Hunting 101, Wednesday (3rd Period)

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"Welcome to Hunting 101. If you made a mistake and thought this class was about gunning down Bambi's mom, the door is that way," Dean said, pointing to it in case the class didn't know where it was. "My name is Dean Winchester, and the moose next to me is my brother Sam."

Ah, brotherly love in action.

Sam rolled his eyes at Dean... and then stood up a little straighter so he towered over him more. Take that, big brother. "The kind of hunting we want to talk to you about is the kind of hunting our family's been doing for a long time - taking out dangerous otherworldly creatures, with an emphasis on the 'dangerous' part."

"Ghosts, wendigos, rurgaru, demons... the works," Dean added, ignoring the looming figure of his little brother. Ugh, so unfair that even so much younger he was taller. "Aliens and bigfoot." He shrugged. "Can't say one way or another where we're from. So, don't ask."

Seriously, don't ask. He won't answer.

"Some of the tricks we know might not work where you're from either, but hopefully we can start to prepare you for just about anything you might come across," Sam said. "For now, we should probably start with introductions." It was a time honored tradition that Dean would get used to eventually. "Let us know who you are, and why you decided to sign up for this."

"Yeah, sure." Dean was a caring teacher.

Library, Wednesday, All Day

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Sholeh had been excited to go to the library today. After two days of classes and with a plan to meet with Yeul had her more cheerful than she'd been in weeks.

...That cheer did not last long past her first interaction with flying, fire-breathing vegetables. She'd gotten chased all the way to the school doors after stepping outside of the dorms. She'd been dive-bombed, one of the ribbons in her hair was scorched, and it didn't matter how many times she glanced out the windows, they were still there.

Lurking.

Waiting.

Buzzing.

After recovering from her headlong dash, Sholeh marched right to the desk and started looking up ways to kill these nasty little things. She was going to try to invent some kind of spray-bottle flyswatter by the end of her shift if it was the last thing she did!

Working the Long Con: Famous Confidence Artists & Their Gigs [Wednesday, Period One]

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It was a grumpy, rumpled librarian that stomped his way into class after the students had arrived, bonelessly dropping into his chair and kicking his feet up on to his desk as he fished about in his coat for some cigarettes.

The school board might make him teach, but they couldn't make him behave.

"Right, I'm Constantine, and you're most likely here because you're gullible and thinking this is going to be an easy 'A', a delinquent, or for some strange reason thought this was an academic class with philosophical value," he said. "More the fools you, but I can work with it."

There was a beat as he pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and squinted at it, comparing his class rooster with the number of people in front of him. "Someone hates me. Laufeyson! Whichever one you are...surprise, you get to be the teaching assistant, if only so I can keep a closer eye on you."

John? Distrust someone based solely on their name? And previous experience with celestial deities? Perish the thought.

"So, let's start with the basics. A con is a game, one where hopefully you're the one writing the rules and the people around you are the pieces you're moving. It's a scam, a grift, a hustle, all those words designed to make it sound as shady as possible, although the number of reasons you could be running a con are infinite, at least when you're justifying it to yourself. It usually just boils down to one, very simple motivation: You want something," he said bluntly. "So give me your name - or whatever the hell you want to be called for the purposes of this class, I don't care - and tell me one time you ran a scam on someone. Give me an idea of what you already know, kids."

How to Be One with Your City, Wednesday, Period Two

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For this first class, the Danger Shop was an alleyway in an overly shadowy city. Seriously, had any of them ever seen shadows as black as they currently were in here? It was like someone had splashed ink all over everything. It didn't look like real life, and yet it was exactly as real as... Well, anything else they ever encountered in the Danger Shop. There was a light breeze coming from the street, and distant sounds of car horns and other city life.

As soon as it seemed everyone had filed in, the Spirit dropped down some way behind them from somewhere far above, landing gracefully with his shoes hitting the pavement and his coat settling down around him. His tie was bright red even in the shadows. "Welcome, kiddos," he said, tipping his hat to them. Once they'd turned around. "This is How to Be One with Your City, and I am apparently to be your guide on this subject. I am the Spirit, and this ––" He gestured all around them. "–– is a convincing enough facsimile of my city. Central City, USA, to be exact. She's my greatest love, as her counterparts should be yours, because there is nothing you can need that she cannot provide. All she needs in return is that you take care of her, and keep her streets safe from those who have no respect for her. That is what you're here to learn, because the sooner that becomes part of who you are, the sooner you'll be of use to the city around you."

Had they figured out yet that he was going to wax poetic about the wonders of cities a lot? Good.

He rubbed his hands together. "For this first session, I hear it's customary for everyone to introduce themselves, so that's what we'll do. Names, aliases, whatever nom de plumes you go by." Anyone calling themself 'the Spirit' didn't really feel fair demanding anyone else to give him their real name if they didn't want to – although the Spirit was as real at this point as Denny Colt, if not moreso. But that was beside the point. "Let's have them." A pause, and he snapped his fingers. "And name one thing you like about where you live, while you're at it."

This class was about appreciating your city as much as it was about learning to use it to your advantage, after all. There was a pause, and then he smiled widely. He would've smirked, but these were teenagers. Maybe when they were older.

"Oh, and ladies first."