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fandomhigh2018-01-16 06:55 am
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Creative Weaponry; Tuesday, 1st Period. [01/16].
As instructed last week, the class should be meeting Amaya in the danger shop that morning, where they'd find her waiting in a thick beautiful forest in autumn, the leaves turning russet and gold, birds in the trees singing along to the babbling of a nearby river, the occasional worrisome growl from deep within the shadows of the underbrush (that had been Amaya's favorite detail to work on). She grinned a little, nodding to each of them as they gathered, and when everyone seemed to be there for the most part, she started.
"Welcome to Daventry," she said, opening her arms to show it off a little, "or at least a pretty good approximation of it, if I do say so myself. Where I was born, where I lived before coming here, and a nice quiet hamlet not without its fair share of surprises. Come with me."
She gestured, leading them down the approximation of a path. "Now, if we're looking to nature for weapons," she spoke as they walked, 'you're getting some of the most basic, rudimentary stuff you can find. Long, long ago, many of us probably had ancestors that rooted around in the dirt for those exceptionally sharp bits of rock, for the strongest sticks, for a good piece of vine to tie it all together. Now some of you might be wondering, But Ms. Blackstone, if we were doing primitive tools from nature's own bounty today, why not just go to the Preserve?, and that'd be a fair question. And I've got a good answer..."
They'd reached a clearing, where she gestured for them to spread out a little, and, when satisfied with everyone's position, she smirked at that. "Because that's not what we're doing." And the smirk drew to a grin and she lifted her hand, where a small little device with a big red button rested in her palm. "This is."
And with the press of the button, the ground seemingly fell away from them and they seemed to have dropped down through some trap doors. They didn't really fall, she hadn't wanted anyone to get hurt, but she'd tried to make it feel like it was them rushing down into the pit, and not the pit rushing up around them. And each one of them 'fell' into a cage-like structure in a dank, smelly old cave, each door guarded by two little green dudes in strange armor. Except Amaya, who seemed way too pleased with her little flair for the dramatic.
"See, Daventry's got a real bad goblin problem," she explained, "and goblins have a real bad problem with kidnapping. And one day you might find yourself stuck behind some bars needing to get out in a hurry. Who wants to wait around for some hero or knight to bust you out? Not me. And not you guys either from what I can tell. So...how are you going to do it? Your resources are limited, but they should be workable if you get creative with it. Also, these bars," she reached over to tug on one of them, "are set to indestructible," Yang, "so that removes that element, as well.
"One more ground rule: in a situation like this in real life, sure, if you've got a knife on you or something else of that nature, which, really, you should have regardless, you could use it and it would be very helpful. However, it sort of defeats the purpose of the class, so, please, use only what's provided to you in the simulation or you will be docked points. Unless it's something really impressive and creative. Got it?
"You've got most of the class before these goblins unlock the gates to take you to your execution. Half the class to make a weapon to fend them off and bust out of here. And, yes, I know some of you could probably beat these little toadies to submissions without the help of a weapon, but for the sake of the class, play along. Bonus points if you manage to bust out early, too. I'll be here if you have any questions or need any help."
[[herecomes is the ocd]]
"Welcome to Daventry," she said, opening her arms to show it off a little, "or at least a pretty good approximation of it, if I do say so myself. Where I was born, where I lived before coming here, and a nice quiet hamlet not without its fair share of surprises. Come with me."
She gestured, leading them down the approximation of a path. "Now, if we're looking to nature for weapons," she spoke as they walked, 'you're getting some of the most basic, rudimentary stuff you can find. Long, long ago, many of us probably had ancestors that rooted around in the dirt for those exceptionally sharp bits of rock, for the strongest sticks, for a good piece of vine to tie it all together. Now some of you might be wondering, But Ms. Blackstone, if we were doing primitive tools from nature's own bounty today, why not just go to the Preserve?, and that'd be a fair question. And I've got a good answer..."
They'd reached a clearing, where she gestured for them to spread out a little, and, when satisfied with everyone's position, she smirked at that. "Because that's not what we're doing." And the smirk drew to a grin and she lifted her hand, where a small little device with a big red button rested in her palm. "This is."
And with the press of the button, the ground seemingly fell away from them and they seemed to have dropped down through some trap doors. They didn't really fall, she hadn't wanted anyone to get hurt, but she'd tried to make it feel like it was them rushing down into the pit, and not the pit rushing up around them. And each one of them 'fell' into a cage-like structure in a dank, smelly old cave, each door guarded by two little green dudes in strange armor. Except Amaya, who seemed way too pleased with her little flair for the dramatic.
"See, Daventry's got a real bad goblin problem," she explained, "and goblins have a real bad problem with kidnapping. And one day you might find yourself stuck behind some bars needing to get out in a hurry. Who wants to wait around for some hero or knight to bust you out? Not me. And not you guys either from what I can tell. So...how are you going to do it? Your resources are limited, but they should be workable if you get creative with it. Also, these bars," she reached over to tug on one of them, "are set to indestructible," Yang, "so that removes that element, as well.
"One more ground rule: in a situation like this in real life, sure, if you've got a knife on you or something else of that nature, which, really, you should have regardless, you could use it and it would be very helpful. However, it sort of defeats the purpose of the class, so, please, use only what's provided to you in the simulation or you will be docked points. Unless it's something really impressive and creative. Got it?
"You've got most of the class before these goblins unlock the gates to take you to your execution. Half the class to make a weapon to fend them off and bust out of here. And, yes, I know some of you could probably beat these little toadies to submissions without the help of a weapon, but for the sake of the class, play along. Bonus points if you manage to bust out early, too. I'll be here if you have any questions or need any help."
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Re: Test your Weapons - Weaponry - 01/16.
She lounged on the bare mattress, blanket knotted to form a sack with the cup in it as a weight, the bone spear hidden slightly to her side. She didn't bother to get up when the goblins opened her door, staying deceptively limp until they drew close enough to strike.