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It took a little while to make in the danger shop, but there was very large gashapon machine at the head of the class and one super excited teacher. At least one. Magnus couldn't speak for Cara, that would be rude.

"Equipment day, equipment day!" he said, totally trying to make that a thing. Would it catch on? Eh.

If Cara was ever visibly excited, the class should probably be worried. She did looked vaguely pleased though. Which meant they should probably worry a little anyway. "While ideally you should be able to fight naked with whatever come to hand, there's no denying that good equipment makes it a lot easier. Of course, that requires getting good equipment."

"Which you can buy, loot, or steal," Magnus said. "Ooooor you can try the wheel of fate, Istus herself! Well. Kinda. I'm an emissary of her and I helped with this, so it might have some divine stuff on it."

And that was good, right? Right.

"Right," Cara said slowly. "Though the downside of trying your luck is you might get worse gear than the person next to you with no way to remedy that." Well, no way that she could get away with suggesting.

Because they were adults who were setting a good example for the class. And not people who gleefully looted shit.

"So, step right up and let's see what you get! If you don't like it, you can always try selling it at the Fantasy Costco," Magnus suggested. Because they were safe from creepy warlocks asking for blood there. Also because they couldn't flat out suggest other methods.

Because it would be wrong to steal your classmates' sweet, sweet loot.

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"No, no, no. No?" He consulted the notes for a moment. "No. That one is not cursed."

But others might be.

Summer narrowed her eyes, because that did not sound convincing. But she put it on, shifting a little to get it to fit right, and had to admit, it felt pretty sweet to have a helm. And just as she was about to ask if anyone had a mirror so she could see how it looked on her, the helm piped up, "It looks great! So you!"

And she laughed, mostly out of relief, but encouragement was always nice. "Man," she said, "now I'm going to have to find some sweet matching armor, too!"

"You will look so fabulous!"

"Ohmygod, I know, right? Thanks, helm! We are going to accessorize the shit out of this ensemble!"

And now she was pumped, because adventuring was cool, but adventuring and fashion? Hell yeah.

"Hell yeah, boost your AC!"

Magnus, no.

"What even is AC?" Summer asked.

Air Conditioning? Actual Coverage? Awesone Clothes? Whatever it was, she hoped it was good, since she apparently now had +1 of it.

"Armor class," Magnus replied promptly. "How much the stuff you're wearing keeps you from getting stabbed."

And, really, that actually could make sense in a real conversation, even if it seemed a little...arbitrary to denote that sort of thing. Summer rolled her eyes up toward her helm, tapped it like stabbing. She nodded, then looked down to the rest of her unarmored self.

"Yeah, definitely need to find a set. Nine out of ten, most people aren't going to go all stabby toward the head first. But for that plus-one person, I'm all good, I guess."

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