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fandomhigh2016-06-21 08:04 am
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Off The Grid: Laying Low for Beginners, Tuesday, Period Two
"So," Kanan looked fairly casual as he leaned back against the wall of the Danger Shop, "I guess we're done here? That was quick and relatively painless."
Relatively. It could probably have been worse. He'd come up with some way how if you gave him enough time.
"I'm going to keep this week's lecture short, mostly so we can actually work. Over the past few weeks, we've talked a lot about keeping your head down, avoiding notice, being ready to run and start over somewhere else if need be. Over the past few weeks, I've learned that some of you would much rather fight than run. Hell, the time I asked you to list the most important thing to grab before taking off, only one of you decided that money was more important than a gun or some other weapon." Yes, Merrill, he was counting your staff as a weapon. "So, this week, I'm going to let you all blow off some steam."
The room flickered and shifted, and then they were all standing in a deep, swampy forest. Off in the distance, something made a noise, not quite a roar, not quite a scream, but it was definitely something hungry.
At the students' feet, there was a pile of sharpened sticks, that bounced and jittered every time that roaring something took a step. Through the trees, something massive was visibly approaching, easily as tall as any of the buildings in town, and looking a little bit like the most unpleasant possible cross between a bear and a potato.
"This week, you're going to survive a rancor, however you possibly can. Only rule is 'no outside weapons.' Go nuts."
Yeah, class, your teacher was an asshole.
Relatively. It could probably have been worse. He'd come up with some way how if you gave him enough time.
"I'm going to keep this week's lecture short, mostly so we can actually work. Over the past few weeks, we've talked a lot about keeping your head down, avoiding notice, being ready to run and start over somewhere else if need be. Over the past few weeks, I've learned that some of you would much rather fight than run. Hell, the time I asked you to list the most important thing to grab before taking off, only one of you decided that money was more important than a gun or some other weapon." Yes, Merrill, he was counting your staff as a weapon. "So, this week, I'm going to let you all blow off some steam."
The room flickered and shifted, and then they were all standing in a deep, swampy forest. Off in the distance, something made a noise, not quite a roar, not quite a scream, but it was definitely something hungry.
At the students' feet, there was a pile of sharpened sticks, that bounced and jittered every time that roaring something took a step. Through the trees, something massive was visibly approaching, easily as tall as any of the buildings in town, and looking a little bit like the most unpleasant possible cross between a bear and a potato.
"This week, you're going to survive a rancor, however you possibly can. Only rule is 'no outside weapons.' Go nuts."
Yeah, class, your teacher was an asshole.
Re: Lecture
Dante looked at the thing.
He tilted his head just slightly so he was looking at Jarrus, instead.
"Does this count as an outside weapon?" he asked, voice flat as he let Rebellion materialize briefly across his back.
It was, after all, something more of an inside weapon, considering where it usually lived.
Re: Lecture
He really didn't want to find out.
Re: Lecture
He picked up a stick and gave it a little twirl, letting it fall into his hands the way combat instinct told him how to. "Let's go fight a giant toad with pointy sticks and have ourselves a ribbiting good time."
... he'd learned a few tricks from Kanan these past few weeks, not that he'd admit it, but he still had no fleeing instincts to speak of. Oh well. Besides, in the off-chance Jarrus was lying about the safeties - which was always possible, especially considering he'd just sicced a giant angry toad on everybody - Dante wasn't going down without a fight.