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The Danger Shop did not look anything like what the class should have come to expect from these two. Instead it looked like a construction site. One without any workers, and were the tools kept doing the same motions over and over again.

There was also a sign that read 'Pobody's nerfect!'. The sign had a fist sized hole in it.

"So, the shop is apparently doing some updates and timed it right for when we wanted to teach," Magnus said, trying to place himself between Cara and the sign to prevent more bloodshed. "Which isn't great. Not something we planned on happening at all."

The particulars of which they'd been arguing right up until the updated started and that sign appeared. But united fronts and all that. "So we're going to have to improvise today. Let that be a lesson in itself."

Because they came from different canons in regards to the permanence of death. "Bob and weave," Magnus added cheerfully. "You never know what life's gonna throw at you, so always stay ready. We could... make sure to go through our inventories! Sometimes you forget what you have and then never end up using it when the situation calls for it."

Or because one of them had unresolved trauma from their own teenage experiences with temporary death as a teaching tool. Shut up, Cara's narrative. "In which case you deserve whatever happens." Someone was a judgemental pants today.

"Sooo... let's do that. And we still have leftover Cheerwine. Not sure why, I didn't even buy it." Because ya'll were from West Virginia, buddy. "But it's pretty good."

"If you say so," Judgeypants.

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What have you go in your pocketses, precious?

And how can it be useful in a fight?

Since Summer was wearing her armor and her helm which didn't exactly have pockets, she didn't have much, especially since she wasn't exactly expecting to need anything for class.

"I have my phone," she said, holding it out, because of course she did, even without pockets, she'd always have her phone. "I guess I could use that to call 911. Google stuff about whatever situation we're in. Use the hologram feature in hopes that the enemies get just as distracted by cute puppy videos as I do..."

Look, Peebee wasn't going to be the one who ended up toting around absurd quantities of random metals and weapon modifications and assorted mechanical components looted out of things that in no way looked like containers.

She was going to be very . . . discerning about what of those things she picked up, because pockets weren't actually high on her wardrobe priority list. And wheedle Ryder into getting the rest for her. Besides, traveling light was all part of her Thing, you know?

"I have my omni-tool?" she offered, shrugging, and powered up the glowing orange light interface wrapped around her left forearm. "This one can't make omni-blades, but there's all kinds of little things I can get it to fabricate anyway. Caltrops and such, maybe, that comes to mind. Field repairs. Pretty handy." Especially since she'd, uh, liberated a newer and fancier model on the back-home leg of her disappearing act last semester.

Like no, seriously. You could 3-D print on that thing. Even if it was basically made of light.

"Well, I'm wearing my gauntlets," Yang pointed out, and with the subtlest movement of her wrists the golden bracelets extended out fully, moving up and out to cover her hands and arms. "I've got my scroll in my pocket, which is kinda the same as your phones, but has more capabilities like interactive holograms, and I can summon my personal 'case' from orbit, which usually has more ammo and other Hunter gear."

"Otherwise, I got a pack of gum, my wallet, and a lot of 'ambient teenage aggression' to burn off."

Uma had some food in her pockets, her ugly performance hat, some sand, and a fist-sized rock. She didn't have a whole lot of possessions to begin with. And her mother's magic seashell necklace, but that wasn't in her pocket and no one had asked about accessories.

"The hat might make somebody recoil for a second or two," she snarked. "The sand is for me to throw in someone's eyes if I need to and the rock is to chuck at someone's head."

No, seriously, that was why she was carrying them.

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