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Adventuring!, Thursday, Period 3

For the last class, like the first, the Danger Shop was set up to look like Ye Old-Timey Fantasy Tavern, because Hardison did love him some tropes, and 'getting an adventure hook in a tavern' was one of the oldest.

"I'm looking for some adventurers!" an old man announced a few minutes after class began. "A small band of the most brave and stalwart! Monsters have moved into the cave system nearby the village and are terrorizing our outlying farms! There's gold and treasure in it for anyone who can make our town safe again!"

Once the old man sat back down, Hardison stood up. "That's your final, class," he said. "You can work alone, though it might be easier to go in a group or somethin'. Head to the caves, defeat some monsters, an' enjoy the sweet reward of treasure." And a good grade, but whatever. "So figure out what class you wanna be from the ones we went over this session, decide who you're gonna team up with, if anyone, an' enjoy your taste of fantasy adventure!"

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"Yeah, I could see where that could go hella wrong," Hardison said quickly. "I ain't about to let my best TA get spattered across the pavement. Man, I'd have to break another one it, catch her up to speed about cool stuff, alla that. Nah, lemme talk to the principal or whatever an' we'll get you hooked up, a'ight?"

Raven grinned. "That'd be so swell. It's a little embarrassing to be able to turn into a falcon and not know if I've got it right enough to actually take off."

Somewhere on campus, Kathy was holding up a book on anatomy and physiology and didn't really know why. BUT SHE COULD PROBABLY GUESS.

"That's somethin' else we could probably get the Danger Shop to do," Hardison suggested. "Get a buncha different birds so you could study 'em from all angles. Even look at 'em layer by layer so you can figure out how to shape stuff or whatever. But, like, I dunno about you, but I ain't never gotten close enough to a falcon to see exactly how it flies or nothin'."

"I've never been that close to an elephant, either," Raven said. "But I do okay as one of those." She shrugged. "I don't really know how all this works. But watching birds move and getting to imitate them somewhere that I can't go splat would be great."

Hardison pulled out his phone and quickly typed out a message. "There," he said, hitting the send button with his thumb. "I just sent an email to the administration. Soon as they hit me back, I'll let you know."

Raven smiled thankfully. "You're the best. Let me know if I can do anything in return?"

"You can learn how to fly an' be even more awesome," Hardison said. "Like I said, I ain't about to have to go to the trouble of trainin' a whole new TA replacement."

Beat.

"Though if you think you can convince Eliot to wear a kilt sometime..."

"I don't even know Eliot," Raven said. "But if you want me to look like him in a kilt and take pictures to use as blackmail, I could probably do that."

"Uhh...blackmail is definitely not what I had in mind."

"Encouragement, then? 'Here, Eliot, look how hot you'd be. Give it a shot.'"

Hardison chuckled. "I'm lovin' it. Excellent plan. More than worth me sendin' an email to administration."

"Do you have a picture of him? I want to make sure I'm accurate. And what sort of kilt would you like?"

Hardison pulled up his phone and starting flipping through his pictures of Eliot, most of which were candids. Because Eliot didn't pose for pictures. And...whoooa, yeah, definitely not sharing those with a student. Or anyone. "Yo, how's this one?"

"Ooo," Raven said, taking a good look. "You've got taste, definitely. Do you have any full body pictures? So I can get his build? Since you want the kilt and all."

Hardison coughed a little, glad he couldn't really blush. "I, uhh, might got somethin' like that." Yeah, he had to keep flipping through his pictures. Got to one, grinned, then coughed and kept flipping. "Uhhh, this one?"

"Life goals," Raven muttered under her breath, then nodded, looked back up at Hardison, and shifted.

"How's this?"

She wasn't growly enough. And she was a couple inches too tall. But other than that, it was as spot on as usual.

"You're gonna have to drop to about 5'8," Hardison said with a small grin. "And sound a lot angrier. Kinda growl a little. And try to sound a bit Southern. And kinda grumpy about it."

"About being southern? Charming." Raven shook her head and shrank down a little. "I'll worry about the voice if you decide to do video, but otherwise, I think it's probably not too important. So. What're you thinking by way of kilt?"

"Uhhh..." Hardison wasn't sure. "You know, whatever? He looks good in gray, blue, an' black? Or a Utilikit?"

Look, he hadn't put a lot of thought into it beyond 'Eliot in a kilt.'

Raven had no idea what a 'utilikilt' was, so she just went with the only kilt image she had in her head that wasn't 'catholic school girl'.

"Okay, how's this?"

"...I, uhh, well, you know, I gotta, uhh, with the--" He coughed into his fist. "I mean, yeah, that's fine. That works. I have to--you can be Raven again now, it's cool."

Raven looked down at herself, then looked back up, shaking her hair out of her eyes. "You don't wanna take a picture?"

"Right, right," Hardison said, fumbling with his phone. "Yeah, I'mma--I'mma just take that now. Good call."

He snapped several quick pictures.

"A'ight, no, to make this hilarious--pose. Eliot hates posin' for pictures."

"What, like a pin-up girl?" Raven looked around, propped one foot up on a bench, then twisted to look back at Hardison over her shoulder. "Get a fan in here and we can a whole photoshoot."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, I'm pretty sure there's some kinda rule about takin' cheesecake shots of my student when she's impersonatin' my boyfriend," Hardison said quickly. "I just mead, deliberately look at the camera. Smile. Acknowledge it's existence. That kinda thing."

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