Demolition and Dynamite; Friday, Third Period [ 09/03 ].

[boobs-and-bombs.livejournal.com]

Kūkaku Shiba stood in front of her classroom, arms folded in front of her with a smirk on her face as she watched the poor, poor bastards file in. She'd like to think that her current posture was one that reduced the ampleness of her chest, but in that, she would be terribly wrong. Of course, there were two other twins behind her, big silent men in funny little caps, arms equally folded but looking much more grim. As soon as the last student had sat down and gotten as comfortable as one could get when your teacher was just staring at the class with an almost wolfish smirk on her face, she called out, loud enough to make one wonder if her breasts were so large because they had to house massive lungs, "ALL RIGHT, EVERYONE, MOVE IT ON OUTSIDE!"

"Go on! Get! Don't make me have to boot your ass to get you moving. It ain't exactly eight o'clock anymore, and, unfortunately, we gotta save the blowing up the class room lesson for later in the semester. Come on! You have feet, use them!"

Once everyone had been effectively marched and hastled outside, Kūkaku grinned again and looked them over; her arms were still folded in front of her. "Good," she said. "Welcome to Demolition and Dynamite, an Introduction to Pyrotechnics, aka How Not To Die of Explosions. I am Kūkaku Shiba, your instructor for the course, and, believe me, you are some lucky little mouth breathers because I'm the best there is. None better! And to prove my point, I'm going to give you a demonstration. Koganehiko! Shiroganehiko!" The men stepped forward at attention. "Set 'er up!"

They went to quick and efficient work in establishing an apparatus, and Kūkaku held up a wrapped ball with a string hanging from it. "Doesn't look like much," she said, smirking, "but just you wait until you see it. Typical explosive has three major components: powders or chemicals that make it go boom, a casing, and a fuse. This type's a firework, so we've also got a stand to help shoot it off right for that...aesthetic prettiness." She knelt down by the apparatus, setting the bomb into it. "Now, watch carefully..."

With the same hand she set the bomb down with, she took a match, struck it against the toothy smirk, and brought the flame to the fuse.

And then....


[[ mmm, ocd on the way... is all shook up! ]]

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Re: The Rest of the Lecture/Introductions -- D&D; 09/03.

[boobs-and-bombs.livejournal.com]

"It's a fake," Kūkaku offered helpfully, going to very lightly tap the prosthetic over the kid's head, pretty sure that both of them would produce a hollow sound. "I can barely even remember when I last had both my arms. But that doesn't mean you should have to grow up like that, kid, so what does this teach us?"

Sure, he'd been passed out and only just now came around, but safety was important.

Re: The Rest of the Lecture/Introductions -- D&D; 09/03.

[not_tylerdurden]

Maybe not a hollow sound, exactly.

"Make sure your fake arms are fireproof?"

Re: The Rest of the Lecture/Introductions -- D&D; 09/03.

[boobs-and-bombs.livejournal.com]

And that answer earned him a thwap with the fake arm that was a little more concrete.

Kūkaku was a shamelessly violent woman.

"No!" she said, although that was a fairly decent guess. "Make sure you don't blow up your fake arms at all! Or your real ones!"

Re: The Rest of the Lecture/Introductions -- D&D; 09/03.

[not_tylerdurden]

Ow. "Right." That made sense. "No blowing up limbs of any description."

Though what if it was for science?

Re: The Rest of the Lecture/Introductions -- D&D; 09/03.

[boobs-and-bombs.livejournal.com]

Not even for science.

"Good boy," Kūkaku smirked, nodding her head. "Now that the important part's over, what's your name? Unless you want me callin' you Fainty all semester."

Re: The Rest of the Lecture/Introductions -- D&D; 09/03.

[not_tylerdurden]

He was going to get more than enough of that from Hobbes. "Calvin."

Re: The Rest of the Lecture/Introductions -- D&D; 09/03.

[boobs-and-bombs.livejournal.com]

Chances were, Kūkaku was probably going to still call him Fainty more often than not. She would, of course, mean it with love. It meant that he was at least one student who'd learned to fear the bomb as he should.

And it was a much better name than Calvin anyway. What? Did his parents hate him?

"And why'd you decide to take my class, Calvin?"

Re: The Rest of the Lecture/Introductions -- D&D; 09/03.

[not_tylerdurden]

"I like science and explosions. Which don't involve people's limbs. Or other body parts." Before today he'd never felt the need to qualify that statement in that particular way.

Re: The Rest of the Lecture/Introductions -- D&D; 09/03.

[boobs-and-bombs.livejournal.com]

The fact that those qualifications now existed meant, in Kūkaku's opinion, just meant that Calvin here was a quick learner.

"Maybe we'll get you to like the ones that involve at least other people's body parts," she said with a smirk. "Don't know how sciency we'll get, but we'll definitely get to plenty of explosions."

Pause.

"If you think you can handle 'em."

Re: The Rest of the Lecture/Introductions -- D&D; 09/03.

[not_tylerdurden]

Considering Calvin's interest in science was related largely to how it could be used for explosions, he was fine with the focus being on the latter. "Sure I can." Though he was suddenly a lot more grateful for Loki's class being before this one.