Self Defense and Kickassery for Dummies; Thursday Fourth Period [5th. Class]

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Danger Shop, Fifth Period. The dojo was back.

Faith wasn't getting into any fight with muscular guys that day. It had been fun, but don't push it. She looked pretty serious and professional for once, and maybe a little smug- she was always a little smug, but this time there was something else going on. But, until the class started, she just stood there, hands on her hips as she watched the students arrive one by one. Or two by two, or three  by three, you get the point. Each and everyone got their respective glance, but besides that, silence. It was a funny excercise that, imposing silence on the "classroom" until she decided to start; when you don't talk, you end up thinking about the stuff you try to cover with noise, whether you like it or not. It also built character, maybe. Probably.

( Four classes already )

[Waaaaaaaaait for the OCD is up!!]

Battlefield Tactics, Thursday

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Cracks or no cracks, Kerrigan was used to teaching even through a splitting headache. They'd been bad enough when she was actually human; with her powers unlocked, she was privately starting to consider engineering a Zergling to produce an analgesic naturally, and devouring it.

But no matter.

When they entered the Danger Shop, they would find it shaped like a large cavern, with a few loose buildings and walkways beneath. If there was anything going on outside at all, Kerrigan wasn't in the mood to acknowledge it.

"Most of our classes so far have been about stealth," she said. "We're going to up that a notch. As soon as you enter, eight violent soldiers will be entering this room. If they find you, they will fire on you. Take out every one of them without the others catching on to your location."

She let her eyes slip from person to person. "You will not have guns at your disposal," she said, "But feel free to use anything else you can call your own. Once again, when you are shot, the Danger Shop will give you a soft yellow glow. Get shot twice, and the light turns red. No, the criminals won't be able to see it, before you worry your little butts off."

She stepped back. "Begin."

Library, Thursday

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Something felt...off. Like at home, only-not. It itched at the back of Anemone's brain, like a memory of a forgotten dream, like she knew what was going on, if she could just fall back asleep.

Which is why today was Yeats, as she prowled the rows of books, glaring at Special Collections as if this was all its fault.

"My way/Lies through your spacious Empire up to light,/Alone, and without guide, half lost, I seek/What readiest path leads where your gloomie bounds/Confine with Heav'n; or if som other place/From your Dominion won, th' Ethereal King/Possesses lately, thither to arrive."

Arching 101, Thursday, Period Seven

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"You all did very well on your interviews last week," 24 said, giving them the class a broad smile as they met, once again, in the Danger Shop. They were in a similar waiting room as last week, only now there were several doors leading away. "I have to admit we didn't think most of you had it in you, but you proved us wrong. We're very proud."

In fact, 21 was standing slightly behind 24, wiping away what looked to be a tear and giving them all a big thumb's up. He had to swallow a few times before he could take up his thread of the lecture.

"Now, most of you decided that you wanted to be supervillains and that's just fine. But today, we're going to share some of our duties as henchmen. This way, those of you who prefer to hench will have an idea of what's in store for you, and those of you who wish to be supervillains will have an idea of just why having proper and efficient henchm...people is vital for your plans!"

24 began writing down their duties on the whiteboard. "As members of The Fluttering Horde, 21 and I have performed various duties in service to The Monarch. We are skilled and extremely versatile, and we can act as anything from errand boys to assassins." On the board he listed:

Sending apology letters.
Unleashing herpes-smeared sexbots on traitorous members of The Guild.
Killing the Venture brothers.
Strong arm tactics.
Kidnapping (aka recruitment).
Using exotic animals to assassinate high profile targets.
Hand-to-hand combat against impossible odds. [BROCK SAMSON]
Surveillance and other intelligence gathering.
Housekeeping.
Writing and publishing propaganda

"Today, you're going to learn to do some of these things yourself," 21 continued, still beaming. "Each door will lead to to a task. Go in, perform your duty, and move on, knowing that with each step you take, you'll be that much closer to being a full-fledged hench...person."

[OCD on the way up. Feel free to mod whatever details you wish]

Great Trials in History, Class #5, Period 5 (8-5)

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Alex's apartment had disappeared. Just after she left it. Alex had no idea exactly who was going to reimburse her for everything in her apartment that she was missing, much less what she was supposed to do tonight.

Alex tried to contain her grumpiness as she started her lecture.

( International Jurisdiction: Mary, Queen of Scots and the Nuremberg Trials )

(OOC: the Nuremberg trials have a brief mention of the Holocaust, as well as the bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. These topics might be further discussed in class, depending on how the discussions go. Please be warned.)