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fandomhigh2010-09-21 10:11 am
raspberryturk) wrote in fandomhigh2010-09-21 10:11 am
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Unconventional Tactics, Tuesday, Period 2
Today, when the students gathered for their class, they'd find themselves in... an interesting Danger Shop setting, yes. Today, the indoors were made to look something like the outdoors. A sprawling pasture next to a barn, populated by large, yellow birds that looked something like a cross between a canary and an ostrich.
Meet the mighty Chocobo, kids.
"Yo, Rookies!" Reno was ever-so-comfortably leaning up against a fencepost, arms crossed over his chest. "No, the island don't have none of these guys on it, and no, this ain't an invasion you'll probably ever have to worry about. Unless you go hittin' them first, they'll either just run away, or try an' nuzzle you to death, yo. But today, we're talkin' about transportation, and I thought, shit, why not give you guys a basis for comparison?"
He grinned. It was one of those 'I am going to probably enjoy watching this more than you'll enjoy attempting it' grins.
"So, like you guys probably noticed last Friday with them fish, gettin' from point A to point B durin' an invasion can be... A bit tricky. Unless you don't mind havin' your ass chomped on the way. Bein' here on Fandom Island, with a student body as diverse as this one, fortunately we got a few options, yoto. We got teleporters, who might not mind givin' you a lift. We got flyers, who might be able to take you over an' above whatever's out there. Then there's the speedsters, who usually seem to prefer runnin' solo, but they'll get from here to there, faster'n whatever's on their tail. And, of course, you got people with horses, or motorbikes, or the ability to make shields, or just fighter-type escorts. Some of these methods involve more risk than others, yo. But if you're not bein' an idiot about it, they might get you where you need to go, and in one piece, too."
One of the birds wandered over to Reno and tried to bury its face in his armpit. He gave it a pat on the forehead that was almost affectionate if you squinted before pressing on.
"Today, we're gonna put that into practise, yo. Your mission, should you choose to accept it- An' shit, even if you don't wanna, this is my class an' I'm the boss here- Is to get from the barn to the fenceposts at the same time or before the chocobos do. Do whatever you gotta, yo. Try an' run, teleport, fly, find some way to slow them down, or try to get up on their backs an' hitch a ride. Odds are they don't throw you. Hard."
Yep. You were going to be racing against ten-foot tall yellow birds. Deal with it, class.
[Open! WAIT I MISSED SOME. Okay, NOW it's open! For real!]
Meet the mighty Chocobo, kids.
"Yo, Rookies!" Reno was ever-so-comfortably leaning up against a fencepost, arms crossed over his chest. "No, the island don't have none of these guys on it, and no, this ain't an invasion you'll probably ever have to worry about. Unless you go hittin' them first, they'll either just run away, or try an' nuzzle you to death, yo. But today, we're talkin' about transportation, and I thought, shit, why not give you guys a basis for comparison?"
He grinned. It was one of those 'I am going to probably enjoy watching this more than you'll enjoy attempting it' grins.
"So, like you guys probably noticed last Friday with them fish, gettin' from point A to point B durin' an invasion can be... A bit tricky. Unless you don't mind havin' your ass chomped on the way. Bein' here on Fandom Island, with a student body as diverse as this one, fortunately we got a few options, yoto. We got teleporters, who might not mind givin' you a lift. We got flyers, who might be able to take you over an' above whatever's out there. Then there's the speedsters, who usually seem to prefer runnin' solo, but they'll get from here to there, faster'n whatever's on their tail. And, of course, you got people with horses, or motorbikes, or the ability to make shields, or just fighter-type escorts. Some of these methods involve more risk than others, yo. But if you're not bein' an idiot about it, they might get you where you need to go, and in one piece, too."
One of the birds wandered over to Reno and tried to bury its face in his armpit. He gave it a pat on the forehead that was almost affectionate if you squinted before pressing on.
"Today, we're gonna put that into practise, yo. Your mission, should you choose to accept it- An' shit, even if you don't wanna, this is my class an' I'm the boss here- Is to get from the barn to the fenceposts at the same time or before the chocobos do. Do whatever you gotta, yo. Try an' run, teleport, fly, find some way to slow them down, or try to get up on their backs an' hitch a ride. Odds are they don't throw you. Hard."
Yep. You were going to be racing against ten-foot tall yellow birds. Deal with it, class.
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