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fandomhigh2011-08-03 06:54 am
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Everything’s A Weapon, Wednesday, Period 3
Cindy was not almost vibrating with glee. That was your imagination. She was calm and composed and very professional. Very.
She was also bristling with more hidden guns and other weapons than you could shake a stick--or an electromagnetic rod--at. That might have helped a little.
“So, if any of you have been paying attention, there are weird things wandering around the island right now,” she replied. “We’re a class about combat. I’m guessing you can see where this is going.”
While Reno wasn’t exactly shaking his electro-mag rod around, it was resting quite comfortably on his shoulder. If this freaky-rock-thing and what it was doing to the local wildlife didn’t count as an emergency situation, nothing did.
“We got a couple of options for you today, in light of what’s goin’ on, yo. You can stick around for a pop quiz,” because all hell breaking loose was the perfect time for a pop quiz, “or you can leave early. But if you’re leavin’ early, we wanna know where you’re headed. Back to the dorms, off to the clinic, someplace else for whatever reason,” because they were not stupid enough to think that their students would be smart in an invasion situation and just keep away, “whatever. Don’t go alone. If you need an escort, Cindy an’ me would be more’n happy to help you get there, yo.”
Translation: You’re Fandom teens. You’re in a class about fighting. We know you’re going to want to get out there to do what you can for your home. Please take a responsible (relatively speaking) adult along, at least. Please. Or just go someplace safe.
“And just to make sure you’re all aware,” Cindy added, “we are currently operating under Fandom’s emergency rules. This means that if you have weapons stowed away in the weapon’s locker, you may retrieve them. If you have no experience or real skill with weapons, now is not the time to play hero.” Cindy looked very serious about that point. “Flailing around with a weapon you are not used to just makes you more of a danger to yourself and your classmates.”
“To expand on that,” Reno added, looking more serious than most of his students had probably ever seen him, “while this is a class on improvised weapons, if you have a weapon that you’re familiar with, and you’re plannin’ on goin’ out there, for the love of Ramuh and all that is Holy, take it. This class is to teach you how to think on the fly if you’re stuck in a situation without your usual weapon, yo. If you run out there an’ try to beat up mutant deer with a bowling pin because you think you’re clever, you deserve to get your asses kicked, yo. Don’t be idiots.”
All heart, that Reno.
“So, is everyone clear on what we’re doing today?” Cindy asked. “Students who want an escort back to the dorms, over here.” She pointed to one side of the room. “Students who need an escort to the weapons locker and then to the ‘pop quiz’ over here.” She pointed to the other. “Figure out where you’re going and we’ll begin.”
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She was also bristling with more hidden guns and other weapons than you could shake a stick--or an electromagnetic rod--at. That might have helped a little.
“So, if any of you have been paying attention, there are weird things wandering around the island right now,” she replied. “We’re a class about combat. I’m guessing you can see where this is going.”
While Reno wasn’t exactly shaking his electro-mag rod around, it was resting quite comfortably on his shoulder. If this freaky-rock-thing and what it was doing to the local wildlife didn’t count as an emergency situation, nothing did.
“We got a couple of options for you today, in light of what’s goin’ on, yo. You can stick around for a pop quiz,” because all hell breaking loose was the perfect time for a pop quiz, “or you can leave early. But if you’re leavin’ early, we wanna know where you’re headed. Back to the dorms, off to the clinic, someplace else for whatever reason,” because they were not stupid enough to think that their students would be smart in an invasion situation and just keep away, “whatever. Don’t go alone. If you need an escort, Cindy an’ me would be more’n happy to help you get there, yo.”
Translation: You’re Fandom teens. You’re in a class about fighting. We know you’re going to want to get out there to do what you can for your home. Please take a responsible (relatively speaking) adult along, at least. Please. Or just go someplace safe.
“And just to make sure you’re all aware,” Cindy added, “we are currently operating under Fandom’s emergency rules. This means that if you have weapons stowed away in the weapon’s locker, you may retrieve them. If you have no experience or real skill with weapons, now is not the time to play hero.” Cindy looked very serious about that point. “Flailing around with a weapon you are not used to just makes you more of a danger to yourself and your classmates.”
“To expand on that,” Reno added, looking more serious than most of his students had probably ever seen him, “while this is a class on improvised weapons, if you have a weapon that you’re familiar with, and you’re plannin’ on goin’ out there, for the love of Ramuh and all that is Holy, take it. This class is to teach you how to think on the fly if you’re stuck in a situation without your usual weapon, yo. If you run out there an’ try to beat up mutant deer with a bowling pin because you think you’re clever, you deserve to get your asses kicked, yo. Don’t be idiots.”
All heart, that Reno.
“So, is everyone clear on what we’re doing today?” Cindy asked. “Students who want an escort back to the dorms, over here.” She pointed to one side of the room. “Students who need an escort to the weapons locker and then to the ‘pop quiz’ over here.” She pointed to the other. “Figure out where you’re going and we’ll begin.”
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Listen to the Lecture
stupidcrazyobliviousdedicated enough to show up for class today, considering what’s going on and the freakiness that’s wandering around outside. Now’s your chance to decide if you want to head for safer ground, or if you’re going to stick around and make likestupidcrazyobliviousdedicated Fandom students with your weapons and some monsters.Re: Listen to the Lecture
Well, it was a good enough excuse to retreat back to the dorms on the grounds that she wasn't cut out for fighting.
And, you know, grab the gear that she needed to do it, la la la . . .
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Pop Quiz!
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Good.
Squall retrieved his gunblade, and wasn't going to put it down again until this whole mess was over.
After that he joined the fray, killing monsters with gusto.
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Mostly at monsters. Really. As if.
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Stuff like that rock never amounted to anything good around here.
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The fact that she was a walking armory was on a strictly need-to-know basis--and most of you didn't.
OOC
If you choose to have your student stick around for the ‘pop quiz,’ feel free to invite an NPC monster from the daily NPC post, or to mod your own freaky little forest animals. If your fight needs adult intervention so that your student doesn’t get maimed or infected, tag down here and one of us will jump in once we’re available.
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Honestly, she wouldn't have sent the note, but how often did you get to use "gremlin-death" as an excuse?
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She'll be bringing cupcakes next week to make up for it.