fandomhigh | Everything's A Weapon, Wednesday, Period 3

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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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.

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.

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.

What were people supposed to do in the case of cat attacks? Reno should know this. He had to contend with Petey all the time. But Petey didn't count - Petey was special.

Play dead? No, that was bears. Or sharks. Sharkbears. Probably not cats.

Play interested? That seemed to deter most felines, right?

Flag down a fireman?

... Or just get bopped on the nose.

"Um."

Surreal jumped off, satisfied, and paused only long enough to lash her tail at him and give him Smug Cat Look before darting into the underbrush.

A teacher should know to always be on alert from above.

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