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James Bond ([personal profile] doubleohblonde) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2009-07-16 01:56 am
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Practical Weaponry [Wednesday, Period Four]

Upon entering the Danger Shop, the class would have found it set up to resemble the outskirts of a Madagascan marketplace. Bond leaned against a wall on the second story of a dilapidated building overlooking a crowd intent on betting on the outcome of some sort of animal fight. In the distance they would have been able to see a construction site.

Once the class had joined him in the building Bond began. "Good afternoon, class. Today we'll be looking at parkour, which is the art of getting from one place to another as quickly, directly, and efficiently as possible, regardless of the obstacles in your path. While this may not immediately sound like a weapon, practical or otherwise, any other skill you may learn in this class will be useless if you cannot get to or away from a given fight in time."

He nodded in the direction of the crowd. "In this exercise, you will take turns playing the role of an MI-6 agent, who along with your partner in the crowd is observing a bomb-maker with the intent to capture," Bond said, indicating a man in the crowd. The burn scars on his face made it clear which of the two he was supposed to be. "However, your partner managed to raise his suspicions and he's about to flee the scene. Given that your partner is currently trying to avoid a cobra bite, it's up to you to give chase and apprehend the bomb-maker."

"Your main tools in this exercise will be your wits and your environment, but you will also be armed with one of these." Bond held up a handgun. "This is a Walther P99. Semi-automatic handgun, nine millimetre calibre, fifteen rounds in the magazine. However, given that your objective is to capture the bomb-maker alive, you are to use it only as last resort, and if you shoot anyone who is not a direct and immediate threat, you will fail the exercise."

"So, who wants to go first?"

[ooc: wait for ocd up.]

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Re: CRANEFIGHT - PW [Week 2]

[identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com 2009-07-15 06:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ow!" Dinah ducked, jerked--

and her legs came off the crane, leaving her swinging by her hands as if she was on a jungle gym. She looked down.

Oh god oh god oh god oh god

She swung her legs back up onto the crane and hugged it for dear life, but not before the bombmaker got to the other building. "Damnit."

Re: The Building - PW [Week 2]

[identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com 2009-07-15 06:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Dinah swung down, took a gulp, and rolled across the roof as she landed. Ow. And up. and... okay, what? He got through there? Well, if he could do it, Dinah could, she was smaller than he was. Another scraping ow in the process, though.

Re: Sign In - PW [Week 2]

[identity profile] death-of-hope.livejournal.com 2009-07-15 06:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Anemone

Re: The Cherrypicker - PW [Week 2]

[identity profile] decoder-rings.livejournal.com 2009-07-15 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Right about now, Hannibal kind of just wanted a damn break. Of course, that wasn't coming so with a wince of pain, he jumped into the cherrypicker, got himself acclimated to the controls and propelled himself down, trying to get there before the white van could pull away.

Re: Listen to the Lecture - PW [Week 2]

[identity profile] death-of-hope.livejournal.com 2009-07-15 06:21 pm (UTC)(link)
This was exactly like playing tag with Cassandra, or going dancing with River. Anemone was practically bouncing in place, waiting for the signal to Go.

She'd even, actually, worn pants today, so this was going to be cake. Seriously.

Re: The Cherrypicker - PW [Week 2]

[identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com 2009-07-15 06:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Dinah used one of the girders as a Bat-pole pole with her hands wrapped in rags that were lying around, instead of the cherrypicker. She had no idea how to turn that thing on.

She was still less than a block behind the bombmaker as he left the site.
Edited 2009-07-15 18:32 (UTC)

Re: Sign In - PW [Week 2]

[identity profile] stocksgrrl.livejournal.com 2009-07-15 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
T.R. Wexler

Re: The Embassy - PW [Week 2]

[identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com 2009-07-15 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Sneak in? Maybe?

Dinah waited for a car to approach the gates, then knocked on the window, putting on her most winsome smile. "Hi! I'm soooo lost, could you--" The driver gave her an irritated look, waving his arm, then froze when he saw the gun she was holding.

"Open the door," she said.

"This will not work," he told her in heavily accented English.

"Open it anyway."

He did, and Dinah got in, smiling cheerfully. "Okay. Drive."

He drove, and before he reached the front door, Dinah opened her door and rolled out, running for the back of the building.

How to find the bombmaker? The driver would alert the guards in two seconds, how to find him how how how... fast, that was how.

Dinah climbed the stairs to the upper gallery of the compound and kept her head down, peeking in doors until HI THERE. Bombmaker.

She walked in, eyes huge, and waved to the guy behind the desk as he started to stand, frowning. "Hi! I just gotta--"

She picked up a statue and threw it at him with all her strength as he ducked. "--talk to this guy," she said, punching the bombmaker in the face, then the throat. The guy behind the desk was scrambling for a drawer, but Dinah had her gun out and pointed at him as she grabbed the choking bombmaker. "Two fingers! Just two! And throw it over here."

Grimacing, he did so, and Dinah kicked it under cabinet--then he hit an alarm on the bottom of the desk. Damnit!

She hauled the bombmaker along with her out of the room, and looked down; soldiers coming. Whoooops.

Back into the room, frantic, trying to think. Windows! Okay, second floor, but so?

She kicked the office-guy, who was on his knees scrabbling to get the gun back, then used him to haul the still struggling bomb guy up and through a window, then followed him.

Right, how was she getting out of here, again?

Another elbow to the face to her struggling captive when she landed, and oohhh crap. She'd totally lost her sense of direction. Front was-- that way! And here came the soldiers!

She ran, half-dragging and half-pushing her captive, but only made it to the wall before they were surrounded.

She just had time to strip his gear off him, then throw it over the embassy wall.

Then she had to surrender. Damnit. And hope her partner got the backpack.

Re: Talk to Bond - PW [Week 2]

[identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com 2009-07-15 06:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"So, in this scenario, what happens when you get caught?" Dinah asked, still smarting from not being able to finish the chase. She'd had *no* ideas about what she else she was supposed to do when faced with fifteen armed guys and a barbed-wire fence. If she'd been using her powers, she would have been able to pick up two or three to throw into the others, or yank half their guns away, start a panic. Or maybe levitate her charge over the fence. But without them.... "How much trouble are you in?"

Re: Listen to the Lecture - PW [Week 2]

[identity profile] stocksgrrl.livejournal.com 2009-07-15 07:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Turtle wondered if sometimes the teachers really did get together and plan things like this. At least there was a silver lining: since there'd been running earlier for Mr. Dex's class, Turtle felt limber and ready for more running.

...even if she was very ew more running about it.

Re: The Girders - PW [Week 2]

[personal profile] bitchprince 2009-07-15 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)
After the (very destructive. poor fake people) issue of the bulldozer versus Arthur, Arthur was actually relieved to find something he could actually deal with.

Once you'd climbed up rock walls with spiders chasing you while trying to get to a bloody flower, not a lot of climbing got to be that daunting.

Re: The Cranes - PW [Week 2]

[personal profile] bitchprince 2009-07-15 07:19 pm (UTC)(link)
More climbing. By now, into the realm of the terrifying.

It was still not as annoying, befuddling, or aggravating as the bulldozer.

Which meant he was going to keep doing it, even if he wasn't so sure about Bond's insistence that it would be safe.

Re: CRANEFIGHT - PW [Week 2]

[personal profile] bitchprince 2009-07-15 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)
WHO THREW A GUN? WHO THREW A GUN?

Sensible people, apparently. Arthur would be here and trying to lunge a bit.

No doubt he'd wind up hanging off a ledge again. Ledges.
Edited 2009-07-15 19:23 (UTC)

Re: Wait your turn - PW [Week 2]

[identity profile] stocksgrrl.livejournal.com 2009-07-15 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Turtle used her time before her turn to stretch out and consider how best to manage this. She was little and light, and was hoping to use that to her advantage.

Re: The Building - PW [Week 2]

[personal profile] bitchprince 2009-07-15 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes, ledges would be the key word.

Arthur wound up hanging off a ledge despite the great odds against it, pulling himself up with just a hint of pissed tainting his features.

Bloody ledges.

Re: The Cherrypicker - PW [Week 2]

[personal profile] bitchprince 2009-07-15 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)
No more vehicles. No more technology. No more--

Staring over yet another ledge-like thing.

He was just going to have to wing this one.

After a deep breath, he abused the thing's bloody structure to climb down as fast as he possibly could. He hated Bond fiercely. Bloody vehicles. Sweet mercy, what the cock was up with that?

Re: Sign In - PW [Week 2]

[identity profile] anarchist-queen.livejournal.com 2009-07-15 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Leda

Re: Wait your turn - PW [Week 2]

[identity profile] anarchist-queen.livejournal.com 2009-07-15 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Leda had somehow missed the first class. She must have been sleeping off a Peca binge or her mun somehow didn't see the post something. She normally would have thought this exercise sounded like fun. But she just wasn't in an enthusiastic mood today.

Re: The Marketplace - PW [Week 2]

[identity profile] anarchist-queen.livejournal.com 2009-07-15 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
This was easy. Leda bobbed and weaved through the crowd, never losing sight of her quarry.

Re: The Entrance - PW [Week 2]

[identity profile] anarchist-queen.livejournal.com 2009-07-15 08:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Leda didn't actually think about the bulldozer. Who from Bordertown would have the slightest idea of how to drive one anyway?

On the other hand, what B-Town street kid couldn't scale a fence like it was nothing?

Re: The Girders - PW [Week 2]

[identity profile] anarchist-queen.livejournal.com 2009-07-15 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Really?

With a sigh, Leda followed him up. Nimbly like an elf. Again, no technological solutions occurred to her.

Re: The Cranes - PW [Week 2]

[identity profile] anarchist-queen.livejournal.com 2009-07-15 08:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"You've got to be fucking kidding me." Leda gasped. She kept after him doggedly though.

Re: CRANEFIGHT - PW [Week 2]

[identity profile] anarchist-queen.livejournal.com 2009-07-15 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"Shit!" Good thing for those safety protocols. Even elven balance can't save you if you're untrained in the art of tightrope fighting.

Leda's dead. Fits her mood really.

Re: Sign In - PW [Week 2]

[identity profile] guardianborn.livejournal.com 2009-07-15 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Rose Hathaway

Re: Talk to the TAs - PW [Week 2]

[identity profile] guardianborn.livejournal.com 2009-07-15 09:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Rose had not blown up any embassies.

She was kinda disappointed by that now.

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