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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"That doesn't make me feel a lot better about it," Karla muttered, reaching down and clasping her hands below Raven's breasts. She straightened and began slowly dragging her friend towards the bridge. They were definitely making progress, it was just slow and painful.

It wasn't until they got to the bridge and Karla saw how Tara and Kennedy were crossing that she really felt like an idiot. She instinctively facepalmed--which sort of resulted in dropping Raven on her bottom.

Fortunately, Karla was already facepalming. So she could just do it again and call it even.

"Ow," Raven said, though not crossly, rubbing her backside. "Why did you -- oh."

"We could try it piggyback?" Karla suggested, her forehead still in her palm.

"If Tara can carry Kennedy that way, then you should be able to carry me," Raven reasoned. "I am willing to try if you are."

"You're going to have to, ummm, hike your skirt," Karla said, delicately coughing. "A little bit."

Curse her aversion to pants!

Raven stood up, then reached down to catch the hem of her skirt. She drew it up along her legs and tucked each side in the waistband. Why, hello there, bare legs.

"Will this do?" she asked Karla.

Karla nodded. "That should be fine," she said, looking awkwardly off to the side and occasionally darted glanced at Raven's knees. She turned around and presented Raven her back. "Just...hop on?"

Raven glanced over to Tara and Kennedy to see how to place herself, then put her hands on Karla's shoulders so she could hop up on her back. She hugged her legs around Karla's waist and clung to her, feeling just as awkward. "I have never been in this position before," she said.

Karla placed her hands around her back, to support Raven's weigh. Hopefully, Raven wouldn't mind where her hands ended up. "I have, but not for awhile. Are you ready?"

Umm, hello Raven's legs. How are you?

Raven shifted her position a little, trying to make certain she was secure as she pressed against Karla's back. "Yes, I am ready," she decided.

Eep. Just eep. "I think you're fine!" Karla said, though for all she knew Raven was half-falling off.

She started running a little. Raven began...bouncing. She could feel the motion on the back of her head and neck. "You okay?" she asked, trying not to sound strangled.

The bouncing was...interesting.

"I am all right," Raven said, squirming just a little bit. "Are you?"

"Fine!" Karla gasped. "Just running!"

On the plus side? Karla was barely even noticing the bridge anymore.

Raven had to tighten the grip of her legs around Karla's waist. "Watch your step," she cautioned.

Yeah, funny how she nearly stumbled right then. "I am, I am!" she called. "Just, uhhh, no sudden movements! I might...trip."

Because tightening her grip was the no different than leaping around on Karla's back. Riiiight.

But Raven had such soft, supple thighs! What could possibly be distressing about them around Karla's waist?

"I will do my best to remain still," Raven promised. Though it was so hard not to squirm with the bouncing up and down against Karla's back.

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