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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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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."

"Oh, then I'll have to show you, sometime!" Zack grinned. "I don't have much Materia just yet. I'll collect more when I get back to work. But Fire and Blizzard and Cure are pretty good on their own, anyhow."

Compared with Reno's Thundaga, Zack had a long way to go, yes.

"How many ways does your world have to heal people?" she asked, laughing. "I've already snagged potions off one of my friends because they're exciting."

They were, like, baby potions on the scale of potions, but Ino didn't care.

"I'd love to see how Materia works though." Yes, yes she would.

Zack considered that question seriously.

"Well, there are different sorts of healing items, like potions, and there are different levels of potions, like X-potions and Hi-potions. And then there are elixirs, which don't just heal injuries, they'll cure poison and restore used up magic and everything. If you get one of those, you hold on to it until you absolutely need it. They're priceless, you know? And there are healing spells that different Materia can cast, like Cure, Cura, and Curaga. And then there are other spells that let you injure an enemy and steal a little bit of their health, like Drain and Drainga..."

Zack could go on forever about stuff like this. It was possibly for the best if he didn't.

"...must have a lot of injuries in your world," she said mildly. "Otherwise I doubt you'd have so many types of healing, right? And this stuff is just findable for people?"

"More or less," Zack agreed, nodding. "There are plenty of monsters on my world, and most of them have an item or two that's worth taking off of them. A lot of that stuff is natural. Or, at least, the Materia are. The potions are manufactured. ShinRa's finest!"

There he went, striking a pose again. Silly boy.

She snickered. "I wish I had monsters running 'bout everywhere," Ino shared. "That'd be fun."

In the violent sense, but hey.

"Well, it sure keeps me busy," Zack agreed, snipping at some more of the thread. Almost there.... "I don't think I'd have much of a job if it wasn't for the monsters, really. They're always trying to get into the city."

"Why?" Ino asked, fixing another bead to her dreamcatcher. "'Cause people are food to them?"

Zack nodded a little.

"That would make sense. There's not much out in the wastelands outside of Midgar, but there are plenty of people inside the city. They're probably looking for an easy meal when they head into Midgar. And most people in the city aren't fighters at all."

[Sleeep time for me. SP?]

"What about basic self-defense?" she asked. "Wouldn't most people know that?"

A beat.

"Have you ever fought a demon house?"

It was one of the first things Reno had every told her, about demon houses. It was... rather impressive that she still remembered that.

[Always! Sleep weeeell!]

"Oh, I've heard of those!" Zack bounced a little, very nearly missing his mark with the scissors. His glove was a millimetre shy of being down one finger. "They live mostly down in the slums of Midgar, though. I haven't had the chance to see one up close, yet."

He wanted to. But he hadn't had the chance. Alas.

"It's so weird hearing about a demon house living anywhere," she said, with a grin. "I totally want to see one eventually, but that means winding up in Midgar. Unless demon houses are importable..."

Mail-order demon houses?

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