<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/>"I have a very practiced poker face, let's just leave it at that." Albion remarked with surprising simplicity given he was I'm the middle of being explored all over by vines. It was true, however,  that this had been done before... But Albion was very much not in the habit of telling secrets, nor was he in the habit of sharing such stories with people he weren't friends with yet. He was at least relieved that Nerissa took the initiative and went to work back on her accuracy while he waited for the vines to wither away.<br/><br/>Much to his relief, the vines had expired in the given time, and he was able to move safely in no time at all. Raising his hand to wave off the help that came to assist him (this was far from the strangest thing he ever had to deal with, in combat or outside of it), he stood up and stretched to make sure nothing was potentially left on him. "... I suppose I can't underestimate her anymore, she appears to have quite the creative mind... Brilliant, but flighty." He muttered to himself quietly, looking down at the withered plant. Perhaps it was something taken from the Demon World, but it couldn't thrive for long in the human world...<br/><br/>"... Hmm..." A thumb brushed his chin gently as if considering something, before he decided to brush it aside for later. Moving to check in on Nerissa, he said nothing to avoid distracting her, watching her perform time after time and finally, finally achieve the results he desired. This time, she appeared to be controlling herself as she revealed her completion of the second task, to which he leaned forward to count the number of accurate shots made. "... Pretty good. It looks like you're beginning to get the hang of combat with a firearm. It's still a little rough, but passable." He praised her accuracy, but as soon as she continued to speak, he raised a brow.<br/><br/>"I already told you, I don't do dates. More importantly, I don't do things like that unless you're a friend, and you simply are not... You're doing alright so far, just keep your head out of the clouds and focus." It was tough trying to praise the girl's tenacity in pursuing success in her tasks when she prefaced her ending with so much self-assurance that it sounded like everything would be fine and she could potentially treat him to something...<br/><br/>And then it hit him. A way to accurately make her focus on the task at hand, to make sure she did not err, or it would cost her a chance to be happy. It was... Extreme, he admitted, but only someone like him would think to do it in the first place. "... That's what's missing: Gravity." He began, looking to Nerissa. "The weight of your choices, the burden of expectations. What you need is proper training in knowing the trigger you pull can just as easily save a life as it can take it when used right..." He frowned, closing his eyes. "... Very well, you wish me to be amenable to these things. You wish to know my name... All this and more will be possible if you can overcome one... Last... Task. Do you have faith in your aim? If so, our final test will take place outside." He finished, explaining nothing of the task as he moved to step outside.