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fandomhigh2009-07-31 03:15 pm
bitchprince) wrote in fandomhigh2009-07-31 03:15 pm
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Rangering, Friday, Period Four
Arthur was an idiot. Arthur was a stubborn idiot. That was the only explanation for why, at this hour, he was still picking up what he felt was his duty. Which involved Sir Minsc, and his class, and sort of being a TA for it. "Ah, maggots! Last week, you did research," he said, "Research is a valuable tool if you're out to, to use Sir Minsc's favorite expression, 'buttkick for goodness'. It is, however, only a tool. Sometimes, you won't be certain what will defeat your enemy until you're already face to face with it. Sometimes, you won't have the tools you'd planned for."
He rubbed at his brow. "Today, you will be putting your 'plans' into action," he said, "If you actually bothered to make any. Take the enemy you have chosen to fight, and have at. With any luck, you may even remain standing by the end." Some of them should be lucky Arthur had no clue how to up the difficulty on the Danger Shop.
"Take the gryphon, for example," he continued, "A creature of magic, yes. But when you've only sinew and steel at your command, you find yourself in a blessed trap. Then what will you do? I doubt you'll be running for a book, at any rate."
Some of them should be really lucky.
"So have a go," he finished, pleasantly, and shot the class a tired smile that tried for sharklike but wound up somewhere in the middle. He might've been blinking to keep his eyes open.
Which would be when a rather insistent and unamused manservant stepped forward to drag him out of the danger shop before he passed out. Again.
[[wait for the OCD up! ]]
He rubbed at his brow. "Today, you will be putting your 'plans' into action," he said, "If you actually bothered to make any. Take the enemy you have chosen to fight, and have at. With any luck, you may even remain standing by the end." Some of them should be lucky Arthur had no clue how to up the difficulty on the Danger Shop.
"Take the gryphon, for example," he continued, "A creature of magic, yes. But when you've only sinew and steel at your command, you find yourself in a blessed trap. Then what will you do? I doubt you'll be running for a book, at any rate."
Some of them should be really lucky.
"So have a go," he finished, pleasantly, and shot the class a tired smile that tried for sharklike but wound up somewhere in the middle. He might've been blinking to keep his eyes open.
Which would be when a rather insistent and unamused manservant stepped forward to drag him out of the danger shop before he passed out. Again.
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