[Dressed in his normal attire of full-body armor, Wash enters the coliseum with a jetpack and rifle attached to the back of his armor. He's carrying a whole bunch of practical, cardboard stand targets. He'd normally use a portable holographic set, but seeing as the training rooms that use them were all booked, he has to settle for these. It could be worse, though. He very well could have been in the coliseum when all those ice spikes suddenly sprouted. That...would have been a difficult thing to explain if he'd gotten injured...
While he's lost in thought, he starts setting up his targets. He hasn't switched his motion tracker on just yet--he was distracted after realizing he couldn't get his normal set of practice targets--so he switches it on and sees a little blip of movement from not too far away. He glances around and catches sight of someone new.]
Oh, uh, hello! [He sets his targets down from where he stands in the main area of the arena.] I didn't see you up there. Let me guess, you're new here, right?
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While he's lost in thought, he starts setting up his targets. He hasn't switched his motion tracker on just yet--he was distracted after realizing he couldn't get his normal set of practice targets--so he switches it on and sees a little blip of movement from not too far away. He glances around and catches sight of someone new.]
Oh, uh, hello! [He sets his targets down from where he stands in the main area of the arena.] I didn't see you up there. Let me guess, you're new here, right?