Battles That Changed (American) History, Friday 1, 9-3

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"Good morning, everyone," Steve said once his class had assembled. "We're a small class, I see, and that's okay. American military history is bound to be rather niche. I'm your professor, Steve Rogers. You can call me Mr. Rogers. Professor seems a little formal. I'm from New York, New York, and I served in the American army in one of the wars we'll be covering--though it was fought on foreign soil, so it's a bit tangential, and now I'm getting ahead of myself. This class will be about battles, specifically, that have changed the course of history. Obviously there are a lot of impact factors on history and society besides military engagements, but that's not what this class is about. However, for those of you that aren't from the United States, I hope it will serve as something of a primer. And maybe you'll pick up a thing or two about tactics and strategy along the way. That's the idea, anyway. On to the next thing. I'm sure you're getting sick of it, but hopefully it'll be the last time: introductions. I'd like you three to please tell the rest of us who you are, where you're from, and why you're taking this class, and Mr. Boltagon, if you could just pass something around, that would be great."

Demolition and Dynamite; Friday, Third Period [ 09/03 ].

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Kūkaku Shiba stood in front of her classroom, arms folded in front of her with a smirk on her face as she watched the poor, poor bastards file in. She'd like to think that her current posture was one that reduced the ampleness of her chest, but in that, she would be terribly wrong. Of course, there were two other twins behind her, big silent men in funny little caps, arms equally folded but looking much more grim. As soon as the last student had sat down and gotten as comfortable as one could get when your teacher was just staring at the class with an almost wolfish smirk on her face, she called out, loud enough to make one wonder if her breasts were so large because they had to house massive lungs, "ALL RIGHT, EVERYONE, MOVE IT ON OUTSIDE!"

"Go on! Get! Don't make me have to boot your ass to get you moving. It ain't exactly eight o'clock anymore, and, unfortunately, we gotta save the blowing up the class room lesson for later in the semester. Come on! You have feet, use them!"

Once everyone had been effectively marched and hastled outside, Kūkaku grinned again and looked them over; her arms were still folded in front of her. "Good," she said. "Welcome to Demolition and Dynamite, an Introduction to Pyrotechnics, aka How Not To Die of Explosions. I am Kūkaku Shiba, your instructor for the course, and, believe me, you are some lucky little mouth breathers because I'm the best there is. None better! And to prove my point, I'm going to give you a demonstration. Koganehiko! Shiroganehiko!" The men stepped forward at attention. "Set 'er up!"

They went to quick and efficient work in establishing an apparatus, and Kūkaku held up a wrapped ball with a string hanging from it. "Doesn't look like much," she said, smirking, "but just you wait until you see it. Typical explosive has three major components: powders or chemicals that make it go boom, a casing, and a fuse. This type's a firework, so we've also got a stand to help shoot it off right for that...aesthetic prettiness." She knelt down by the apparatus, setting the bomb into it. "Now, watch carefully..."

With the same hand she set the bomb down with, she took a match, struck it against the toothy smirk, and brought the flame to the fuse.

And then....


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What It Takes To Be A Badass | Friday | Period 2

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It was time for Loki to mold the minds of more youngsters in ways that shouldn't really be legal. Or something. He didn't care. He was the fucking teacher, he got to teach people the way he fucking wanted to teach them.

So, that's what he was doing. Today, he was holding class outside because it'd be more conducive to what he wanted to do. "I'm not even going to lecture on what this fucking class is about. The course title is enough. No one but me is a complete badass. You might think you are but there's always shit you don't know. That's what we're here for."

And because teaching them this and watching them (potentially) fail would be fucking fun. "So, introductions. Name, age, and what makes you think you're a badass. I'm Loki, I'm fucking older than all of you combined and I'm a fucking badass because I used to the goddamn Angel of Death. You've probably read about me, heard about me or you fucking know me. Doesn't matter, I'm fucking awesome. Now, your turn. Go."

Was it going to be that simple? Of fucking course not. Loki had plans.

Library [9-3]

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George was back in the library and just a little bit excited to have an excuse for reading books he wouldn't ever admit to in public. Which was why he was at the desk, completely absorbed in a thick textbook on organizational theory.

Hey, if he was going to be the Rogue, he wanted to know how best to keep his people together and contented. If they were contented, there was less chance of one of them challenging him for his position.