fandomhigh | Unconventional Tactics, Tuesday, Period 2

"You ain't gonna win 'em all." Nope, there wasn't even a 'Yo, Rookies!' today as Reno made his way into the Danger Shop, only a couple of minutes late. There had been an important stop for coffee this morning, which he was now pausing to take a mouthful of as he settled in. Suck it up, kids. "You ain't. And, much as you all wanna think otherwise, you ain't all gonna be able to survive everything that life throws at you without a few bumps an' nicks along the way, yo."

This was Reno-ese for 'people get their idiot butts killed out there all the time.'

"I know, you all been spoiled by Fandom's practically nonexistent mortality rate. An' maybe you figure you're all invincible or some shit as a result, an' you can handle anything that you go up against. But news flash, kiddos: You ain't. And you can't. I don't care how strong you are. I don't care what superhuman abilities you got. Someday, you won't be able to out-run, out-think, or out-fight whatever it is that's comin' down on top of us. Someday, you will be thrust so friggin' hard on your ass that you will consider yourself lucky if someone shows up like a knight in shinin' armor to haul your sorry self outta there."

He smirked. He shrugged.

"So, we're gonna have a bit of a team-buildin' exercise, yo. Bit of a go against the Danger Shop, here. And I want you to all try an' tackle it without powers, to try an' keep things on an even playing field. You're each gonna break off into pairs. One of you's gonna play injured and pretty much useless, and you gotta get your ass rescued, yo. It's up to your partner to drag you outta harm's way." He nodded, and the Danger Shop flickered. And suddenly, everyone was standing on one end of a very shoddy looking suspension bridge. "Across this, zoto."

Really, he didn't even need to toss in enemy fire for this exercise. You guys would have an interesting enough time of this activity as it is.

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Pfft, as if you'll ever have to swallow your pride and ask for help, right?

... Right?

Edited 2010-10-05 11:30 (UTC)

Ino toyed with her pen as she listened idly. It wasn't that it wasn't a good lesson to learn, because it was.

But it was one that she already had some experience with.

Swallowing pride sucked.

Chloe had asked for help a few times...

...and then got put back right in the situation she had needed help to get out of.

It was for that reason that Blood society had evolved along the lines it had. Defend and protect, with each Circle of the Court knowing they can depend on the others within it to watch their backs.

Sometimes, the problem was getting people to stop helping.

Here at Fandom, however, there seemed to be a decent amount of reciprocity going on. Karla'd needed to be bailed out of a few unpleasant situations every now and again, but had done a fair bit of bailing out herself. That helped sooth the inevitable blow to her pride, she'd noticed.

For a second, Ben was back aboard the Anakin Solo, upside down and trapped inside the Embrace of Pain, waiting for his father to rescue his stupid ass.

Good times.

Then he shook his head sharply and brought himself back to reality. The bridge looked like the scariest form of Ewok construction.

Diana crossed her arms across her chest and tried to look like this didn't apply to her. Really. It didn't. Ignore the slight twitch.

Well, sure, everyone needs help from time to time.

Zatanna was more interested -read, scared to death- of the bridge.

Alex could call up ~~more than~~ a few instances where she'd thought she could handle things (with magic, no less) and ended up having to ask Justin for help.

Fun times for her, oh yes.

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