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fandomhigh2010-06-22 06:58 am
raspberryturk) wrote in fandomhigh2010-06-22 06:58 am
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Rookiehood 101, Tuesday, Period 4
"Yo, Rookies!" Today, Reno's class had been instructed to meet in the park, and to wear some good shoes for walking in. "I ain't gonna write up a final for you guys, yo. The stuff you gotta take with you outta this class ain't nothin' I can slip you a pop quiz for. So we're gonna do somethin' a little different, today."
He stuck his hands in his pockets, smiling lazily at the students assembled.
"Back where I come from, we used to have a tradition, yo. A Rookie's first assignment would be to go on patrol in Sector Eight of Midgar. Since Midgar's a little... out of the way," in oh, so many ways, "we're gonna dumb it down a little, here. This ain't the place I'd usually get my Rookies to secure, but it's still our stompin' grounds. For plenty of you, it might be home. So we're gonna take some time, walk around the island on your own or in groups. Get a feel for the breath of this place, yo. There ain't no shortage of island to go around, after all."
He smirked. He shrugged. A nearby duck quacked. He gave it a look.
"Secure Fandom Island, Rookies, and then meet back here before the end of class to report what you scouted out, yo. It's the last thing I'm gonna tell you to do in this class before I set you loose on the world again, so be thorough, would you? We got the preserve, beach, rocky bits, the campground and the area around the dorms, the schoolgrounds, the streets of town, businesses and warehouses and shit, I don't even know. Group off, scout around, and make sure the island ain't fallin' apart while it thinks you ain't lookin'."
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He stuck his hands in his pockets, smiling lazily at the students assembled.
"Back where I come from, we used to have a tradition, yo. A Rookie's first assignment would be to go on patrol in Sector Eight of Midgar. Since Midgar's a little... out of the way," in oh, so many ways, "we're gonna dumb it down a little, here. This ain't the place I'd usually get my Rookies to secure, but it's still our stompin' grounds. For plenty of you, it might be home. So we're gonna take some time, walk around the island on your own or in groups. Get a feel for the breath of this place, yo. There ain't no shortage of island to go around, after all."
He smirked. He shrugged. A nearby duck quacked. He gave it a look.
"Secure Fandom Island, Rookies, and then meet back here before the end of class to report what you scouted out, yo. It's the last thing I'm gonna tell you to do in this class before I set you loose on the world again, so be thorough, would you? We got the preserve, beach, rocky bits, the campground and the area around the dorms, the schoolgrounds, the streets of town, businesses and warehouses and shit, I don't even know. Group off, scout around, and make sure the island ain't fallin' apart while it thinks you ain't lookin'."
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"Remind me again," he muttered, assuming she was keeping up. "What can you do?"
Because if she'd ever mentioned it in class, he hadn't cared and didn't listen.
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"I h-have a good s-sense of things around me," she finally settled on saying. She didn't have to say that they were ghosts and the dead that she sensed. "I'm learning to f-fight, as well."
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"So, nothing, then," he replied. "Stay behind me, and if Reno's got any surprises for us, stay out of my way."
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He'd find out soon enough that she wasn't automatically useless.