<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>The Old Man and the Fox</strong></span></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/f9p8l32.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Albion<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>September 28th, 2018, Afternoon<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Outdoor Shooting Range<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Nerissa<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong><br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Standard SOPHE uniform<br/><br/><hr/><br/>There the man of silver hair sat, cup of coffee in one hand and a cigarette on the ash tray near him. His original plans for the evening had been forcibly canceled for him when he had the unceremonious responsibility of ensuring one of their new recruits was at least moderately trained in firearms. While this would have been an annoying proposition alone, he could have forgiven it if he were given people who looked competent with guns, but once they told him it would be a demon, he could only expect trouble.<br/><br/>Especially when the addendum came up that it was one who had a tendency to be flaky, going by eyewitness reports. Visually she looked like a ditz, and no one knew how competent with guns she could be. Albion could only say one thing about that, and so far the expletive had been deleted.<br/><br/>This was very much not how Albion planned to spend his day in the slightest, and as he looked at his watch with a sigh, he could already tell this 'Nerissa' was going to be a long-standing problem. The sounds of others practicing their marksmanship could be heard at the range outside while he sat indoors for a break. He had at least hoped she was the punctual sort, but that notion had been dashed. Getting up from his chair, he snuffed out the cigarette and moved to discard the ashes before taking his cup of coffee outside. There was still no sign of her,b just some approaching, incessant beeping of what he could only assume was a mad driver-<br/><br/>Except the car was approaching them. Fairly fast too.<br/><br/>"....."<br/><br/>There were no words to express the thoughts going through his mind, only that others around him had begun to point and look toward the approaching vehicle while he sighed and reached to draw his own firearm. He was in no mood to deal with a drunk driver, and if he needed to demolish their car for it, he would... Thankfully, by the mercy of whatever deity decided to be looking over them at that moment, the car turned and messily parked in a way that made one imagine they were trying to re-enact an action scene. Then the driver got out of the car, and as soon as he realized who it was, he was possessed of the thought to shoot the car anyway... But he managed to wrestle enough control to holster his gun and take another calming sip of coffee.<br/><br/>Might as well enjoy it before the peace was shattered in three... Two... One...<br/><br/>There came the apology first, though much to his surprise, there was no torrent of excuses to follow it, simply a assumed tacked-on attempt to make it up to him. Yet as she spoke to him, he didn't seen to speak or move much, continuing to sip his coffee while his piercing, almost soulless, gaze scrutinized her through her attempt at a hug. She was in the midst of talking about his apparent old man hair when he cast his gaze in another direction, seemingly ignoring her... Until she finally gained the realization that her vehicle had not been properly parked and was forced to chase after it.<br/><br/>"... This... This is seriously what they want me to train?" He drawled with no small amount of frustration as another couple of minutes went by for the demoness to adequately retrieve her car and properly park it this time. Somehow between when she left and when she came back, Albion<em>still</em>hadn't moved much. She looked like she was close to tears from a very bad morning, and unfortunately the man was not in a very forgiving mood.<br/><br/>"... Twenty minutes late, and you arrive like a Hot Mess. I'm starting to wonder if the other instructors just wrote you off like a lost cause and then foist you upon me as a joke." It was clear form his speech he was not a very pleasant man. Finally he lowered the empty cup of coffee from his lips as he slowly walked around her, sizing her up. She was in her uniform, which by the grace of some god did not look like it needed to be 'creatively modified' to suit whatever sense of fashion gripped her.<br/><br/>"Is there anything else I need to know about you before we begin?" He spoke as he reentered her view, pocketing one hand.