1189/Practice Makes Perfectly Problematic

Practice Makes Perfectly Problematic
Date of Scene:	16 April 2020
Location:	Sporting Courts: Triskelion
Synopsis:	Shooting is fun! Vicious shooting of kneecaps!
Cast of Characters:	Jane Foster, Daisy Johnson, Dane Whitman

---

Jane Foster has posed:
SHIELD just couldn't have itself from a competitive racquetball league, no. They couldn't accept tennis doubles casually played every other Tuesday before lunch as a legitimate athletic credit. For some reason, a spy agency wants even its mid-level agents specialized in "other" (with the rest of the specialization underlined in Classified terms) bureaucracy to be competent at shooting things. Why?

"I wouldn't be caught dead with anything other than a Walthers PPK. If it's good enough for 007, it's good enough for me," is a great way to end up with two rotations of shooting practice. Never mind that Jane has other acceptable tactics on file, noooo. Gotta get that time on the range, or trotting back and forth. She is in standard SHIELD sportswear, meaning a t-shirt and yoga pants, because not everyone can be the most awesome Captain Marvel who ever marvelled. Saving her prayers for after practice, she scowls at her expression while waiting. Waiting on what or who? Well...

Daisy Johnson has posed:
To Daisy coming over to the shooting range was just what the doctor ordered. Literally! After a mission where she took a small blow to the head she was to get rest for a couple of days. Though for Quake it means it's also training time. Screw staying in quarters. So she is making her way over to refine on her shooting skills, also dressed in that standard SHIELD practice gear, the t-shirt with the SHIELD logo, the yoga pants.

She makes her way in, still sporting a small bruise just above her brow, her eyes wandering about, her gun set on an holster about her hips. She notes Doctor Foster nearby and begins to approach, easy smile to her lips. "Hello, Doctor Foster, isn't it?" she asks.

Then she glances at the shooting range and then back, perhaps seeking whatever is making the other woman scowl. Perhaps not imagining it's the shooting itself!

Dane Whitman has posed:
So far, Dane Whitman's orientation and evaluation has been going fairly swimmingly. There are, of course, some areas where is somewhat lacking (most notably actual clandestine operations), but many others where he is well ahead of the curve, so it...kind of balances out?

Today though? Well, he hasn't been looking much forward to today. He has a passing familiarity with archery, but modern firearms aren't something he's ever really dealt with much. He's far more of a close-in fighter. Not that he's got any particular distaste...really just kind of no opinion at all.

Aside from his shiny "Level 1 trainee" badge his attire is basic athleticwear, though as he spots at least one familiar face he breaks into a smile, "Morning, Doctor Foster."

Jane Foster has posed:
Whose bright idea was it in the first place to put Jane in front of a shooting range? Probably someone who wants her to be able to defend herself in case of a... Deranged fan? A dangerous spatial model falling on her? For all those times you've ever wanted to blow away Jupiter, she's your girl to make that happen. Still, they have provided her with the practice and the rotation, so that means wearing a bulky set of headphone-like ear protection around her neck and going through the security protocols of checking out her assigned firearm, ammunition, and whatnot. A smile brightens for Daisy as she arrives, a difference from the sharpshooters and snipers who usually make the rounds so early. "That would be me. Hello, and you're Agent Johnson, correct?"

The camber of a smile lofts higher. "I feel like we should have met face to face sooner, but it's a pleasure. Everything going well?"

The careful consideration of assigned targets distracts her for a moment, mostly to avoid holding up anyone else following behind her. "This is so not as cool as it's chalked up to be on TV," she tells Dane when he enters, brightening visibly. "Being sent on the rotation already? Ouch. They let me wait a fortnight."

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"I am, yes." Never Agent Tremors or any combination thereof! Those that came up with that rumor still need to be found and taken care of, but well she's happy that at least -someone- doesn't recognize her like so. "Or Daisy, that's just fine too." For Daisy shooting had been her main defense from her transition from keyboard warrior to a more full-fledged one when she joined SHIELD, along with getting beat-up by May. At least until her powers developped. Though she never underestimated what a good shot could change during a mission.

"And well, I need to learn to move faster.." she gesturing to the bruise. "But other than that, pretty good. And I agree, we should had. Hastings was telling me he was quite impressed when he met you."

Her dark brown gaze then goes over to the other newcomer. "Hey, good morning." she greets, this Agent she not recognizing right from the get go, not that it stops her from introducing herself. "I am Daisy."

Dane Whitman has posed:
"Dane Whitman, nice to meet you, Daisy." Dane introduces himself after having acquired both proper ear protection and safety goggles, and signed out a standard-issue service pistol for practice. He listens carefully to the safety briefing and follows the instructions to the letter, moving along with his weapon and not loading it up just yet.

"Guess they decided I needed the practice sooner rather than later. Probably not wrong, though." Dane replies to Jane, looking quite humored about it. His eyes flick back to Daisy, "I'm going to guess you're the instructor for today's session?"

Jane Foster has posed:
"You must call me Jane if you'll let me call you Daisy," says the brunette, dusting her hand against her yoga pants. The dryness of the winter and early spring aren't kind even to an astrophysicist; a lot of those machines she works with are very finicky. Hermetic environments, too, tend to be low on the humidity scale. Her gaze travels to the bruise and she winces, marking the injury with a concerned look. "Nothing too dangerous, I hope? That looks like it wasn't any fun." Well, as if anyone considers being winged by a blade, bullet or fist to be fun.

She wears her hair in a short French braid, the habit of brushing her bangs from her face forestalled. The gesture starts and she catches herself. "Hastings does me much too much credit. He is kind to say so, though. We have so many people in the building capable of great things, being impressed is rather a part of learning of the job." This, said for Dane's benefit, is met with a widening smile. "I'm just glad I can put off the taekwondo lessons for the week with a double slot here. I don't fancy trying to throw the instructor or practice some kind of flurry of kicks." Why isn't exactly explained, but there could be a number of reasons enough. Letting them slip away, she glances aside to Dane. "I think she might be. How exciting! You certainly don't want me showing you all the basics. They might suggest me for tossing you into a crash mat though." Believe it or not! Jane Foster, martial artist?

Daisy Johnson has posed:
A look is given to one side, then the other. Hands resting on her hips as if in expectation if someone will be approaching the 'gang'. "Well, I am now." she says, never one to obey SHIELD bureaucracy too much. And might as well be a change of pace. She checks in for some ear muffs as well, even if she keeps her own gun without requesting one for it. She likes using her own for this. "How much do you know by now about guns?" she inquires.

Then a glance back to Jane, lifting her shoulders at the question to her bruise, "Just a knock during a mission. Sometimes I can take on being a big too overconfident.." the woes of actually having super powers, sometimes trusting too much about them.

Then she grins, looking between Jane and Dane, "I see you two have met up already in some close combat training by now?"

Dane Whitman has posed:
"Sounds good." Dane replies to Daisy taking over the lesson, and proceeds to answer her question, "I've had some very basic instruction on low-caliber hunting rifles when I was a lot younger. Not much with handguns of any type, or anything else really." But he at least seems to remember his basic safety rules.

"Oh, Doctor Foster and I are pretty well-acquainted, yes. Though I think she's threatening to toss me around in the future. We haven't quite managed to make it to close combat drills at the same time."

Jane Foster has posed:
"As much as it surprises people, I have a mostly diurnal job. Our schedules line up well, which makes for a benefit when it comes to regularly tracking on the mandatory up training." Jane nods to the range in question, and she stifles a laugh. "I might be threatening to give you a sound tumble if you haven't yet been assessed for hand-to-hand combat. Might as well get you boning up on your skills before they get you onto a rigorous training program. A good way to brush the dust off, if you aren't readily doing this all the time."

Her smile builds a bit and she follows Daisy's cues as necessary. When it comes to basic safety rules with that modest pistol, clearly she knows at least that much about how to manage. "I've carried them in the field and passed my basic and intermediate tests." Rank four agent, gotta be somewhat competent. "I haven't requested any particular training with automatic weapons. So reasonable competency. I promise to hit the target most of the time."

She brushes her hair back again, another habit dancing there. Her grin brightens still as the deep gold bangle refuses to slip an inch below her wrist. "Missions make it worthwhile, then. I hope everything went successfully, overconfident or not."

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"Well, you seem to know your basics by now at least." Daisy says of them both. "Safety is the most important part of it. Because noone wants to shoot a foot off by mistake..." Or get ICED by mistake ..., but she doesn't like talking about that... Rules were never a big thing with Daisy, not even after three years at SHIELD. But still she does go on for a bit to show them the best way to keep their weapons safe and secure before moving on to the range itself.

"And hunting rifles, that's fine enough. Mostly what changes is size, and shooting posture." she gestures with her hand for them to go on and take some shots.

She rolls the first targets to not be that far, just to get acquainted, the vaguely humanoid features a few meters further on the range.

"And yea, missions do. Working to keep the people out there safe, never thought it would be what I'd in life but .., here I am." she shrugs briefly, perhaps not yet believing it! "And what about you both? Is being at SHIELD all you imagined? How have your experiences been so far?"

Dane Whitman has posed:
Dane looks thoroughly amused at Jane's particular turn of phrase, but he doesn't comment aloud beyond adding, "Oh, I've done the initial evaluations. Think I did all right." At Daisy's urging, Dane loads the pistol, puts on his ear protection and safety glasses, and once the targets are in place, fires off a series of shots. All told it's far from terrible. He might lack a lot of experience or time on the range but he's got good hand-eye coordination, so most of the shots are well within the target silhouette. A couple even crossing into the center mass bullseye, the rest in a loose group around it. To a professional, it probably looks like he needs to be more relaxed on the trigger and probably control his breathing a little better, but it's far from a disaster.

"I am totally no trying to brag, but is it weird for folks to say that this is all generally -less- weird than some of the stuff I've dealt with in the past? Not that there aren't some amazing things to see, and probably more to come, but it's almost.../almost/ nice settling into a kind of routine. Getting things back to rote. I know that won't likely be the case once I'm through evaluations and orientation, but for now...not bad. Met some interesting folks, saw some cool stuff. Maybe get the opportunity to do some good. Who could argue, y'know?"

Jane Foster has posed:
"I'm more on the science side of things, so much of what I do adds to the muddle. Not quite in the same way as a certain pair." Jane adjusts for any periods of shooting by explicitly not talking during that, and neither is she about to interrupt Daisy in a safety lesson. Safety counts! Last thing she wants is a reputation for being reckless like some kind of wicked cannonball. "Simmons and Fitz come up with some rather spectacular designs and ideas, well worth the interest." Her eyes crinkle lightly at the corners mentioning the pair, at least with some wisdom to the reputation they hold.

Still, she tips her head, giving a small shrug. "I would like to do more. Sitting still on my hands hasn't ever come naturally. But being more in the field has some challenges." A mild reference to the celebrity status in the world of science there, which is a reality. No one wants to start facing down a battery of questions about pet conspiracy theories midway through a recon mission. Awkward, right? "So hopefully there will be a good chance for me to find my footing soon enough."

Safety glasses down, earmuffs on. Time to party, or just not make a total fool of herself.

Either way, when it's her turn to line up a shot, she has the stance down very well. That much is clear. Not a habit of shaking, and squaring up the line down the sight tip with clean lines. She prefers a slightly staggered footing, and she squeezes the triggerto draw off several shots in order. Nothing that's going to be an insta-kill there, but correcting for recoil and the first going a bit high to the right, she treks inward. Better.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
The mention of Fitz-Simmons makes Daisy grin widely, clearly she with some level of connection to that particular dynamic duo. "They do! They came up with the idea to my gloves as well. Without them I have no idea how I'd be able to manage my abilities.." she admits, folding her arms together while watching the shots being taken. She nods at Dane's shots. "Got to relax a bit more on the trigger there." she calls. "But for someone who only got training with hunting rifles that's a lot better than I was expecting.." yet then her brows furrow in curiosity. She doesn't seem to have heard of Dane's exploits as of yet. Maybe she should hack into his SHIELD file someday! Or well, just ask.., like she is doing now. "What kind of exploits have you made in the past..? I haven't kept up with every new Agent so far?" A grin. "Or are we talking about secrets?"

When Jane mentions wanting to do more she seems to understand that well. "I know well what you mean. I just used to sit behind my desk, helping from afar. Not that it's bad, but sometimes you want to get in on the action, you know?" And she's got into plenty of that apparently!

Then a nod when Jane also seems to do well on her shooting, "Good, you two seem a natural to this."

Dane Whitman has posed:
""In the past" would be a good way of putting it." Dane replies to Daisy, chuckling at the mention of secrets, "/I/ don't really think it's worth too much secrecy...I certainly tried to distill it all for my initial interviews. The really, really short version is that I got to spend about ten years playing medieval superhero during the Third Crusade. Ever play those games where they project someone back into their ancestor to run around historical sites? It was a lot like that...only with magic instead of technology." Which is about as succinct an explanation as Dane can manage.

"Yeah, I'd been floundering a bit since I "got back" from my little trip into the past. The last few weeks have given me a lot more direction. Which I think is turning out well in a lot of different ways." There's a bit of a grin there, perhaps directed more towards Jane than anyone else.

"Huh, doesn't look too bad. To be honest I'm a little surprised myself." Dane notes when the target is reeled back in. "Another round?" Seems like it'd be a waste to not get the chance to put Daisy's advice into action.

Jane Foster has posed:
The dynamic duo isn't a problem, certainly someones deserving of an appreciative grin or a mention in positive. "I plan on collaborating with them," says Jane after removing earmuffs and backing away, safety on that nice pistol. No need to earn the ire of a safety guru hanging out a few meters away. "There are probably outstanding opportunities for be had on improving a few wavelength issues they deal with regularly. Are they really responsible for that calibre of protection for you?" A nod to Daisy's gloves shows professional appreciation, the kind that comes from a girl who knows SHIELD. Who knows exactly what it's like to be stuffed in a lab all expenses paid, and told stay put until the breakthrough happens. It's all in the files, high level clearance necessary, to suggest everything she's done. Shouldn't do. You know, make wormholes and the like.

"Share the war stories," she adds with a grin over her shoulder to Dane. Quieter, she adds, "I imagine we all have a few requiring beers and an open mind to imagine." It's hard to keep her from being bright and sunny all the time, and it can be tough to stifle even in a place like this. "Sitting behind a desk has value, I would never deny that. After a certain point, though, you begin to long for something more directly helpful. You know, getting our hands into it rather than standing by the wayside calculating yet another possibility for a mission. Mission support is invaluable, but there are moments when I don't know I help very much."

She gestures at the new target being loaded. "Be my guests. Go ahead and show us what the pros do, Daisy."

Daisy Johnson has posed:
For a moment Daisy looks at Dane as if he'd be yanking her chain, head canting to the side. But then it's not as if the man looks the type to be doing so. "You know, if that had been told to me a few years back I would had laughed in their face. Now, I accept it. Considering the things we can often encounter on the job..." but still she grins, bobbing her head in agreement with Jane when she mentions sharing war stories. "Definitely worthy of hearing a few sometimes."

And it's not as if Daisy hasn't learned to read social cues. She looks between the two with a more wide grin. "Sometimes we just need to find the right incentive to put us on the right track..." speaking by experience? Maybe! "I am glad you two are finding a good spot here. Specially as it must be different from what you guys did in the past. But anyway, should we call you Sir Dane then?" she wonders. Because Knights!

She places some new targets on, yet this time she puts them a bit further back, to not make it as easy for the rest of them. She steps forward to one. Foot in front, balanced posture. Gun prepared. She doesn't take too long aiming, that's never a good thing. Just look and squeeze the trigger. She's no perfect markswoman, and certainly no Grant Ward (Thank God for that!), but seems to have learned well her lessons. When she finishes she says, "We are all part of a team." this she says to Jane. "We all help in one way or another, even if it may not be perceptible to others. What's been important to me so far is that everyone comes back alive. The people I have met here are like family to me now." but then she grins knowingly. "But yes, getting our hands dirty out in the field is the best."

Dane Whitman has posed:
"Well if nothing else it's nice to be around folks that don't automatically assume I'm completely nuts when I tell them the story." Dane replies, and chuckles again when Daisy brings up the matter of Knightly address, "I generally just prefer Dane, but I guess if anyone around here qualifies, it's probably me. Position even comes with a magic sword and a flying horse."

Once the new target is lined up, Dane re-affixes the earmuffs and takes up a stance that more closely emulates Daisy's. Remembering her advice, he squeezes instead of yanks the trigger, and by the time the magazine is emptied, the results are...well, probably only about the same as last-time, but given the greater distance to the target, that's not all bad. He's no master marksman by any stretch, and this is a long way from a genuine firefight, but the basic fundamental of "shoot straight" seems to be in his wheelhouse.

Jane Foster has posed:
"Fellow traveler of both time and space I am not, nor an elder of a gentle race. But I can manage tongues of lilting grace," quips the brunette. "You can look for someone else to gauge whether either of you are both raving or completely normal to consider an action game like that real. Of course, I am broadly categorized as 'a nutter' by a good minority of the online community for thinking there are in fact aliens out there and they proclaim to be Viking gods." She could roll her eyes at the reality of it, but there is no denying the amusement it brings her. "At least the default here isn't turning up in a psych cell for an evaluation a few hours after mentioning it."

She falls silent to watch Daisy with open interest as the woman starts lining up on a target. Fascinating to see someone who actually knows what she is about, rather than showing off or all flash and murderous sniping. Not a murderous sniper, her. "Getting back alive is..." Her eyes go mildly distant. "The key thing. Live to fight another day, though there are times when live or death can be an honourable outcome."

Daisy Johnson has posed:
Magic sword and flying horse. That definitely brings those brows of Daisy to shoot up. "Ok, I will definitely need to take a look one day. I am sure we will have an opportunity for it during missions." then she squints her eyes, saying in a faux-serious manner, "As long as you get past the training stage, Sir Trainee." she offering a nod towards the badge the man bears. But then she breaks into a grin. She watches that next line of shots being given. "At least where it comes to gun use seems like you will do well." she says in approval.

Her eyes then trail over to Jane, "Well, you know how people are about shouting fake news all the time. Viking Gods? Just some people doing cosplay and cool special effects.." because hey, people can live in denial. But her expression gets more serious about getting people into cells. "Yea, SHIELD may have a reputation sometimes, but what we care about is for humanity to be safe.." a pause. "Well, and Viking Gods and whoever else decides to live here." a faint smile returning to her lips. She ponders on those last words from Jane, chewing on her lower lip, taking her a few moments but eventually replies. "Yea, I'd prefer life instead of honorable death.." she murmurs. Clearly some kind of sour spot.

Dane Whitman has posed:
"Yeah, as long as I make it through." Dane replies, not wanting to take anything for granted, even if he's fairly confident in his own abilities. These kinds of organizations often have requirements beyond just skill as to what makes a "good" agent, or potential agent. "Glad to hear it. I was actually a little worried." Though a good bit can likely be laid at the feet of "not being afraid of the weapon." "Don't know if I'll ever feel quite right carrying one around, but if it's a requirement, I'll make do."

"And yes, there was a pretty good reason I was tight-lipped about the whole "trip to the past" thing until I got here." He notes to Jane, though he nods again to what Daisy says, "I can safely say denial of reality isn't anything new. A lot of folks get really nervous at the idea the world is more complicated than they want to believe. The trick is in recognizing that knowing that it's complicated doesn't mean you have to simplify it yourself...just accept that certain problems aren't easily solved, and that's...well, maybe not "OK" but something you shouldn't get wrapped around the axle over. Focus on what you CAN control or change, and once that's handled start moving out towards the bigger picture if you can."

Dane Whitman has posed:
Dane adds, after a moment, "Assuming, of course, that you don't need to save the world in any given particular moment. You can skip right to the big stuff then, I guess." A bit of a grin there.

Jane Foster has posed:
"It can be easier to shut our eyes than admit the obvious, and be the kind to decide whether or not it's worth accepting the truth. Prickly pill to go down. I don't blame anyone for shying away from the strange, though it isn't a liberty I have anymore. Never really did, if you get right down to it. Not because I have any special powers, but when you stare up into the sky and question your place in the cosmos, you have to accept you are but a grain of sand on an infinite beach." She waits her turn until Dane clears out, then moves past him. A hint of a smirk touches her lips and she adopts the simplest of stances, isosceles deviation, and raises her gun to the target. A chatter of gunfire isn't loud through the earmuffs, but there is a clean purpose to shooting the target low rather than high. Not headshots, but for bleeding out, they'll do just fine. The adjustments are a little on the sloppy side, but speed, but it works all the same.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"That's .., a very good way to put it." Daisy saying to both Jane and Dane when they give their own thoughts about accepting reality.., or not. "We all got our place in the world. Sometimes it's hard to understand that not everything is centered around us, but that there's an whole universe out there. People get too much focused on the self sometimes."

She then takes a step back, watching Jane go at it on the target. A brow arches. But she is grinning. "Trying to put the target on it's knees, Agent Foster?" though there's clear teasing on those words.

Dane Whitman has posed:
Dane does tilt an eyebrow in curiosity, somewhere between impressed and surprised at Jane's shooting. Simply not something it had occurred to him she might be skilled in. It makes sense in hindsight but even so.

There's a bit of a grin at Daisy's quip, before he moves in for another round of shooting, pretty much the same as the last, only this time the groupings manage to be just a little bit tighter, and he even ventures a couple headshots, one of which is pretty spot-on and the other of which, well...would probably take down the target, if messily. There's one errant shot that barely hits the target, but well...practice makes perfect...or at least "better" and all that.

Jane Foster has posed:
Shooting at the thighs is purely unfair but sometimes, it's only fair to track a little lower. "Never know when we need something that low as a shot. It will keep it from pursuing if that's any consolation." She pushes the earmuffs off, tiptoeing back to turn in her gun so that someone else isn't going to assume she intends to roam around with a standard issue piece. The earmuffs, those end up staying with her along with the eye protection because no telling about when she might need. The target looks decent for Dane, and if applauding were acceptable, she might consider it.

For the moment, she delicately regards the outcome and nods. "See, you give him a sword and bet we would have impressive amounts of confetti, all and all. Not me, though." She holds up her empty hands. "As you said, everyone has their place in the world. Your talents and mine are different, but common cause and all of that."

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"True enough. I suppose I was just hoping that you had a vicious personality to you, Jane. Well..., maybe not hoping. But ..." and then Daisy glances around before speaking in a low tone. "Have you guys tried out ICERs yet? Depending on where you are hit the pain can be rather.., well....." and she nods knowingly then. Maybe she's the one with the vicious personality! "It can be somewhat satisfying sometimes." and then she waggling her eyebrows in a 'if you know what I mean' kind of way.

"But more seriously, they take a little bit getting used to yet they are a great alternative to shooting to kill as we often must do." She then examinese the new shots by Dane. "Now you will need to start training doing that on your flying horse." she says with a grin. But her eyes then rest on Jane. "You know, when I got into SHIELD someone told me something that really stick.. Imagine 100 people, each one with 1% of the solution? That's SHIELD.., we all contribute in our own way, but we are all important. As for me, I am very glad you guys joined in."

Dane Whitman has posed:
"Ha! Not sure that Strider would like the noise, but he'd accept it if it was necessary." Dane notes to Daisy on the subject of John Wick'ing it up from horseback, moving to turn in his training weapon, "ICER? I'm guessing from the description they're a non-lethal alternative, if a painful one? I haven't tried it out yet but I think I'd be highly interested." Dane is not incapable of killing...he holds no oath against it and recognizes that at one point or another it might be absolutely necessary or unavoidable, but he has...reasons...to try avoiding it when possible.

As to the rest, Dane grins, "Well, I've only known you a half-hour or so, but you seem pretty all right too, thanks."

Jane Foster has posed:
"But well?" Jane smiles at Daisy; clearly she has a danger factor of like, two. Fear the big Greek or Latin words predominantly found in her field! Righto. "I don't want to hurt people as a rule. I don't even like the idea of having to shoot them but I recognize not everything we face is willing to do that. If it comes down to me shooting someone and causing them an ugly scar or them running off with tech they shouldn't have to threaten an entire city or worse, I can live with my conscience. I don't like it. But that will never stop me from trying to protect people when other methods fail." Shoot last, but shoot if you must. It's not a happy take on anything, and she understands that, her eyes narrowing in quiet, speculative thought for a bit. Vicious personality! "I've not used an ICER. You want to show us how and we can gauge it? Better than shooting to kill, which I am happy to not use."

Someone goes ahead and gives her an out, she might take it. Never mind one of the great horrors or wonders of this -- and another -- universe is winking innocently in the warm light. A closer inspection of the bangle, which probably isn't standard for a shooting range but there, would reveal subtle engravings. It takes a much closer look to identify them for what they are: elegant flowing designs most definitely inspired by old Scandinavian designs. Either she's really into Viking lore, neo-Viking lore, or that Nazi-era obsession with... okay, not so much.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"I mean, there's a certain poetry out of watching someone gun-fu'ing out of a flying horse." Or maybe Daisy is watching too many movies... Which in truth, she does.. But then she goes on explaining about ICERs. "They are portable guns, much like these ones, even the weight is a bit different." she goes over to require a trio of them, bringing them over and handing one to each. "Fitz-Simmons were responsible for most of the tech around them.." and yes she refers to them as if they were an entity. Scary. "So aiming may be a bit off until you get used to it, and the bolt isn't as fast as a bullet but.." and she then demonstrates, stepping to one of the ranges and lifting the weapon, letting out a couple of bright blue bolts that travel forth to strike the target. No hole though. "... they look pretty nifty."

Though then she steps back to let them have a go, though eventually does answer Jane. "But well, maybe I was hoping for one more person with a vicious personality." she laughing out quietly. "I blame May for it." her arms then folding together, eyes trailing over the bangle. "That's an interesting design.." she murmurs.

Dane Whitman has posed:
"They invented energy stun guns and made them mostly look like normal guns? Disappointing." Dane jokes as he examines the weapon. No Dane, don't take it apart to see how it works right now. Maybe you can ask Fitz-Simmons later. "But I guess I see the utility. Might get funny looks with a Star Trek phaser in your hand."

He does line up to take a few shots, adjusting the aim a bit as he sees where the shots track, though he does like being able to see their track.

"Cool" He denotes, smiling a bit before moving to return the weapon to the trainer. Something he'll definitely look into more later, "Are these standard issue or on a case-by-case basis only?"

Jane Foster has posed:
It's the other side who might be the risk factor, the one asleep until accepted, a burden of dark paths and brilliant light awaiting the opportunity to be drawn forth from the unknown. Jane's otherness remains a tangible presence just out of sight.

This to say, shooting one of those doesn't come with a ton of accuracy for her. She uses it like a gun, sights like a gun, and isn't quite ready for any lack of recoil or kickback. Or she suffers from distraction, glancing curiously up at Daisy for clarification. "See, that's just the sort of thing we benefit from. These /are/ fancy. Do you use them frequently?" Dane's asked the important questions.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"But they'd be a success at Trekkie conventions." Daisy retorts when Dane goes on about how their energy guns look, a grin upon her face, though then she answers more seriously. "The more alike they are to normal weapons also the better they can be used on infiltration missions. Lots of people carry guns, but ICERs, well, just us really."

She pauses to watch the two of them shoot their guns, each in turn, nodding. "Got to compensate for that lack of recoil." she notes of Jane's performance, "But I was also shooting everywhere but the target when I began. And if I got there..." she shrugs, trailing off, eyes then going to Dane, "Standard issue for most missions. Unless there's a mission where SHIELD doesn't want others to know they were there. And yes, I use them frequently enough, maybe not as much as I'd like to but I have come to accept that we sometimes can't get all we wish for." she certainly doesn't look like a killer, just rather someone who has accepted that sometimes it's inevitable.

Dane Whitman has posed:
"Sounds familiar." Dane says to Daisy's sentiment on that most extreme of occasional necessities and/or practicalities. "Seems like that's the kind of outlook that would be pretty necessary for an organization like this." He glances to his watch, grimacing, "Aaand it looks like I have another eval coming up. So I'm going to have to leave you ladies to it. Thanks for the lesson Daisy, feel like I actually learned a few things. Hopefully I'll see you around again soon. Or you'll show up on the eval duty roster, either way. Anything would be better than Agent Jones." Stonefaced, utterly bland Agent Jones.

Jane Foster has posed:
Jane is no obvious killer. (Just you wait.) She might be a reasonable shooter of knees and crippler of thighs, but her efforts to hamstring paper with the ICER are in turn hamstrung. Not that it stops her from lining up again, her brows crimped by thought, and staring down at the chest presented in concentric circles. Energy weapons like this aren't a familiar thing at all, and it takes some getting used to once Daisy's recommendations for altering things are found. She takes four more shots; bad, worse, terrible, nasty flank burn if they actually burned things. At least she has an appreciable effort going on, and the smirk on her lips is satisfied perfectly by what she sees. Voila! Not terrible after all. "I need more practice with this. Quite a lot, I can see. But I'm at least pleased to see the improvement!" A chiming smile curves her lips. She inclines her arms slightly and takes one last shot, going wide, but good enough to count as not quite dangerous. "Thank you again, Daisy. Dane. It was a great deal more enjoyable than ticking off rounds and letting my scores be marked up. I agree, I hope that we can work on something interesting soon. Opportunities arise. Hastings didn't tell us how impressive you are, and I intend to rub that in."

She winks and then dusts her palms off on her yoga pants. "If you feel like it, I'm running a star show in the Hayden Planetarium tonight. One of the really wild ones, black holes and gravity-quakes. All the really jumpy stuff. You're both invited as my guests if you would like. Plus one won't be a problem as long as you give me a call or text ahead of time."

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"Sure thing. Take care, Sir Dane. Hope I will be able to meet Strider soon." Sure, take it all in stride, medieval knight with magic sword and flying horse. Daisy just takes it as it comes. "I should be on my way as well and see about getting Simmons out of the lab before she gains roots.." a sigh, knowing it's normally not the easiest of tasks to accomplish. But then she is moving to return the weapons. A laugh at Agent Jones. She knows that one. "Bubbly Jones? But he is always so happy-faced.." yes, she has nicknames for everyone. Because vengeance must be had for whoever started the Tremors rumor. It probably wasn't Jones, but noone is safe anymore.

"Oh, you are a natural, Jane.." well, maybe not! But positive reinforcement is a thing or so Coulson tells her. "It was good to meet you both, I will be seeing you both soon I am sure." a pause as she then considers the Planetarium. "Oh.., maybe I will. Gravity-quakes you said..?" that makes her curious. "Definitely, could be a plan to drag Simms in too." a thumbs up given to the two. And then off they go to on their ways!