Everything's A Weapon, Wednesday, Period 3

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Cindy glanced around the monochromatic park. She and Reno had politely waited for the firefighters to finish removing the cats in the vicinity and then set up. If there was anyplace that needed what they had planned, it was here.

“Hey class,” Cindy said, waving a large gun at the approaching class--while ignoring the curious stares of the townsfolk who had gathered around to stare at them. “Welcome to your final.” She pointed to the pile of guns and eye protection laying in between their teachers.

"Basic rules," Reno intoned, grinning sharply and picking up a paintball gun of his own. His goggles were pulled down over his eyes. Because they were cooler than the stupid ones that were supplied for the students, that's why. "You can shoot one another, but the first one who aims for the head gets immediate detention, yo. Yes, over break, you think I give a shit how much vacation you miss? An' you can shoot the scenery all you like. Anyone who gets one of the locals gets detention, too."

Reno was caring and benevolent like that.

“Please shoot the scenery,” Cindy muttered. “It’s creeping me out.”

Greenery wasn’t supposed to be gray. They'd had enough of that back in Massachusetts.

“Now, then, rather than improvising weaponry today, you’ll be improvising shields and barricades. Things to keep yourself safe and unshot. But that doesn’t mean you can skimp out of protection, so eyewear before guns. And that’s an order.”

Reno hefted his gun, pointed it at a tree, and fired it off. Anyone who was surprised that it left a bright red smear across the trunk clearly didn't know anything about Reno at all.

"Pick your favorite color ammo, fan out across the park, an' then go at it, Rookies. This is your final, make it count."

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Talk to Your Teachers

[steel-not-glass.livejournal.com]

Your teachers are free game. Just remember, if you shoot them, they'll shoot you back. Odds are? They're better shots.

Re: Talk to Your Teachers

[steel-not-glass.livejournal.com]

Cindy was here, though partway through class, she was going to disappear into a tree to snipe at Reno anyone who wasn't participating.

Re: Talk to Your Teachers

[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

Of course the teacher would be a better shot; Surreal had never seen a gun in her life before coming here. But hunting prey?

On four legs or two, Surreal felt she had the advantage there as she silently moved from branch to branch in tracking her teacher.

Re: Talk to Your Teachers

[steel-not-glass.livejournal.com]

Silent or not, Cindy noticed the kitty eeling through the treetops. She'd been trained by Bigby to notice everything around her--and that included seemingly harmless little kitties. "Shoo," she hissed, waving the kitty away with her free hand.

What? Clinging to a tree branch with your legs was a perfectly reasonable maneuver

"I'll help you down after class," she added. What was it with cats and trees in this town--wait. That cat was not black and white.

"Hmmm." Someone was going to turn back to the students. But keep a weather eye out on the kitty.

Re: Talk to Your Teachers

[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

She even had natural camouflage, if only this territory wasn't so Darkness-damned creepy and gave her away.

Surreal just yawned and turned around a few times before settling on a branch to catnap. Clearly she was someone's pet from Fandom that had accidentally wandered over and gotten stuck. And she'd watch. Oh yes, she'd watch and wait.

Re: Talk to Your Teachers

[steel-not-glass.livejournal.com]

Cindy wasn't paying much attention to the kitty, as she had important shooting to be done, so once Surreal curled up, Cindy dismissed the cat and turned most of her attention to what was going on below.

Re: Talk to Your Teachers

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Kenzi took aim, sneakily, aiming for Cindy's legs from behind a black-and-white and very neat trashcan.

Tagging. Had to happen.

Re: Talk to Your Teachers

[steel-not-glass.livejournal.com]

Cindy continued to walk on as if she had no idea that there could be anyone lurking nearby. Oh, Kenzi, you were good. Cindy was even proud of how good you were!

But she about about three hundred years on you, sweetheart.

Re: Talk to Your Teachers

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

Still! Think of the honor and glory if she pulled this off! Dude!

She shot, then ducked back down, stifling snickers.

Re: Talk to Your Teachers

[steel-not-glass.livejournal.com]

And Cindy jumped. Not just up into the air and over the paintball--well, she did that, too--but into a handspring that vaulted her on top of the currently-snickering garbage cans.

"Hello, Kenzi," she said. Pointing the paintball gun.

Re: Talk to Your Teachers

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"Aaaaaaaah!"

Give her credit for recovery time, at least, after the girly scream? *Sput-thut!*

"Hiiii, Ms. Perrault! Six point oh landing, awesome!"

Re: Talk to Your Teachers

[raspberryturk]

Reno? Also here. Also vanishing for convenient snipings at Cindy unsuspecting students.

It was just the way that Turks worked, yo.

Re: Talk to Your Teachers

[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

Surreal silently stalked through the tree branches, eyes slitted as she zeroed in on her prey.

Look, if she was going to participate, she was going to do her best to take out the teachers. Rules about head-shots be damned; she was going to use all the tricks in her little Bengal arsenal.

Re: Talk to Your Teachers

[raspberryturk]

Hey, now. Cats in trees seemed to be a thing around here. Reno wasn't quite sure what was up with the kittens from this place that led to their compulsion to get themselves stuck up there, but fairly low on his list of dangerous creatures?

Surreal.

And so there he was, zeroing his aim in on a student that seemed more intent on hiding than actually participating. Silly Rookies, always doing things like that, not realizing that their enemy was always going to be there to shoot at them so long as they didn't shoot back...

Re: Talk to Your Teachers

[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

Silly, silly teachers, not realizing their students were always going to be there to try and get a drop on them.

In this case, literally.

She crouched down, muscles tensing in preparation for the jump - there may have even been a butt-wiggle - and then she was launching silently into the air, aimed for the top of Reno's head. All that red hair made an easy target.

Re: Talk to Your Teachers

[raspberryturk]

And now Reno had a cat on his head.

"The hell!?"

His paintball fired off and completely missed the student he'd been aiming at, leaving a red smear along the top of a park bench, instead. There was flailing in an attempt to grab the cat off of his head. One-handed flailing, because if there was one thing Reno could say for himself, it was that he never dropped his weapon.

Re: Talk to Your Teachers

[harpy-daughter.livejournal.com]

Surreal yowled in glee, doing her best to stay on without using her claws. Well, without using her claws too much. She was rather sure that drawing blood would be an automatic fail.

Her goal? To bop him on the nose for an Epic Win, since she's already scored with getting the drop on him, and Surreal made a pass at his nose with paw.

Re: Talk to Your Teachers

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"Dude, I loved this class," a bespattered Kenzi said, wandering up out of ammo near the end. "Just so's you know."

Re: Talk to Your Teachers

[raspberryturk]

Reno blinked, taking in the sight of the splattered girl and cracking a grin.

Class well taught, then. Even if he had been tackled by a cat earlier.

"Good to hear, yo. Any particular favorites?"

Re: Talk to Your Teachers

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"Hmm. The toy store? And the beach. Dude, that one was hard." Because it was the beach! And aside from barbecue tongs, who brought weapons to the beach? "You going to be teaching more next semester? You or Ms. Perrault?"

Re: Talk to Your Teachers

[raspberryturk]

"I dunno," Reno admitted, thoughtfully. "I ain't got no plans for nothin' next semester, but I can't speak for Cindy, yo. Maybe she'll pick up the slack where I'm missin' the target?"

Re: Talk to Your Teachers

[steel-not-glass.livejournal.com]

After class broke up, Cindy sauntered over to her co-teacher, offering him her hand. "I think this was an excellent semester," she said. "One of my favorites so far."

Re: Talk to Your Teachers

[raspberryturk]

"Definitely one to remember," Reno agreed, smirking and giving that offered hand a firm shake. "No major casualties or nothin', yo. That's never a bad sign."

Re: Talk to Your Teachers

[steel-not-glass.livejournal.com]

And she'd gotten to play with Reno's shiny burning balls!

...Not like that.

"Maybe they even learned something," Cindy agreed. "And will remember it later on." She gave him a genuine smile. "Beyond that beating up mascots with a squeaky hammer is a brilliant idea."

Re: Talk to Your Teachers

[raspberryturk]

"The best idea," Reno laughed. "I gotta do shit like that more often, go."

Yep. Totally did.