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fandomhigh2017-08-02 07:59 pm
seveninchmotto) wrote in fandomhigh2017-08-02 07:59 pm
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Fighting and Fabulousity, Wednesday, 1st Period
"First off, apologies about last week," Isabelle began as everyone had come in. "My other job back in New York kept me away for an emergency. I have no idea what the guidance counselor showed to you ––" Sarah's note had not been very helpful. "–– but I hope it was at least fun, if nothing else."
Well, she knew how this school worked with 'sudden lack of teacher' situations.
"Anyway, now that we're all here, time to get back to business." They were in the Danger Shop once more, this time standing in a hallway in front of a giant wooden door. Next to the door, there was a table with their famliar chosen weapons from the first lesson laid out on it.
(And next to it was another table, with something else. But they'd get to that.)
Isabelle was smirking. "This time, it's time for you to kick some ass." She gestured at the door. "Through here, you'll enter a simulation where you'll face a monster. You'll be armed with only what you chose in the first class ––" Sorry, Eric! "–– but, the monster will be in proportion to whatever weapon you chose. No one's going in on a fully impossible mission." As much as that was a good lesson for some, sometimes. "However, if you still want to change your weapon, you can talk to me about it. I'll decide on a case-by-case basis."
She gestured at the table. "Now, pick up your weapons." Then she gestured at the other table. "And your feather boas."
... Yes, she said that with a straight face. And yes, there was a tableful ofmoddable! feather boas. And yes, she absolutely was going to make them wear them for this assignment.
"Now, who wants to go first?"
Well, she knew how this school worked with 'sudden lack of teacher' situations.
"Anyway, now that we're all here, time to get back to business." They were in the Danger Shop once more, this time standing in a hallway in front of a giant wooden door. Next to the door, there was a table with their famliar chosen weapons from the first lesson laid out on it.
(And next to it was another table, with something else. But they'd get to that.)
Isabelle was smirking. "This time, it's time for you to kick some ass." She gestured at the door. "Through here, you'll enter a simulation where you'll face a monster. You'll be armed with only what you chose in the first class ––" Sorry, Eric! "–– but, the monster will be in proportion to whatever weapon you chose. No one's going in on a fully impossible mission." As much as that was a good lesson for some, sometimes. "However, if you still want to change your weapon, you can talk to me about it. I'll decide on a case-by-case basis."
She gestured at the table. "Now, pick up your weapons." Then she gestured at the other table. "And your feather boas."
... Yes, she said that with a straight face. And yes, there was a tableful of
"Now, who wants to go first?"