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Tracking: Urban v. Wilderness; Thursday, Period Three [ 09/30 ].

"Hello, class," Angua greeted the students with a faint smile. "Long time, no see. I hope you enjoyed your holiday and that our last few classes can actually happen consecutively without the usual interruptions. Today, I'd just like to go ahead and work on an activity to kind of get your brains back into the tracking mindset, as well as remembering everything we've gone over in class so far to help you find and track a person, animal, thing, what have you."

"You may work alone or in pairs if you like, and, when you're ready, you will have to track something down, but you know very little about it. I hesitate to use the word 'clue,' but, essentially, that's what you'll be given. You won't know if you'll be going into an urban setting or a wilderness one; you'll have to improvise. And remember, it could lead anywhere. I know quite a few good stories about tracking personally, but probably only half of them are even appropriate for school."

Sad, but true.

"So take a few moments, grab a partner if you'd like, or as any questions, and then I'll let you know your scenario and any other additional..." Sigh, "clues."

[[ ~~wait for~~ the ocd is not a cod! ]]

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What the hell, it's December!

Jacob Black

Makita

Tahiri Veila

Dana Scully

Effy Stonem

Zack Fair

Ben Skywalker

Andros

Maladicta

Jason Todd

Cara

Roy Harper

Bruce Wayne

Andrew Wiggin

Kurt Wagner (zomg late)

There isn't much of a lecture, mostly just instructions, but if there are questions or you'd like to snag a partner, now's the time to do it.

As always, you can mod whatever you'd like if you wish, or Angua will give you a scenario and situation and lead you through your tracking experience. Just mod away or step right up and she'll give you what you need.

Not dirty.

Jake bounced on his feet as he approached Angua. "Nothing with peppermint?" he asked. Not that he was expecting her to take requests. It couldn't hurt, though. Right?

Oh, that bouncing. Angua's smirk was a wry one, because, as much as she wanted to be annoyed by that bouncing, she couldn't be. Not entirely, anyway.

"Even better," she offered, nodding toward the manhole in the cobblestone. "It appears that your target is heading for the sewers. You don't know much about him, except that he's short, rotund, and has a certain scent of rat about him."

Which, in Ankh-Morpork, could have simply meant that he'd just had lunch.

Well... That stopped the bouncing as he grimaced and wished there was peppermint again.

"Did I piss you off or something?"

"If you pissed me off," Angua informed him with a faint smile, "I'd have sent you into a Black Ribboners meeting. I just know what you're capable of, and you deserve a challenge."

Oh sure, flattery. Of course that'd work with a teenager.

"I can handle it," he nodded, already turning towards the manhole when I remembered the part before the flattery. "What's Black Ribboners?"

Not just teenagers.

"Vampires who abstain from blood," Angua said, with a slight glance toward the other TA. "'Not a single drop.' It's quite..." She tried to keep her lip curl down, "fashionable in the city."

"Vegetarians," Jake muttered with an eyeroll, still not buying it.

"Right. I'm gonna go catch a rat," he motioned towards the manhole.

Angua was sending him into the sewers, so she could definitely forgive the pun. Hopefully, then, he could forgive her for the fact that the sewers in her reproduction of an Ankh-Morpork-like city was not exceptionally pleasant, and there was a smorgasbord of scents for Jacob to have to pick through before he'd even find the hint of rodent.

And, even then, there were...quite a lot of rodents underground as well, so the challenge would then be figuring out which was the one he was looking for.

He figured that out rather sooner than later. The instant he was inside the sewers, the scent was just too overwhelming for him to even make a difference between them all. He had a good nose, but he lacked the experience Angua and Firekeeper had.

He started moving as his nose adjusted, ears pricked for any obvious sounds but there was a great scurrying of creatures and nothing so much like a human. It was when his nose as numb to the worst stench that he picked up a rat scent, but led in all different directions.

"I'm so showering for an hour after this," he grumbled to himself when a sound came from some distance away. He instantly headed towards his, concentrating on his hearing rather than his nose. He almost thought he must have imagined it when it came again, a good distance away and then he was speeding up.

The place felt like a maze, the sound echoing and a few times he took a wrong turn until in the distance he caught a glimpse and a strong scent. "Got him," he smirked.

"Assignment please," Ben said with a tiny smile.

Angua gave a faint smile back, and pulled from her belt a long red scarf. It was silk, slightly frayed at the edges, with a spot of something...questionable on it.

She handed it over to Ben. "This was left behind; you can see the hole in it from where it was caught on a nail at the entrance to the city. They think the person it belongs to was heading out of the city, but they're not sure. Think you'd know how to start tracking from just a scarf, or would you need more?"

Ben nodded, taking the scarf carefully. "Did they preserve the scene where they found the scarf?"

"As well as they could," Angua's smile stayed, and she quirked her head to lead Ben that way, toward the gate of the city. "It's a pretty high-traffic area, and there's a Koom Valley parade later on today, so they didn't have enough barricades to spare."

Welcome to your first taste of Ankh-Morporkian police work, Ben.

It sounded a bit like Coruscant, really, at least with the random festivals that Ben had never heard of.

He was looking carefully at the...questionable thing...on the scarf. "I suppose it would be considered cheating if I used my datapad to analyze the stain?"

"It depends, I guess, on what kind of mood I'm in," Angua snorted slightly, but an amused one. "It could be, but it could also just be utilizing the tools at your disposal. Why don't you give it a try the old fashioned way, and then, if that doesn't work, go with the datapad."

Pause.

"Wait, your datapad doesn't involve imps, does it?"

Because then she might have to change her mind.

"No imps," Ben assured her. "Just circuits." He brought the scarf up to his nose, using his enhanced Jedi senses to try to pick up some idea of what the stain could be.

The scent, to someone who might know it, actually appeared to be none other than ketchup.

Or was it catsup?

Ben frowned thoughtfully as he sniffed. Being a teenage boy well versed in the junk food arts, he recognized the smell.

"Ketchup?" he said aloud. "Is there a junk food place near the gate?"

"Assignment, please," Roy requested ~~super late omg~~.

"Hmmm..." Angua tilted her head, considering Roy for a moment before deciding which of the scenarios to give him.

"There's a body missing," she informed him. "An important body, and a live one, or, at least, it was when it was last seen. Belonging to the daughter of a visiting dignitary. No one's seen her around the city since she was last seen, but her parents have offered up her bottle of perfume, hoping that the scent might help us find her better. Apparently, she practically bathes in the stuff."

She held out the little square bottle with the horribly pink squeeze ball for puffing.

Kurt stepped up all professional-like and nodded at her. "Give it to me!"

"Okay, let's see," said Angua, considering the strengths Kurt had been showing in class and trying to come up with something to challenge them.

"You're tracking a dwarf," she informed him. "A real surly character who believes in the older ways, meaning he rarely comes up to the surface. So if he came up here to do something enough to get you to track him, it had to be something big. Of course he's not staying there very long. Witnesses saw him heading down there, which leads under the sewers, and he left this."

She held out an oblong shaped rock.

"We can only assume it was his lunch."

Kurt took the rock and sniffed at it. Sure, it was a vaguely bread-shaped rock, but it was far more suited to being used as a weapon than as a lunch.

"Dwarves eat... rocks?" he asked hesitantly.

When the Pup and the Coffee-Muncher tag in.

Pup sounded way better than Coffee-Muncher, right? At least, Jake thought it did. It sounded better than mutt too, so he wasn't complaining.

...Hey now. That just sounded dirty, you know.

But Maladicta was there nonetheless. Despite being late.

No, she will not share with you any of the not-appropriate-for-school scenarios she mentioned.

I almost typed "OCD" ad "COD."

This amuses me far more than it should.

It is because subconsciously you desire an audience with the Supreme Newfoundlander and Canadian Icon, Gordon Pinsent. *nods*

I was gonna go with dyslexia, but, curses! You saw through my poly!

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