MarinaNova Asylum

[There were certain things that occurred in Marina that Lyle despised more than anything else. One of these included picture day. He ALWAYS received a picture of Anew and it was too much for him to take each time.

So this time he wasn't even bothering with it. He wasn't going to look. He was going to avoid all places where they might be posted. So done with what stuff he had for the school, he headed to the shooting range just by the athletic center.

The set up for the shooting range was top notch, but the projectiles allowed were terrible. Still he always picked the best analog that functioned the closest to real bullets. Non-lethal of course, but they'd definitely leave a mark if someone got between the gun and the target.

Armed with a sniper rifle, he knelt across from one of the furthest targets, looking down the scope at it. Why did this make him feel better? Who knew. It just did and he was rather happy with this fact before he pulled the trigger, sending the projectile flying. A little off of center. He kept forgetting to accommodate for how wild this projectiles went.

He sighed, looking down at the paper he brought with him, trying to keep track of his aim was doing]

[Shiro is so amused by this, he has to share. So he contacts the other three paladins. Hopefully, they will find this amusing as well]

Hey. Remember when we thought of this idea?

[Then he turns the video feed so he can show them the photo. Ah, how they have grown since then]

Uh — hello? Is this thing on?

[ what shows up first is a blurry image, more a smudge then anything else. then lance moves his thumb, and a clearer shot of his face can be seen as he peers down at the phone in his hands, looking equal parts befuddled and wary. nothing against all of this, of course, but when he'd been pondering the sudden and strange disappearance of his official-unofficial leader in one second, only to suddenly find himself here (wherever here is) the next... he kind of has to wonder, okay. ]

Look, uh. I appreciate the apology and all — [ though to be honest "inconvenience" is downplaying it just a bit, isn't it? ] — but I don't really have time for this. [ whatever this is. ]

If this is another wormhole problem, just tell me where the teledove lenses are and I'll grab 'em all up, no problem!

[ or bake them... as the case had been... ]

I mean, not that I'm not enjoying the sights and all, but. I kinda got some universe-defending to do? It's a pretty big deal.