fandomhigh | Basic Strategy, Monday, Period 4

Tyrion was already standing on his desk as the students got to class. It had seemed to work well the last time, and he wasn't about to mess with traditions that proved useful.

"Good afternoon, and welcome to Basic Strategy," he began. "I'm Tyrion Lannister. You may address me as Lord Tyrion, or as Professor Lannister if a noble title is too much for you. Most of your cohorts seem to go for the variant with Professor in front of it."

"Before we start, I'd like to mention that I need an assistant. Mr. Carter, you seem like a likely lad. Stop by after the class and we'll discuss the details."

A pause, there, as Tyrion hoped he'd chosen well and looked at his notes.

"This class is not -- as some of you may have heard from people who took it last term -- about how to win a war. It's about how to make the circumstances of your life work for you. How to get what you want, whether it's a crown or some money or a pretty girl. Many of my thoughts may be useful; if they aren't, I hope at the least I'll entertain you for an hour every week."

"The main thing we're going to discuss today is where we all start from. Unless you're an idiot, no doubt you've surmised a few things about me by now. First, of course, is that I'm devastatingly handsome. Second, you might have heard the way I introduced myself, or noted the quality of my clothing, and correctly deduced that I come from a family of some standing. And finally, the thing the world will very rarely let me forget -- I am a dwarf. My limbs are short, my head is large, I wouldn't be the first person you'd call for back-up in a swordfight."

He'd been speaking quickly through his introduction, but here he paused and began to pace himself, as if he wanted to ensure the students were listening. "I can't forget any of that. No one else will."

"And I promise you, there are things about each of you that no one will ever forget, either. It might be a family name; it might be something you've done, or failed to do. It might be very good or very bad. Whatever it is, you need to take it on fully. Make it into your strength, and no one can ever use it to hurt you."

"You" -- and here he pointed randomly into the front row -- "start our conversation. Your names, two things about you that are common knowledge, and one thing you just want us to know. Next week, we'll start discussing how to turn what we have -- and don't have -- into things we can use."

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"Uh...." Said Darcy eloquently.

"Something the matter?"

"Like, Norse mythology sent a giant robot thing half-brother of Thor Loki?" Darcy asked in one breath. "Or your parents were giant mythology nerds Loki?"

"The Destroyer?" A beat. "What do you know of Thor?"

"So no hippy parents." Darcy commented. "He's hot?"

Loki had spent enough time on the internet to understand it was a colloquialism for 'attractive' and so, he could only respond in kind.

"Gross."

Darcy's brain was helpfully providing her with three reactions: panic, ogle, and be confused.

She ended up sticking her tongue out at Loki instead.

"Brother," he reminded her.

"Point." Darcy said. "But I'm allowed to think he's hot."

"Simply not to me." A beat. "How do you know Thor? Are you from Broxton?"

"Is that in New Mexico?" Darcy asked with a frown.

"Oklahoma, actually."

Way to be suspicious there.

Darcy shook her head. "Never been that far east. Or north. Except now." She abruptly tacked on at the end.

"Ah." He stared at her for a moment longer. "I'm still waiting for how you know my brother."

There was a pause as he put some things together with her introduction.

"You tasered my brother?"

"Sorry?" Darcy said and backed up a few steps. "I mean, he was acting like a crazy, homeless man and was threatening Jane! Who had totally not meant to hit him with her car, by the way. Either time." Darcy mouth had a habit of running when not wanted.

Loki continued to stare. "...Thor," he confirmed as though he wasn't quite following her. "Was he injured from battle during this?"

"I don't think so?" Darcy said, her faced kind of scrunched up in thought. "I mean, he had fallen and then Jane hit him, so he probably wasn't 100%, alien god or not."

"...alien?"

"Yeah? I mean, you're not from Earth and have some weird name for this planet?" Darcy had decided everyone was an alien. No one could convince her otherwise.

"Migard is not weird! And I am no alien!" Be more offended, Loki. Dare you.

"You're not from Earth - or My guard or whatever - so you're an alien." Marvel at that logic, marvel.

"Am not! I'm a god!"

"I said that! You can be both!"

"Aliens are aliens! I'm not one of them." Did he look like a Skrull to you, Darcy? OH WAIT, HE VERY WELL WOULD. "I am---interdimensional."

That worked.

It was a good thing Darcy couldn't respond to narrative or this conversation would be even more insane. "Alien. Fell from the sky. I heard Jane talking!" Darcy said stubbornly.

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