrel. She quickly turned it away from her), before she picked up the chestplate again, ears drooping down awkwardly.

She hadn't been expecting someone to yell that out, but none the less she shot a look to Nukpana over one shoulder before she started out to 'outside' as requested.

The Igor wobbled to his feet, still seeing stars, it would seem as he blinked up at his Mistress in confusion, even as the other club members filed through to pick their supplies from his cart. He clutched her hand as he willed the ground to stop wobbling under him and straightened his helmet. It would not be coming off any time soon. Protection was important, yes. Sure, pain might register different for someone... of his undeadly status, but unpleasant was unpleasant all the same.

What sort of cups, Mistress? He managed lamely, looking over the cart frantically to try to retrieve them. I might know where I could find some paper ones...

The patchwork just got shot in the face... The patchwork just got SHOT in the FACE.

The Level of epic in the room jumped exponentially. Again the boil turned to grin at his friend. Clawed hand slipping over to curl around Junko's hip, tugging her closer. If she needed practice, he'd help her out, of course.

As everyone got up to retrieve a helmet and a chest guard, he too got to his feet, offering a hand down to help Junko up as well before wandering forward to claim a set for himself. "I didn't expect anything this damn cool to be happening in this club," he commented honestly to no one in particular as he inspected the front of the helmet.

At the mention of cups the ghost crinkled his nose, glancing at the doctor before turning his attention back to getting his body armor on. If they needed cups for target practice... Well, he had a little more faith and trust in his fellow students then to assume he needed that sort of protection.