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Multi-Disciplinary Self Defense, 7th Period

Duncan stands at the front of the classroom. He looks much more serious than has been usual for gym class. He seems already stretched out and limber. Large mats have been lain out on the floor. Several punching bags have been added. A trunk in one corner holds padded safety gear, including helmets.

“Okay, first things first. I’ll read off the class roster, and you raise your hand when I say your name. Angel. Vala Mal Doran. James Ford. Susan Ivanova. Jack Harkness. Cameron Mitchell. Han Solo. Susan Sto Helit. Buffy Summers. Kara Thrace .”

After that is done, he stands at the front of the group. “I want you to take a look through the safety gear. Pick helmets and padding, both for close fighting and fencing. Also, a glove for you to trade off taking punches. Make sure these things fit. If they don’t, I’ll see about ordering new ones once we have you measured. Everybody needs these. I don’t care how good you are, make sure you have fitting ones.” He waits for everyone to choose their gear.

“These go in a locker. Within reasonable limits, I want you to care for your gear. If you need repairs, though, talk to me.”

"Attendance is required. You can't learn if you aren't here *regularly*. If you aren't going to be here, don't waste my time and yours. Detention will be assessed for every unexcused absence."

“For this class, we go a unit at a time, starting with hand to hand. We’ll do a bit of fencing later in the semester, and knife fighting, provided people are interested, with practice weapons.”

“First part of the class goes over technique. Second part is open sparring. If you like, you can stay on late for the second part to go longer. The TA position is still open. If you are interested, talk to me after class. I’ll select one or two TAs depending on the skill levels of those applying.”

“Start off with stretching and warming up. If you have your own routine for that, I want to see it. If you don’t, raise a hand.”

OOC: Please note that I have a stiff schedule, and I understand that you might also. I leave posts open for at least two days for attendance.

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The teacher stays late.

Angel hung back after class was over. "Hi. Uh - glad to meet you, finally."

"Glad to meet you too." He raises an eyebrow. It's not an unfriendly look. "You have some time available? I'd like to talk with you."

"Yeah, this is my last class of the day," Angel said. "Wanted to talk to you too. Wasn't sure how you wanted to handle the vampire thing."

"You want to talk here, in my office, or at the Perk?"

"I'm good with here or your office," Angel said. He gave a half-grin. "No time like the present, right? 'sides, I kept you waiting long enough."

"Office then. Consider yourself invited if you need it." He gestures for Angel to follow him to the office. He has a wooden desk, well polished, not too imposing, and several overstuffed comfy chairs. A prominent first aid kit has a place on one bookshelf, with several rolls of tape and Ace bandages. He has a fire extinguisher behind the door, oddly enough. "Have a seat." For his part, he chooses a chair not behind the desk.

"Not unless you live here, but thank you," Angel said, with geniune appreciation. "Not many would invite me in without getting to know me better first. Or without knowing me that well at all, I guess."

"We're on campus. I'm less worried about violence here. Given that Bristow let you back in, and what I've heard about the soul, I'm less worried than I might be in general anyway. Which is a large part of what I want to talk to you about. How are you doing with all this?" His eyes are dark, assessing, and oddly kind. Not accusing.

(OOC, I'm assuming MacLeod would, as faculty, be able to get at least some info on the situation.)

Angel blinked with surprise. Normally people asked him questions that were variations on a theme of "Where the hell do you get off asking for another chance?" This was a new one for him.

"Um. Okay. I guess. Trying to take it one day at a time. Trying to do what I can to not be what I was."

Some of it was sincere, some of it was a bit rehearsed from having to say the words so often. But it was all true and Angel figured it was a place to start to see where Duncan was going.

[ooc: Yep. As a teacher feel free to have Duncan know as much as you want. I figure it's in his perm. record. BTW, would Angel be able to tell from scent/heartbeat that Duncan's not a normal human?]

(Not sure. I think heartbeat would be the same, not sure about scent.) Duncan nods. "That's the hard part, and a day at a time is the best you can do." That sounds decidedly like experience rather than platitude.

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