let's get down to business

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Who: Nightrunners and whoever wants to make use of the training yard for whatever reason.
When: S2 D1-D5
Where: The Training Yard
What: Training, or pointing and laughing at people training.
Warnings: Explosions and swearing, probably.

Though it's never really been off-limits, once they're down off the moon, Lambert wastes little time informing the nightrunners he officially expects them to get back to training and getting in shape. They can make ample use of the training yard facilities to learn how to work with each other after their extended vacation, or just get to know their newer coworkers in an environment closer to what their actual working conditions will actually be like.

The yard, as usual, isn't limited solely to nightrunners. Anyone who wants to work on their physical or magical skills are welcome, as well as anyone from the other departments who have anything they might want to test out that requires a combatant, for some reason.

Lambert's generally a constant presence at the fringes, sometimes participating in exercise or sparring himself, but mostly just watching and making sure no one's about to put someone's eye out or break the equipment, because that would be bad for obvious reasons.

[ ooc; this is an open log, so bring your own toplevel! ]

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Lambert never thought he'd need anyone with an even poorer understanding of non-lethal force than he does, but as always, the Carnival seems to have endless surprises for him.

"Yes," he says simply. He'd prefer not to answer at all, and he's probably not going to tolerate that line of questioning for long. But -- "Your eyes changed. Is that just for looks, or has your vision changed too?"

[dressedtothe]

So Lambert lied to him. What is it about those in command of him lying to him? The fact that Rita remembers... She hadn't said anything about it, but... Maybe humans view experiencing death differently. He doesn't know. He never remembers what it's like to die. It's impossible to remember the experience from the backed up memories. Maybe it doesn't bother her. He doesn't know.

9S' expression sours even further at the interrogation, stepping back from Lambert and tugging his visor back up over his eyes again.

"No, there's no abnormalities in my visual systems. The change is purely external."

He'd been hoping that the lingering magic of the Carnival wouldn't change him the way it changed everyone else because he's not biological, but... he supposes even he isn't exempt from it.

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9S's reaction -- like a child being forced to drink something unpleasant -- makes Lambert snort.

"What is it? Does it bother you that much? You know changes only get worse from here."

[dressedtothe]

"Yeah, yeah, I know," he grumbles.

He'd really rather not change, though. He was modeled after humans. He'd like to stay that way.

"So, do you need to see any more? Or am I dismissed?" This entire exercise has been a bad time all around.

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"That's enough for today," Lambert waves him off lazily, stepping back. "You're off the hook. But we'll try this again."

Something to look forward to, whacking 9S around with a pool noodle again.