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fandomhigh2010-09-07 09:37 am
raspberryturk) wrote in fandomhigh2010-09-07 09:37 am
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Unconventional Tactics, Tuesday, Period 2
"Yo, Rookies!" Why, yes, Reno was in an excellent mood as he sauntered into the classroom today. Why do you ask? "Funny thing, ain't it? I always had a hell of a friggin' time stayin' awake during history lessons, and here I am about to give you one?"
Well, Reno thought it was amusing, anyhow.
"Today we're gonna go over a few of them big, bad, friggin' lethal invasions we touched on last week. I went an' picked out a couple in particular, so we ain't sittin' here coverin' ones that were way too friggin' similar by the end of the day, yo. You can thank me for it later."
Or else smack him for dredging up old trauma.
"First one I'm gonna talk about is one that most of you weren't here for, lucky you. I'm gonna talk about that group of stone angels, sittin' in the preserve. They're different from most of our other invasions, worth makin' a note of, because this was the invasion where no matter how hard we fought, no matter how many explosives we set out or how hard we kicked 'em in the face or what magic we used, none of that worked. Didn't leave a scratch, never would'a. See, they're just statues, right? But only so long as somebody's lookin' at 'em. Moment you blinked, that was when the fun started."
Unlike usual, Reno actually didn't mean that these guys were fun at all when he said that. There was something friggin' unnerving about an enemy that you couldn't hurt, and that much was probably as apparent in his expression as the nose on his face.
"People started disappearing. Wasn't long after, we started gettin' letters from the ones who were gone, postmarked from places like London an' Paris an' Cairo, like a century ago. Takin' care of this one took a few different things, yo. Safehouses were set up here an' there, just places with lights on and a shitload of people too damn afraid to close their eyes to sleep. We had researchers in the library and on the computers, tryin' to figure out how to hurt them damn angels, and also tryin' to figure out how to get our people back. At the same time, we had people who were sent away, comin' back to us that many years older, tellin' us everything they knew about the angels, too. Once they all puzzled it out, we had to get the message to people in the past. In the past, gettin' our people home meant puttin' 'em all to sleep for all that time. Here on the island, takin' down the angels involved a bunch'a idiots walkin' backwards in pairs and blinking until the angles were all starin' at one another. We got some of the island's teleporters to grab our folks to safety, an' then a shield was put up around the angels so nothin' can move 'em, and nothin' can ever break the eye contact that they're makin'. After all, statues don't blink."
Reno hated those damn things.
"Next one I'm gonna talk about started with a paintball game, if I got my story straight. Gun club went on a field trip to an abandoned mall off-island, an' they were ambushed by zombies, yo. They managed to all get back in one piece, but the portal didn't shut all the way, an' next thing we knew, the whole damn island was crawlin' in 'em, and some of 'em were us." Reno did not look terribly pleased at that statement. He did not have good memories of his time spent as a member of the shambling undead. "They weren't all fun and games and musical instruments like the ones in the bar. Zombies tried to storm the dorms, and people had to fend off not just the ones that came up outta the ground, but also us. People got hurt."
And not just physically, which was a bit of a trend with invasions like these.
"Fixin' this one involved our research teams again, yo. People in the library, lookin' up what the hell was goin' on. Voodoo curse, turns out. Also turns out that the island's got a bit of a voodoo master livin' here, too. Not the last time a gremlin helped save the island, yo. After a bit of negotiation, we convinced him to help break the curse, banished the voodoo priest away so that this crap wouldn't happen again, and got to work cleanin' up the damage, yo."
Reno was doing that frowning thing, again. He didn't do it often, but when he did, it was probably a good sign that the little gears in his head were doing that turning thing that they occasionally did.
"Last one I'm gonna talk about, it was a bit different than all that, yo. Some crazy-assed island called Nemesis, somewhere out there, is kinda like Fandom. It collects people from all over space an' time and the universe at large, just like we do. Funny thing about it is, the residents of Nemesis wanted Fandom. An' their showin' up here kicked off a tournament to see who gets to keep this place. Some of us were paired off against people from there, an' demonstrating what we're made of in front of a panel of judges, we had to prove that in the end, Fandomites are the ones that are better at what it is we do, an' they can just go back to their own damn rock, yo."
"Now that I went an' talked about some of the island's trauma, we get to play discussion time, yo. I want you to each pick out one thing that you noticed these events might have in common, either the way we were invaded, the way we survived the invasion, or in the way we took care of it in the end. Anything you can think of that we might'a used in the past that's come in handy for the more recent things that we've been hit by? Anything you think we might end up pullin' out again for sure, just because we know it's tried an' true? If there's one thing I can say about the people livin' here, it's that we're capable of learning, yo. So... Tell me, Rookies, what is it we managed to learn?"
[Open and rambly, as is the way of Reno's classes.]
Well, Reno thought it was amusing, anyhow.
"Today we're gonna go over a few of them big, bad, friggin' lethal invasions we touched on last week. I went an' picked out a couple in particular, so we ain't sittin' here coverin' ones that were way too friggin' similar by the end of the day, yo. You can thank me for it later."
Or else smack him for dredging up old trauma.
"First one I'm gonna talk about is one that most of you weren't here for, lucky you. I'm gonna talk about that group of stone angels, sittin' in the preserve. They're different from most of our other invasions, worth makin' a note of, because this was the invasion where no matter how hard we fought, no matter how many explosives we set out or how hard we kicked 'em in the face or what magic we used, none of that worked. Didn't leave a scratch, never would'a. See, they're just statues, right? But only so long as somebody's lookin' at 'em. Moment you blinked, that was when the fun started."
Unlike usual, Reno actually didn't mean that these guys were fun at all when he said that. There was something friggin' unnerving about an enemy that you couldn't hurt, and that much was probably as apparent in his expression as the nose on his face.
"People started disappearing. Wasn't long after, we started gettin' letters from the ones who were gone, postmarked from places like London an' Paris an' Cairo, like a century ago. Takin' care of this one took a few different things, yo. Safehouses were set up here an' there, just places with lights on and a shitload of people too damn afraid to close their eyes to sleep. We had researchers in the library and on the computers, tryin' to figure out how to hurt them damn angels, and also tryin' to figure out how to get our people back. At the same time, we had people who were sent away, comin' back to us that many years older, tellin' us everything they knew about the angels, too. Once they all puzzled it out, we had to get the message to people in the past. In the past, gettin' our people home meant puttin' 'em all to sleep for all that time. Here on the island, takin' down the angels involved a bunch'a idiots walkin' backwards in pairs and blinking until the angles were all starin' at one another. We got some of the island's teleporters to grab our folks to safety, an' then a shield was put up around the angels so nothin' can move 'em, and nothin' can ever break the eye contact that they're makin'. After all, statues don't blink."
Reno hated those damn things.
"Next one I'm gonna talk about started with a paintball game, if I got my story straight. Gun club went on a field trip to an abandoned mall off-island, an' they were ambushed by zombies, yo. They managed to all get back in one piece, but the portal didn't shut all the way, an' next thing we knew, the whole damn island was crawlin' in 'em, and some of 'em were us." Reno did not look terribly pleased at that statement. He did not have good memories of his time spent as a member of the shambling undead. "They weren't all fun and games and musical instruments like the ones in the bar. Zombies tried to storm the dorms, and people had to fend off not just the ones that came up outta the ground, but also us. People got hurt."
And not just physically, which was a bit of a trend with invasions like these.
"Fixin' this one involved our research teams again, yo. People in the library, lookin' up what the hell was goin' on. Voodoo curse, turns out. Also turns out that the island's got a bit of a voodoo master livin' here, too. Not the last time a gremlin helped save the island, yo. After a bit of negotiation, we convinced him to help break the curse, banished the voodoo priest away so that this crap wouldn't happen again, and got to work cleanin' up the damage, yo."
Reno was doing that frowning thing, again. He didn't do it often, but when he did, it was probably a good sign that the little gears in his head were doing that turning thing that they occasionally did.
"Last one I'm gonna talk about, it was a bit different than all that, yo. Some crazy-assed island called Nemesis, somewhere out there, is kinda like Fandom. It collects people from all over space an' time and the universe at large, just like we do. Funny thing about it is, the residents of Nemesis wanted Fandom. An' their showin' up here kicked off a tournament to see who gets to keep this place. Some of us were paired off against people from there, an' demonstrating what we're made of in front of a panel of judges, we had to prove that in the end, Fandomites are the ones that are better at what it is we do, an' they can just go back to their own damn rock, yo."
"Now that I went an' talked about some of the island's trauma, we get to play discussion time, yo. I want you to each pick out one thing that you noticed these events might have in common, either the way we were invaded, the way we survived the invasion, or in the way we took care of it in the end. Anything you can think of that we might'a used in the past that's come in handy for the more recent things that we've been hit by? Anything you think we might end up pullin' out again for sure, just because we know it's tried an' true? If there's one thing I can say about the people livin' here, it's that we're capable of learning, yo. So... Tell me, Rookies, what is it we managed to learn?"
[Open and rambly, as is the way of Reno's classes.]
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