fandomhigh | Detention: January 28th

The Tick entered the Danger Shop, carrying some coffees and with Lockheed trailing behind. The shop had been programmed to look just like his classroom because he was prepared to inflict the deepest punishment he could think to inflict upon a person; he was going to lecture them today.

As the students filed in, The Tick pointed them towards the sign-in sheet.

Samuel Throgmorten Anders
Archibald Kennedy
Alphonse Elric
Edward Elric
Togusa
Charles Kawalsky

Once everyone was in and seated, he began to speak.

"Hello, students. You kids have either earned - or in your case, Togusa, had the bad luck to be randomly selected - your time here today. I have coffee, notebooks, and pens for you today. I'm going to lecture you this morning, and then after lunch, you'll be expected to write about what you heard. I'd suggest taking good notes so your essays shine."

[OOC: During the lectures take notes, pass notes (although you will get caught at a certain point), ask questions afterwards, whatever. Lockheed may mock you. There will be a short essay at the end of detention. And the fact that there are no threads after Lunch right now? Means absolutely nothing, really. As for timeframe... well, who can predict these things, really? You'll know when it's over.]

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Kawalsky froze. Um, not literally, because it didn't hit him, but it came close. He would've heard the whizzing noise as it sped past his ear. Once the immediate danger was gone, he scowled. "Your aim sucks!" He pulled off his jacket and tucked it around Archie. It wouldn't do much, but there wasn't much else he could do. "Stay down."

The twoheaded snowman (the only one left since most of its compatriots had been dealt with - but there were the two alien-looking snowmen that just entered, also, for those keeping score at home) flexed its bark muscles and gave a "come get some" gesture.

Kawalsky tilted his head. He was about to fight a snowman. He shrugged. Better than zombies. K grabbed one of the chairs and started to use it like a lion tamer. Only here, he was Charles Kawalsky, fierce evil-animate-snowman tamer extrordinaire. He edged towards the snowman, biding his time.

The evil snow monster rolled its coal eyes and retrieved some throwing icicles from within its chest. It hurled one at Kawalsky.

He tried to totally deflect it, but the angle was off. The icicle ricocheted off the chair and left a sizeable slice across his bicep. The surprise from it was enough to make him lose his grip on the chair with that hand.

Kawalsky used the other hand to hurl the chair at the snowman, although not with as much force as he would have liked.

In a nifty move, the snowman widened itself enough that a gaping, roughly chair-sized hole appeared in its midsection, allowing the chair to pass through. Except it didn't, because Kawalsky didn't throw it hard enough. It clattered and skidded right through the snowmans bottom, send all three sections in different directions.

Kawalsky looked smug, even though he shouldn't have been smug about a weak-ass throw like that.

But hey, whatever works.

The snowman's detached arms grasped feebly at the carrot, as if trying to attach some significance to it. Then the hand fell... silenced. Whatever the carrot's wonders were, they were not for the snow monster any longer.

Kawalsky snatched up the carrot and put it in his pocket. It was a memento of a great and glorious battle with a snowman. Plus, he might get hungry later.

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