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Arts & Crafts [Period 1, 5-18]

Steve was ready and waiting for the students when they arrived for the workshop. "Okay, so, this is Arts & Crafts, it's summer camp, it's traditional, so today we're going to do one of those crafts that's traditional at summer camps even in places other than Fandom, since gremlins in jars are pretty much Fandom-specific. I hope none of you have had any unfortunate encounters with the actual gremlins since last week, and likewise claim no responsibility for last week's rain of glitter. That being said, let's move right along to dreamcatchers. The idea behind dreamcatchers is that if you hang them over your bed, the webbing will catch nightmares but let good dreams through. I'm not sure if they work, but it's a nice idea, and I'm sure some of us could do with a few less nightmares." God knew he could. "So, the instructions are on your tables, along with the materials. We have several different colors of lacing, beads, and feathers. Have fun with it."

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"It's easier to beg forgiveness than ask permission. Scissor it up, I say. And I didn't sign up for it," she said, sliding her scissors over to him. "What's your excuse?"

Zack accepted the scissors gratefully and began the long, arduous process of hacking at the string that was holding his gloves captive.

"I thought it would be fun," he replied, "to just close my eyes and go with whatever four classes my finger landed on. Mostly, I did pretty good. This class will probably be fun, too. Once I stop tying myself into knots, anyhow."

He grinned sheepishly, and then held out the hand that wasn't holding the scissors toward her, offering a handshake.

"I'm Zack!"

Sure, she could've helped him more, but it was funnier to watch him deal on his own. Mmmm, petty amusement.

"If nothing else, you'll have random artwork to put places," she said, shaking his hand. "It's Ino. What other classes did you get by random choice?"

"Nice to meet you, Ino!" Yay, meeting people!

She'd just been put on the list of 'omg best friend forever.' Right along with every other person that Zack had ever met. Ever.

"Well, I'm in this class, and I'm in the Television class on Fridays, and my other class today was that Terrain one? Aaaaand then tomorrow I have sexualanthropology."

He was blushing a little as that last one tapered off into a mumble, yes.

His was a happy nature!

"It could be worse," she told him practically. "You could be having straight out sex ed. That, at least, sounds more science~y." Ino might not really know what anthropology meant. Ino figured she was okay with that.

Science~y covered it.

"How're you finding Fandom?" she asked, poking through her beads for another purple one. "A lot different from Midgar?"

Hey, science~y sounded better! Zack could live with that.

"Oh, yeah! A whole lot different from Midgar. Midgar is all tall buildings and traffic and it's kinda dark all of the time, you know? And there's nothing really green there. Uh. Except for the sky. Hey, you remembered what it's called!"

Zack was impressed!

"Got a friend from there," she said with a shrug, "harder to forget the name then, right? He graduated, but we still talk. It's not like Midgar's a hard name to remember, don't you think?"

Ino considered her next move, figuring that being super stealthy was... probably wasted on this guy. "I remember you saying 'bout being from Gongaga too," and deliberately added, "SOLDIER boy."

And waited for him to confirm it.

Bestest best friend forever and ever and ever omg.

"That's right! Gongaga's my hometown, before I ever went to Midgar. And I am in SOLDIER. I'm a 2nd Class, actually. What does your friend do in Midgar? Maybe I know him?"

If Zack seemed a little giddy, it was because Ino was the first person to speak about SOLDIER as a proper noun without him having to explain that it was the name of that particular branch of the military, and that was awesome. A lot.

"Bit of this and that," Ino said lightly, having thought about that. "He's a bit in-between jobs right now, having just gotten out of school, you know? Staying with a friend and all that."

Truth and not-truth neatly mixed and layered. "I doubt you'd know him--you said you hadn't been in Midgar that long, right? And he's been here, so..."

"Oooh, yeah. I guess that makes sense." Zack wasn't missing out on anything, anyhow. He'd never even met a Turk yet. "Well, I hope he finds something that suits him soon, in Midgar. Maybe he could get a job with ShinRa? They treat their employees pretty good, and they're always recruiting!"

Oh, Zack had no idea.

"I'll suggest it to him," she said lightly, "and maybe he'll listen. Though it's even odds I'll get 'you don't even live on this world, Ino'."

She shrugged, grinning. "As if that'd stop me from offering advice." Sixteen neon pink notebooks attested to that. "Aren't you a bit young for 2nd Class? You must be badass."

The classes were going on Ino's list of things to ask about. But flattery never ever hurt things.

Zack was never, ever going to deny that he was badass. Because darn it, he was going to be a hero someday, and all the real heroes were badass too!

"Well, I'm not bad," Zack stated, puffing his chest up a little. It would have been more impressive if he wasn't holding a pair of children's scissors, attempting to cut tangles of string off of a glove. "SOLDIER recruits all kinds of people, so I'm not really that young. And anyhow, it's the SOLDIERs 1st Class who are the real heroes. I'll make it there someday, just wait and see!"

She was not going to laugh at him. No, really. It wasn't that what he was saying was funny--that was rather adorable, really, and reminded her of Naruto shouting about being Hokage one day--it was that the complete picture, with the puffed out chest and everything was a bit funny.

"I'm sure you will," she said confidently. "Though, I have to ask, does this mean being here is training or something?"

"Being here is--" And that was when Zack's puffed-up chest deflated visibly. "Actually, I'm not sure what this is. I had a training session with my mentor, Angeal, and then he told me to embrace my dreams and honour, and then I was sent here. So I guess this is some kind of training. I mean, I'm still wearing my uniform and everything."

"The uniform suits you," she said absently, considering the rest of what he'd told her. "Though you might, if you're here for a good while, consider getting something more casual too. Maybe this is training? In how to..."

...go to high school?

"Learn from a greater variety of educational styles or something?"

"That's actually a better theory than any of the ones I've come up with," Zack decided, and then he grinned and held one newly-freed glove into the air. Victory!

Time to free the other.

"I like this place so far. And people seem to think it's kinda weird that I'm wearing armor around all of the time. Should I maybe just get a pair of jeans and lose the pauldrons, or something?"

They were very practical, if he was trying not to get his arms hacked off. But perhaps not so much in arts and crafts class.

Ino couldn't help it. She laughed.

"You're such a dork, honestly! And I wouldn't call it weird," she said, because Ino actually wouldn't, "though I guess if you're not used to military types it might be? But, yeah, you'd probably be better off in jeans and a shirt while just keeping the armour 'round in your room 'cause sometimes you probably will need it."

"You never know when you'll need it," Zack agreed, his tongue sticking out the side of his mouth in concentration as he worked on the second glove. "It's bad enough that they took my sword. If something jumps out at me between work and the dorms, I'm going to have to beat it off with a stick."

Which he could totally do, sure.

"Ugh, tell me about it," she said, rolling her eyes. "They totally took away most of my weapons, and the ones I've got only pass 'cause they're not always weapons."

And the school didn't know about them. Details. Besides, they were playing cards. No way could the school take every thing ever that was card-shaped away from her for long.

"But I guess that's good training too? Expect the unexpected."

"I suppose so, yeah. And they'll let me take my sword out to train with it, just so long as I don't have it with me in the dorms. So that's good too, right?"

Of course right!

"It kinda makes you wonder what they do with the kids who are trained well enough in physical combat that their hands are a weapon," Zack mused, half-joking. "They can't really confiscate those at the door, can they?"

"Oh no," she said, eyes wide and far too innocent. "They really can't. It's like they think pointy objects of pain are the only way to hurt someone."

Ino's view was a bit warped considering pointy objects of pain were encouraged in the Academy, and that was for kids as young as five. So.

"Those are just the obvious way," Zack noted, frowning thoughtfully. "And then there are fists, and there's always magic, too."

And there was probably far more than that, but Zack really didn't train in too many different forms of combat, so he was going to just list what he was familiar with, here.

"There's using your surroundings too," she said cheerfully. "Death by chair would hurt quite a bit, don't you think? I don't have magic, though, do you?"

"Only when I have my sword," Zack replied. He wasn't pouting over that. Much. "That friend of yours from Midgar, did he ever mention Materia at all? It lets people cast spells if you equip it to your weapons and armor."

It was very handy!

And it was already plugged into Zack's sword.

"He did a bit," she said, twirling a feather around in one hand. "Never actually got to see how it worked though."

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