fandomhigh | Rangering!, Friday, Period Five [ 05/22 ].

"Good afternoon, class!" Minsc, of course, seemed in the most excitable of spirits as the class came into the Danger Shop this week, the setting looking an awful lot like the clearing they were in last week, but with an assortment of long-range weapons rather than . "Today, we talk about one of the most essential parts of being a good ranger, and that is...of course!....buttkicking! But, more specifically, it is buttkicking was a proficiency in certain weapons. Now, I noticed last week that many of you are already very proficient in swords and the like, but what a ranger really needs is an equal proficiency in a range weapons. They are range-ers, after all!"

"So here we have a collection of different range weapons. Some of you mentioned being trained with guns and lasers, pew pew, but rangering is an older art, so we will use older weapons! We've got bows, crossbows, some very nice slings, and darts." And, yes, those last ones were big giant lawn darts; Minsc had messed up a little with the Danger Shop programming.

"I would not be surprised if some of you already have a proficiency in one of these long-range weapons already. If so, try one you're not as familiar with. Or, instead of just going for the targets, I can put you in a real battle with a beastie form the programming, and what you can do there is work on being able to fight an enemy who, unlike the targets, won't just stay put, so you'll have to work on potentially switching in and out between weapons for a more efficient kill!"

"Off to the side, there are also practise swords and staffs. If you are done with target practise, it is good to keep up your other work, and you may choose to spar with each other! I actually encourage this, as no ranger should get rusty! Well, then! Have at it! And if there are any questions, please just ask! TO ARMS!"

[[ ~~wait for~~ the OCD has split the other arrow in twain!! ~~, please!~~ ]]

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"You're good," Ben commented with a tiny smile. He was holding a crossbow in one hand.

Tahiri's forearm had a good few minor welts on it from where she'd gotten herself with the string in the early going, but she didn't seem to notice them, and she flashed him a grin. "You're not the only one who can learn quickly."

"Good," he said, beaming at her. "I like smart girls."

He was so suave, wasn't he? Well, it wasn't like Tahiri wasn't working a massively dorky grin herself.

"Girls, plural? Should I worry?" she teased.

"I like to keep my options open," Ben said, deliberately taunting the heavily armed girlfriend.

Skywalkers had a death wish. Who knew?

The heavily armed girlfriend (who'd noticed something about that family trait, yes) knew better than to aim an arrow at him. She was not, however, above unstringing the bow and trying to poke him with it.

"Oh, really?"

"Maybe not," Ben admitted as he was poked.

Tahiri narrowed her eyes playfully and pretended not to be entirely sure she believed him. "Okay. I'd hate to have to scrap those plans I made to bring you ice cream later."

"There was ice cream?" Ben asked, eyes lighting up.

"Maybe there still will be." Tahiri restrung her bow (which had enough of a draw weight that the process was pretty amusing to watch) and added, "But definitely no wine."

Ben hid his smile behind his hand. "Definitely no wine," he agreed. "Did you hear radio last night? Think we should say our goodbyes to John and Jaina?"

"I know you think it's funny," Tahiri said once she had the bow restrung. "See, I told you it could have been worse than the stables . . . and that might be a good idea. If he hasn't gotten to them already."

"The stables have to be more comfortable anyway," Ben said. "That shed floor is hard."

"Plus we still had clothes on," Tahiri mumbled. She might have been debating the advisability of teasing Jaina about this later.

Ben's cheeks went scarlet. "Um, yeah."

". . . so yeah, no wine. Or anything else like that," Tahiri started babbling.

"Ever, ever again," Ben babbled back. "You really shot the hell out of that target!"

Segues were for other people, apparently.

Segues. Who needed them? "Yeah, thanks, well . . . let's see how well you handle --" Tahiri eyed the crossbow. "That."

Well, she certainly didn't realize any possible innuendo there. Luckily. There was already enough flailing.

Ben's cheeks went pink--he hadn't missed the inneundo--as he lifted the weapon. "It's called a crossbow," he said. "I was looking for something as little like a blaster as I could."

"I'm pretty sure any of the options today are pretty far from a blaster." Tahiri shot him a confused look at the blushing. "Are you okay?"

More flailing. "Fine," he said. "This is kind of like yours, but more mechanical, I think."

Because of course he went for the more mechanical.

Of course.

"You're sure you're okay?" Tahiri gestured at his face. "You're all red and kind of freaking out."

"Just had a...thought," Ben said, with yes, more blushing.

"Well?" Tahiri asked after a few seconds of trying to figure out exactly what that would be. "Are you going to share, or what?"

Poor Ben. Tahiri had no idea what she was asking. And really, she was older than him, and the fact that he got it and she didn't was kind of sad.

Well, boy. And boy who had spent way too much time with Hapan flirts.

"Or what?" he squeaked. "Um, you know all the lightsaber jokes? I think they can applytomorethanjustthoseweapons."

The last part's speed rivaled Tahiri at her most babbly and was directed at his boots.

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