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Fighting With Powers [Monday, Fourth Period]

Max intended for today to be the only day they met in an actual classroom rather than the Danger Shop, so he figured he'd make the most of it. He showed up to class early and pushed all the desks and chairs up against one wall. Now everyone could stand for the duration of the class. Wasn't that great?

Then he went to go sit at his own desk, which he'd left untouched, to wait for the students to arrive. This class promised to be interesting, after all.

Once his students arrived, Max gave them a few minutes to chat and orient themselves before he stood up and looked around at them critically. He smiled slightly, then took a deep breath and began speaking in a voice far too loud for such a small classroom.

"Good afternoon," he boomed. "I am Centurion Antillar Maximus. Welcome to Fighting With Powers. For those of you who didn't read or don't remember the course description, this semester you will learn to utilize any special powers or abilities you have in combat situations. You will also learn to see combat in a more nuanced fashion as a result of considering how best to integrate said powers and abilities. After today, all class meetings will take place in the Danger Shop, but for today we're going to get to know one another. Especially one another's abilities."

He paused, eyes narrowing. "It is possible that some of you are uncomfortable sharing some, or even all, of your abilities here. That is acceptable, but if it is the case you should be aware that you will get far less out of this course than the others. If you feel the need for private tutoring, that can also be arranged."

Now, back to the task at hand! "Again, I am Centurion Antillar Maximus. My abilities are perhaps best understood as elemental-based magic. The details are not particularly important for our purposes, only the effects. I am a powerful healer; I have access to superhuman levels of strength, speed, endurance, and pain tolerance; I can sense emotions within a short range; I can create small areas of silence and invisibility; and I can directly manipulate earth, air, and water." He could do some other stuff, too, but it didn't really matter too much if he held back a few things. He, after all, wasn't a student.

"I am an officer of the First Aleran Legion in my world," which wouldn't mean anything to anyone, "which means that I have extensive experience with the use of these abilities in combat." His eyes swept across his students. "Now each of you will introduce themselves and talk about their abilities, or if you have none of your own discuss what you hope to get out of this class. You will all be working together during this course, so if anyone has questions or needs clarification about something, you're free to ask one another."

He nodded to whichever hapless student was standing closest to the door. "You begin."

Just before class ended, Max spoke up again. "Oh, and if any of you are interested in a position as a TA, come see me after class and we'll discuss your qualifications."

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For the first and only time, Max is giving you a chance to talk before he starts yelling. Feel free to take advantage of it. Or just to be confused at the fact that there's nowhere for you to sit.

He'd gone and signed her up for a class that sounded like it was meant for people with that metagene that Stephanie didn't have? Oh, very funny, Bruce.

I swear, if this is still his way of trying to get me to quit . . .

But! She could make the most of it, right? It'd be useful for figuring out what kind of powers people around here had, and if she learned something about the way they used them, she could try and figure out ways to counter that sort of thing, after all. Well, that was the theory anyway.

Probably best not to act like she was thinking about that, though. At least feigning slightly-perplexed wasn't going to be hard.

Cassidy was paying careful attention to everything Mr. Maximus was saying, and she would file away all of the information for later. She was really glad that she had signed up for this class as it looked like it would be really good for her.

"Aaron's going to be thrilled to know you're taking this class," Karla teased, a wicked smile blooming.

Cassidy grinned at Karla. "Are you planning on telling him, or do you think I will just to see if his face turns that color again?"

With them, either was possible.

Of course, she still hadn't seen fit to tell him about Ranon...

"Oh, I'll casually mention it next time I'm hope, because missing his expression would be a crime," Karla said agreeably. "It'll be fun letting him picture people flinging a pair of Queens into walls and things. And just when he gets all delightfully huffy, Lucivar can come over and thump him hard."

Cassidy couldn't help but let her grin widen at that. "Oh, he would automatically think that, wouldn't he?" Which meant that Karla should of course let it slip to him. She shook her head. "Better he get thumped by Lucivar than one of us." Not that she knew much about Lucivar or thumping, but she would assume it was always better for someone else to get that kind of attention.

She thought about that for a second. "I suppose it would be mean for me to tell Ranon about this class the next time I contact him..." Not to mention a travesty for missing out on his reaction.

"It's only right and proper that your Court is kept informed of your progress," Karla said piously. "I'll be informing Morton of the same, of course."

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This was just what Zee needed, because there was no point on having magic and not using it, right? A good offense was sometimes the best defense. Or just a really good offense.

Eyeing the rest of the class, she wondered if she could drag a chair to sit. Hmmm, perhaps not.

Leda smiled and waved to Zatana. "Hey Zatana! Long time no see. Possibly longer for me than for you."

"Leda! How come? Been away in your world having fun?" Which was code for 'serious boring business' or whatever she did in her world.

Serious boring business was it exactly unfortunately. "Yeah I got caught off island when the Maze thing happened here. Time in Faerie sometimes passes differently than elsewhere so while it was only a week here, it was two months there."

Alex listened to the lecture, glad she'd signed up for this class. She had a pretty good handle on her magic but she wasn't the best at fighting with them, when it came down to it.

All the more reason for her to pay close attention in the upcoming classes.

Momoko spent a moment facepalming at the way Centurion had arranged the room ("Well, at least we're not running?"), then looked around the room to see who else was in the class.

Leda scrawled something on a piece of paper and held it up for Momoko to see;

I HAVE AN XMAS PRESENT FOR YOU

Momoko finally caught sight of Leda and the paper. "AH! You do?!" she squealed, then clapped her hand over her mouth and looked around.

Leda snickered, and wrote again.

AFTER CLASS. COME BY MY ROOM?

Momoko nodded, bouncing happily and pointed to herself and then back at Leda. I have presents for you, too!

Leda gave a happy bounce too. Was this the wrong attitude to have during a combat class?

Rinoa was nervous. This class had been a mistake. Huge, huge mistake. Maybe she could lie and slip out the back, unnoticed? ... That probably wouldn't work.

No such luck, Rinoa.

"Hey," Karla said gently. She'd noticed the swirls of anxiety around the sorceress and figured a friendly face might help. "You okay, hon?"

"Fine," Rinoa said, although she was paler than usual. She tried to give her friend a reassuring smile. "Just ended up in the wrong class, that's all. We're allowed to drop the first week, aren't we?"

Rinoa was not as good a liar as she thought.

"I don't think so," Karla said, thinking of all the classes where she'd seen people upset, frustrated, and confused about being in a particular class. "I've taken classes with Max before and he's a good teacher. Understanding and willing to work with...reticent students."

Rinoa shuddered. Okay, time to come clean.

"This class is a bad idea," she said. "Using my powers at all is ... bad. Dangerous, I mean. What if something goes seriously wrong?"

What if she hurt someone, in class?

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