Reno of the Turks (
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fandomhigh2010-10-05 08:19 am
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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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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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Rescuers, it's up to you to get your partner across the swaying bridge, in spite of deadly bursts of wind, numerous missing planks, rotten boards, the river flowing by right underneath, and the unnerving remains of the bridge that died a horrible death before this one.
Rescuees? Your job is way easier. You get to play dead weight. Make it as difficult on your partner as possible without doing something silly like actively beating on them.
No powers please, guys. And if you fall in, the Danger Shop will just set you down at the beginning of the bridge so that you can try again. Enjoy!
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Ino was... fairly sure it did, sigh. Still, she was going to contemplate the bridge thoughtfully, but not worridly. Even if it hadn't been a Danger Shop bridge, she wouldn't have been worried too much.
Of course, outside of the Danger Shop she could also use her powers...
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No, really. She was tiny and stupidly light.
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Then shrugged.
"Wanna give that a try anyway?"
Because fear was for the weak. Also: Danger Shop.
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Karla held out her arms. "C'mere. I'll try to drag you over here, where the scary bridge can't get us."
...She was totally serious about that last part.
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She definitely felt more comfortable with Karla being the one handling her, so to speak, but then again, more uncomfortable in other ways.
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Honestly, it was a minor miracle that Kennedy didn't go with her first impulse, which was to demand to know who was in charge of infrastructure around there so she could have Dad bitch them out.
She stood near one end of the bridge, eyes narrowed slightly as she tried to figure out a way across.
...crap.
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"Sadly, not so much," she answered steadily-- or as steadily as she could, which was slightly steadier than the bridge itself looked but not as much as she'd like since she was pretty sure that fifth board along there was about to fall off any second, if she breathed in its direction. "If we had to cross this, would that be a bad use of magic? 'cause I could get us across, but if we could do it faster..."
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"I'm not sure," she admitted, and hello, one of her least favorite phrases ever. "This would be so much easier if we could actually balance out the teamwork."
Which was the point, Kennedy.
Okay, too esoteric a train of thought; think practical. "Could you, like, is there a spell that you could use to tell where the weak spots are in the bridge, so we can avoid them?"
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Tara bit her lip, willing it to come to her. "Nothing ... nothing I know off the top of my head with no supplies," she said apologetically. "Wait, which of us is dead weight?"
Kennedy was stronger, but Tara was bigger (and, thus, harder to drag across a rotted bridge). She could see an argument either way.
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Shaking her head, she looked around for a partner.
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...just about par for the course for Dolf's life prior to coming here. His heart had sunk at the sight of it, but it was true. He really had seen worse. So he steeled himself, setting his jaw, and looked around for a partner.