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Battlefield Tactics, Thursday

Upon arrival in the Danger Shop, the students would find that there was... nothing.

Well. In one sense of the word; there was mud beneath their feet, very sticky mud. There were what seemed to be small clumps of rocks, here and there, and further in the distance, the swaying motions of what appeared to be a tree.

But what was clearest wasn't clear at all: a dense fog, that laid over everything like a blanket.

There was also no sign of a teacher.

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There's some shouting, noise, flares of light, and the whole thing has generally turned into a cacaphony of noise. Then a tall, dark shadow dooms up in the fog, what appears to be claws extending in the night, ready to strike--

-- and then there's a flash of red hair.

"Welcome to Battlefield Tactics," said Kerrigan, dryly, her shape becoming clearer as some of the fog seemed to part of its own accord. "Name, rank, and just what the hell you thought you were going to do just now."

"Leia Organa," Leia said. "Princess. And I wouldn't have been out on a battlefield without a weapon if I could do anything to help it."

"That's an if," Kerrigan said, without moving a muscle. "So what you're telling me is that your strategy would be to complain about going unarmed." Well, one muscle: her eyebrow twitched and went up.

"Of course not," Leia said, just barely managing not to roll her eyes. She could only get away with that when her father was teaching a class. "My strategy if I suddenly appeared unarmed in the middle of a strange battle without any idea where I was or who was fighting would be to find cover and figure out where the hell I was."

"And then what?" she asked. If Leia's near-eyeroll had any effect at all, Kerrigan didn't show it.

"I can't give you an answer to that without more information," Leia said. "It would depend on who was fighting and where I was. There's no simple answer I can give you."

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"Kennedy." She squared her shoulders and tried to recover her composure as quickly as possible, hiding her lingering nerves behind a mostly-diffident expression. "Potential Slayer. I was going to wait it out--" yeah, that always worked so well with her-- "until it was safe to get a move on, but I generally don't expect to be in these situations unprepared. If I knew what I was in for, I'd have been armed."

It was entirely possible she'd just blustered right into the point.

"At least you had something resembling a strategy," Kerrigan said, sounding rather unimpressed on the whole - not that that was hard for her. "As for your second point, I'm sure anyone you fight in the future will be happy to wait while you stand there talking about hypotheticals."

Kennedy bristled, probably predictably, though thanks to Constance she was at least somewhat used to that unimpressed tone. "Yeah. Point taken. Is this the part where you tell me what I should've been thinking instead, or do I have to figure that out for myself?"

The level of unimpressed went up another notch. "Am I supposed to answer that question," Kerrigan asked, levelly, casually, "Or are you trying to get me to kick your ass across this Danger Shop?"

Riiiiiight, she wasn't going to get lucky enough that another teacher would have a weird bit of a soft spot for her the way Faith seemed to. (Emphasis on the weird.) This did not exactly mean that Kennedy would back down completely.

"It could be rhetorical. Not really equipped with a huge frame of reference when it comes to warfare--" at all-- "involving bullets, though, so once we get past the keeping my head down and staying the hell out of the line of fire, that's where I get a little bit lost."

"Cloud Strife." Alright, that had been rather cool. So Cloud was not pouty or pissed at the theatrics.

"No rank. And I was going to stay away from the fight."

"And how were you going to do that?" she asked, clearly expecting an answer yesterday.

"Scouting the zone, waiting, searching for higher ground." There had to be something like a hill somewhere around. "Or going in the opposite direction." That last one made more sense for him.

"Sometimes there's no opposite direction," she said, "Or it might mean someone is trying to herd you somewhere. What would you do if you couldn't walk out of the fight?"

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Karla raised a slight eyebrow at Kerrigan's entrance. Not sardonic or anything, just...thoughtful. "Karla, sophomore, Queen--" usually when teachers asked for rank they meant class, but Karla figured it best to play it safe, "--and take stock of the situation."

By now, Karla was sure Kerrigan would want a little more detail, so she added, "First, I pulled up my shields which have been tested against bullets. Depending on the caliber, I'd be safe for a little while at least. After my protective shields, I'd pull up some sight and aural shields because people are less likely to shoot at what they can't see or hear. And then I'd try to get up above the fog, at least for a moment. I might not be able to see what's happening in the fog, but I might get an idea of where the Hell I am."

One of Kerrigan's eyebrows went up again, but this time, it wasn't for any level of disdain. "So you come with your own defense built in," she said. "Good." She tilted her head. "And you've thought about it. That's all I ask..." She wasn't looking towards anyone in particular at that one.

Mostly.

She made a mental note of Karla on her students-to-watch list. (This was not necessarily a good thing.)

"In a battle, my first job is to keep myself alive," Karla said quietly. "Everything else comes from there."

"Dru Anderson, no particular rank." Since the whole Svetocha thing wasn't doing anything for her at the moment. "I'd gotten myself out of the line of fire and was assessing the situation to figure out next step. Given that I'm unarmed, that more then likely going to mean heading away from the people with guns."

"And would you have anticipated any trouble further down the line, Anderson?" she asked, curious but distant.

"You have to plan on it. Otherwise Mr. Murphy will come up and bite you on the ass," Dru replied. "Just because the fighting's over there, doesn't mean you're alone over here."

Zack made a face as he picked himself up from the ground and tried to shake some of the mud from his hands.

"Zack Fair, SOLDIER 1st Class. And I was going to do whatever I had to do," he said, squaring his jaw and looking to make eye contact with the teacher. "Staying out of the way of those claws would probably be priority, at least at first."

"Maladicta," she replied, giving the fog a look. She could totally do that too. She just didn't want to.

Really.

"Lance corporal in the Borogravian army. Played with illusions, I suppose?"

"K-Mart, no rank unless being a junior counts, and as for what I was doing? Taking cover and being seriously pissed that I wasn't armed."

Blossom lowered her yo-yo and floated back to the ground, transforming back in a shimmer of coloured lights while the others were introducing themselves. She stepped forward when it was her turn.

"Momoko Akatsutsumi, and I don't have a rank except back home where I'm the leader of the Powerpuff Girls Z." Sort of self-proclaimed and only when she was Blossom, but she said it like it totally counted, since she believed it did. "And I was looking to see if anyone was injured and if I could find the people who were shooting at us."

Edited 2010-07-09 03:15 (UTC)

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