"It's thundering outside, right now's the perfect time."
after everyone's eaten something from out of the convenience store, flare carefully leads the group to the parking garage across the street, which corpse and elowen are all too familiar with. he fixes everyone with a designated weapon, monroe and corpse taking a glock each, anette opting for a knife, flare keeping the rifle, and elowen gets flare's silver pistol. owen hangs in the back and decides to watch, cradling a monaco in his hand.
monroe's icy glare lingers on owen while she walks in front of flare. "boozer over there is your responsibility," she mutters under her breath.
flare grins, never able to keep a serious expression. "I'll keep him on a tight leash. don't worry." he brushes past her and gathers everyone in a kind of semi-circle. he drops the bag of weapons at his feet, though it only has knives and ammo in it now.
"you're going to train us?" corpse asks him, sounding skeptical.
"I'm gonna try," flare answers while crouching down and unzipping the duffle bag again. "really, we're just going to practice getting familiar with this stuff." he pulls out a pair of orange and red ski goggles, which he straps onto his head, and they sit over his forehead like sunglasses.
"what are those for?" monroe inquires, holding back a laugh. "you look ridiculous."
flare glances at her over his shoulder, unbothered. "I found them in a desk at the police station. figured they might come in handy at some point." he smirks at her. "jealousy is an ugly color on you, monroe." he's only half-joking.
flare stands up, passing around more of the combat knives until everyone has one. elowen presses her index finger on the pointy tip, barely breaking skin.
"first thing's first, knife skills." flare begins, squaring his shoulders and holding a knife. "get comfortable holding one. It's probably the most important weapon you'll have on you—and always have one on you."
"how do you know this kills them?" elowen asks, and anette nods like she has the same question.
"I don't. but if we think about this objectively, they're humans just like us, only with a fucked up agenda." and supernatural speed, pain tolerance, strength—of what we know. "head shots and stabs to the heart must at least slow it down if not put them down for good."
"sounds easy enough," corpse mumbles, and twirls the knife around his fingers comfortably.
flare arches an eyebrow at that. "to be frank, we won't know until we try. a bullet to the head has done the trick, though, all of us know that much."
flare and his group have more experience with the skin-eaters, and elowen knows that. they've been in the city for a week. she would have to take their word for a lot of things.
shortly after, they're set up into pairs. anette is paired with monroe, and corpse is with elowen. flare will operate as instructor and jump between the two groups, except corpse insisted he knows a thing or two about knife skills. he takes over for elowen's training. owen is eating a toblerone chocolate bar now, sitting against a pillar as their audience.
"are you sure you know what you're doing with that thing?" elowen eyes corpse dubiously, a hand balled at her side, gripped around her doubled-edged blade in her hand.
"more than you, and that's what counts, right?" he undersells how skilled he is with knives.
she squints, unsatisfied. "okay, but that isn't saying much." her knife and close combat skills are little to none. It isn't something that's prioritized anymore with guns and such at their disposal. "maybe I should go get flare—"
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ecstasy | corpse husband
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