fandomhigh | Tremble Foolish Mortals: The Gods and You, Class Ten [Period 5, Thursday]

Ares was fiddling with the controls of the dangershop as the class trooped in.

"Monotheism," he said, finally. "Clearly one of the worst ideas ever. Spawned by egotistic, cowardly gods who can't take a little competition when it comes to getting worshippers."

In case the class couldn't tell this was something of a sore spot for him. "And that's pretty much all I have to say on the matter."

"However," he said, touching a control and causing a vast ~~CGI-ed~~ structure to appear. "Since I'm under contract to deliver a lesson more than one paragraph long, today you're going to be recreating a battle between minions of one of these One Gods as set down in the mindless blatherings of that blonde ~~which I only read to see what she wrote about me~~."

"Half of you are going to be demons, the other half angels," he said, and waved a hand. "You can pick which side you want to be on, and I've configured the dangershop so that once you've put on the provided costumes, the wings won't just be decorative. You'll be able to fly ~~like you're doing wirework~~ and hopefully fight while flying as well."

[ooc: OCD threads ~~coming~~ are up!]

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"Let me think about that. Um. Yeah, morally ambiguous. There is certain charm in being vague, right Rikku? Keeps people guessing is what I say."

"Cheerleaders for the win! Especially the blonde, cute, perky, and little cheerleaders who can kick butt and grin while doing it!"

"Yes! We're not for Good or Evil! We just go around breaking stuff 'cause we feel like it and stealing stuff 'cause we want it! ... Wait, that sounds kinda evil. Maybe we rescue puppies now and then for the heck of it?"

Rikku straightened up. Hey, the world stopped spinning! Score. "Never mess with a cheerleader. We're vicious. Especially the cute ones. The cute is totally a weapon."

~~hey, it worked for buffy...~~

"That's right! If we want it, we take it, just like that. And don't mess with us when we want something cause our wants are pretty fierce! Especially when we rescue those puppies or bribe the squirrels with rum!" Totally!

"Cute is as cute does, is what I always say! And we are very cute, Rikku. Let's fight with anyone who says we're not!"

"That's right! And we want - uh. What do we want? I totally want to go downtown and get some music, does that count?"

"Cute is all about beating the living crap out of anything and everyone possible. It's right in the charter. We should start our own, like, superhero group." She scratched her head. "Well, supermorally ambiguous cheerleaders group."

"Yeah! We want...uh...we want music and ice cream! Chocolate even! Now dammit! Someone better be listening to our wants over here. We're getting fierce! And blonde fierceness is soo cute!"

Annette gasped, "We could have our own shop clinic type thing! Beat The Living Crap Out Of People - For Hire! Support your cheerleaders who are undercover superhero's!"

"Chocolate ice cream! Now, or you get it!" Rikku pushed off tentatively and clapped her hands when she discovered she could hover without puking.

"Dude! That'd be awesome! We'd get to make money and beat the crap out of people! I so need to use my Godhand, it's sitting in storage! Ugh!"

"Now people!" Annette stomped her sockless foot. "Ice cream and pepto! On the double." Snap. Snap.

"Dude! The awesomeness that is us! We rock harder than anyone else who even thinks about rocking. And I need to use Dick!"

"And music! Bring us music that is really cool and has neat chant-things in it! There was some on the radio the other day and it was really cool."

"We rock beyond the capacity of others to determine rock-ness. And ..." She stared at Annette for a second, not knowing Annette's boyfriend's name. "I, uh, think maybe you said that wrong?"

"So we can dance like no tomorrow! And beat our heads in the hair like we just don't care!" So freaking cool!

"That's right; rockness is like non-rockness to them cause duh, they just don't get it." She blinked and clarified. "Dick can beat the crap out of people for me while you use your thing?"

"And dance around with our ice cream, that we are totally not sharing!" Rikku waved an arm in triumph.

"Their non-rocking-ness doesn't let them comprehend rock when they see it. Standard side effect."

She took a few seconds to parse Annette's sentence and then giggled madly. "Oh. OH! Dick's - Dick's a guy?" And clapped her mouth over her hand and blushed furiously, giggling harder.

"Anyone touches my ice cream their dead meat!" She shouted, fist raised in the air.

"Yeah, and we'll have to prescribe the drugs that they'll need to cope with that effect, then we'll kick the crap out of them and tell them Don't Do Drugs! Support your Rockin' Cheerleaders!"

Annette giggled too. "Dick is a guy. My guy." And she started humming.

"They'll need Anti-Loser pills. And we'll beat them with our foam bats. Or me and Dick can, and you can be, like, the person scheduling stuff in the front office."

She clapped her hands and squeed a bit. "Oooooh! Nice! Do I know him? I mean, which one is he?"

"Anti-Loser pills would cost them a bunch of money too. These non-rocking idiots better be prepared to pay up. Our services are not free! Yeah, I can schedule and every now and then I can watch you two kick butt. Dick's got a mean swing!"

Annette clapped her hands too. "I don't know. He's blonde, 6'1" and totally hot."

"We'd sell the Anti-Loser pills from our storefront, where you can also schedule us for beating up people. And you can come along and borrow one of my claws and we'll totally teach you to kick butt, 'cause it's seriously not hard."

She grinned. "Oooooh! Congratulations!! He sounds awesome! I kinda know some hot blonde guys but I don't know which one Dick is. I should totally ask them, next time."

She blushed and giggled. "My dude's a hot blonde, too. But I think he's a couple inches shorter."

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