fandomhigh | Hunting 101 - Class 10 (Wednesday, period 7)

When they students enter the Danger Shop, the find themselves on the edges of a swamp at night. John, as usual, was leaning against the parked Impala waiting for them.

"This is Laveau Swamp," he said. "It has a little infestation problem right now. Of zombies." As if on cue a low disturbing moan drifted out of the night. "As you can hear," John continued with a small smile. "The bokar who raised them is in a shack near the center of the swamp. Your assignment is to make it to that shack and stop him. There will be some kind of talisman that he'll be using to control them. Destroy it and then get the hell out."

John pushed away from the side of the car and walked around to the trunk. "This particular type of zombie shrugs off most attacks except fire. Now generally, you're not going to be able to get a hold of a real flame thrower quickly or easily, so that's when you've got to improvise." He pulled out an aerosol can and a lighter and demonstrated just how to improvise. (~~Winchester flame thrower, patent pending~~)

"That's going to be your main weapon today. Just be careful where you aim when you use it -- you don't want to set anything on fire that you don't mean to, such as each other. Try to avoid that."

[ooc: ~~wait for~~ ocd is up, have at it]

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"Hey pal," he greeted in return. "Partners with flamethrowers." He wasn't so keen on the zombies, but still, flamethrowers. "Yesterday I got to diffuse a bomb. Today flamethrowers. I don't remember my last school being this cool. Guess it helps that I'm not taking math this year."

"Math," Seely grimaced. "Don't miss that."

"If you did, you'd need to get your head checked. Who the hell misses math?"

"Geeks?"

"Ah yes. The underbelly of the high school food chain. The freaks of society with their pocket protectors and superpowers." He was lost in thought for a moment. "So," he said, getting over it. "Flamethrowers."

"Flamethrowers," Seely repeated. "This might be the beginning of a beautiful friendship."

Kawalsky grabbed a can and a lighter and checked that the lighter worked. "And chicks say we a one-track mind. There's at least two tracks. Sex...and flamethrowers."

"And both are best when they're hot."

"Couldn't have said it better myself," Kawalsky grinned. "Thought of a third one. Sports. Jello wrestling's a sport. Another one that's best when it's hot."

"Or when it's cold," Seely suggested. "For the aesthetic value."

He stopped in his tracks, conjuring up a mental image. The look of concentration on his face turned into a grin. "I like the way you think."

Seely grinned back. "It's a gift."

He chuckled. "Well, we got our fill of Wrestling De Jello this morning. That leaves two other things. How's about we go flambe us some zombies?"

French and Kawalsky didn't mix, but that never stopped him from randomly using it anyway.

Seely grinned and tested his lighter. "Sounds like a plan."

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