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What NOT To Do In A Fight / Period III / Week 5 (Atreides/Deadpool)
There was another person in class with the usual pair of teachers today. One who looked like you might not like him when he’s angry, only with a goatee. Which, as we all know, is how you can tell the guy is clearly evil.
“We have a very special guest today, class,” Deadpool said brightly. “And no, not someone they made come set you guys on the path of law abiding citizenship because he was arrested for dealing dope and put in jail so he’ll be telling you all some horrifying American History X style redemption story so you will all think twice about life.”
What.
“You know, I might need to meta that. How about... Canadian Sociology Z? Yeah, I kinda like that.”
Ghanima simply gave a Look to their visitor that spoke volumes. Did you see what she had to put up with now? Did you?
"Thankfully, we are not being asked to put on another anti-drug seminar," she said smoothly. "Some of you may remember my last entry into that field, and I'm sure that was memorable enough for you all. I know I feel no need to repeat it."
"Instead, today, you may have noticed that we have a guest, who looks similar to a previous holographic-guest. They are not the same people, I assure you. Mr. Durden is here for a simple reason: Some fights have rules. Most don't. But a lot of people will still fight as though there are rules." Ghanima smiled sweetly. "We call those people 'suckers.'"
See what teaching her slang did, Tyler? Those were not words a Princess Royal should be using.
Ghanima was using slang. Deadpool was making no sense at all.
It was good to be home.
"There can be rules," Tyler said. He was kinetic; it took him a moment to fall back into his classroom rhythm, and he paced to discharge the extra energy. Did he know any of these people? "You just have to agree. You can say no hair-pulling, or no shoes, or no bringing a buddy in. But the moment -- the second -- the other guy decides winning is more important than your rule, congratulations.It's a real fight. Even if it never goes that way, you got to assume it might."
He sounded like he relished the idea.
Deadpool nodded in agreement. “Which is why morals are only good when you’re not in a fight,” he added. “Well, most morals. You gotta have some or else you’re just some crazy, rabid animal to be put down.” A beat. “So... Daken.”
"Someday there will be a Deadpool-to-English dictionary, right?" Ghanima asked Tyler before waving it off. "Irrelevant."
"Even those of you prone to non-violence whenever possible can utilize this," she continued. "Throw sand in someone's eyes. Yell 'look over there,' and pull down their pants or throw a coat over their head and run away. Being practical and breaking the unwritten rules is sometimes the best way to get out of a fight before the violence really begins."
“We have a very special guest today, class,” Deadpool said brightly. “And no, not someone they made come set you guys on the path of law abiding citizenship because he was arrested for dealing dope and put in jail so he’ll be telling you all some horrifying American History X style redemption story so you will all think twice about life.”
What.
“You know, I might need to meta that. How about... Canadian Sociology Z? Yeah, I kinda like that.”
Ghanima simply gave a Look to their visitor that spoke volumes. Did you see what she had to put up with now? Did you?
"Thankfully, we are not being asked to put on another anti-drug seminar," she said smoothly. "Some of you may remember my last entry into that field, and I'm sure that was memorable enough for you all. I know I feel no need to repeat it."
"Instead, today, you may have noticed that we have a guest, who looks similar to a previous holographic-guest. They are not the same people, I assure you. Mr. Durden is here for a simple reason: Some fights have rules. Most don't. But a lot of people will still fight as though there are rules." Ghanima smiled sweetly. "We call those people 'suckers.'"
See what teaching her slang did, Tyler? Those were not words a Princess Royal should be using.
Ghanima was using slang. Deadpool was making no sense at all.
It was good to be home.
"There can be rules," Tyler said. He was kinetic; it took him a moment to fall back into his classroom rhythm, and he paced to discharge the extra energy. Did he know any of these people? "You just have to agree. You can say no hair-pulling, or no shoes, or no bringing a buddy in. But the moment -- the second -- the other guy decides winning is more important than your rule, congratulations.It's a real fight. Even if it never goes that way, you got to assume it might."
He sounded like he relished the idea.
Deadpool nodded in agreement. “Which is why morals are only good when you’re not in a fight,” he added. “Well, most morals. You gotta have some or else you’re just some crazy, rabid animal to be put down.” A beat. “So... Daken.”
"Someday there will be a Deadpool-to-English dictionary, right?" Ghanima asked Tyler before waving it off. "Irrelevant."
"Even those of you prone to non-violence whenever possible can utilize this," she continued. "Throw sand in someone's eyes. Yell 'look over there,' and pull down their pants or throw a coat over their head and run away. Being practical and breaking the unwritten rules is sometimes the best way to get out of a fight before the violence really begins."
Re: Practice!
... He wasn't certain what he'd do with it once he had it, but if Tyler was going to move slow, it was practically an invite.
"If something big and nasty does show up, at least that gives me something to do around here without having to go home on the weekends, I guess."
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... Zack was a cheater by default. Sorry, Tyler.
"It keeps me from getting rusty, anyhow. Even if there hasn't been much work back home."
And now he was kicking out a foot at Tyler's shin. Because shin-kicking was totally mature.
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Shinkicking was awesome.
"Are you graduating this year, or next?"
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Zack took a moment to contemplate his options, here. And then went for the classic 'shoulder to the chest' move, leaning forward and lunging in like a six-foot-something battering ram. Because how could you possibly go wrong with that?
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Tyler ... went down pretty easily under the strain of a six-foot battering ram. But he reached up to clutch at Zack's hair, hoping it'd bring him down too.
Fighting dirty, right?
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"Hair. Hair. Hair."
Zack went sprawling right along with him.
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Really, he'd been bitten by plenty of things in his lifetime. But most of them weren't, you know, former teachers or anything.
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