Self Defense, Thursday, Period One

[suitably_heroic]

This week around, the Danger Shop had been set up to resemble Fandom. Hey, the sim was in the system, might as well make as much use of it as possible, right?

Atton himself came stomping in more or less on time. "Okay," he yelled, "I had an entire conversation with my mirror this morning that was about as embarrassing as it was traumatizing, which means the island is being a--" ...string of mean Twi'lekki words, apparently, "--and I don't want to deal with it because all of my defense mechanisms are built on a network of carefully constructed lies."

Beat.

"Ugh."

He slapped a blaster onto a table of other blasters.

"So, instead of starting off with the fighting moves I had planned, today, we're shooting things. Silently. Grab one, grab a friend, work on your reflexes."

He pointed at Sparkle. "You, come see me after class, I have something for you. Don't ask questions. That's good advice for everyone here today, actually."

He smashed his fist down on a red button and not entirely realistic-looking monsters suddenly spawned all over town. There.

Comments

Re: Pair Up Or Go Out Alone

[not_a_moonie]

"We're supposed to be working on our reflexes," Alana reasoned. "Flight is a reflex. And besides, shooting at stupid cat blobs because our teacher is too pissy to teach today feels like a waste of time."

Re: Pair Up Or Go Out Alone

[theheadkid.livejournal.com]

"Then, let's go," Travis said, lowering his gun and stepping back. "Nothing wrong with practicing the reflex called running. Be a good way to stay in shape too."

Re: Pair Up Or Go Out Alone

[not_a_moonie]

"You're trying to justify it but I don't mind," Alana informed him. She took another, better shot at the cat blob, trying to put it out of commission, and then took off.

She had decent reflexes, as it happened.