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fandomhigh2018-07-03 05:45 am
intraspective) wrote in fandomhigh2018-07-03 05:45 am
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Sabotage, Infiltration, and Blowing Shit Up | 2nd Period | Tuesday
“This is weird as shit,” Ino said brightly, sitting on the desk at the front of the class, her legs crossed. She was wearing a blue suit, and had her obnoxiously long blonde hair piled on the desk behind her. Observant students might notice that her hair wasn’t actually touching the desk but rather floating about an inch above it.. “I’m a teacher, wow. Hey, minions! I’m Iris! Welcome to Sabotage, Infiltration, and Blowing Shit Up!”
"Yeah, you got old somewhere in there," the obnoxious redhead who didn't seem to know how to button up his shirt all the way drawled. "Life from this side of the classroom ain't all that bad, yo." He nodded at the students. "I'm Reno. We're here to teach you how to infiltrate and sabotage shit. Or blow it up. Also fun."
That was very useful, Reno, thank you.
“Shut your trap, old man,” Ino said, without missing a beat. “I’m fresh as a daisy. Anyway, since we’re so nice and stuff, we’re going to do the boring crap and then the fun crap all in one day, aren’t we nice? First up, introductions! You--go!”
"Name and somethin' you blew up sometime," Reno added, helpfully. "Bonus points if it was somethin' fun."
Points were not a thing in this class. Until they were.
They were totally a thing and were definitely going to be part of the final. Hush hush.
Once all the cute, wee minions had finished introductions, Ino beamed at them. “Okay, so you lot aren’t entirely hopeless, but we can get your skills up to where hopeless ain’t a word in your vocabulary. So now… now it’s the fun stuff. We got baskets for you all. Come up and get them.”
With a snap of her fingers the jutsu hiding the neat row of baskets faded.
“Your activity for the day,” Ino said, “is to tell us how the things in the basket can be used to sabotage people.”
"Come up with somethin' good and we'll let you keep what's in there, yo."
They were going to do that anyway.
Shhh, don’t tell!
"Yeah, you got old somewhere in there," the obnoxious redhead who didn't seem to know how to button up his shirt all the way drawled. "Life from this side of the classroom ain't all that bad, yo." He nodded at the students. "I'm Reno. We're here to teach you how to infiltrate and sabotage shit. Or blow it up. Also fun."
That was very useful, Reno, thank you.
“Shut your trap, old man,” Ino said, without missing a beat. “I’m fresh as a daisy. Anyway, since we’re so nice and stuff, we’re going to do the boring crap and then the fun crap all in one day, aren’t we nice? First up, introductions! You--go!”
"Name and somethin' you blew up sometime," Reno added, helpfully. "Bonus points if it was somethin' fun."
Points were not a thing in this class. Until they were.
They were totally a thing and were definitely going to be part of the final. Hush hush.
Once all the cute, wee minions had finished introductions, Ino beamed at them. “Okay, so you lot aren’t entirely hopeless, but we can get your skills up to where hopeless ain’t a word in your vocabulary. So now… now it’s the fun stuff. We got baskets for you all. Come up and get them.”
With a snap of her fingers the jutsu hiding the neat row of baskets faded.
“Your activity for the day,” Ino said, “is to tell us how the things in the basket can be used to sabotage people.”
"Come up with somethin' good and we'll let you keep what's in there, yo."
They were going to do that anyway.
Shhh, don’t tell!
Re: Go through your baskets!
"Ain't seein' nothin' in that that can't be used on other things than humans either," she said mildly. "Maybe you just gotta get a bit more creative."
Re: Go through your baskets!
Honestly, certain Boov would probably enjoy that.
Re: Go through your baskets!
"They got electrical equipment? Somethin' you can fuck up with bubblegum or water? This shit's great for pranks against humans-and-humanoids, but half this class is gonna be about workin' with what you got to get the job done. Improvisin'. We included human food because humans are what we know, yo. Wouldn't do no good to make assumptions about species we have no idea about, either. Big multiverse, big universe, and it's impossible to cover everything we don't know on top of what we do."
For example: What the flying fuck was a Boov?
Re: Go through your baskets!
"Hush," Tip told him, then looked back at Reno. "I mean, I've worked with less. But yeah, I've gone up against enemies who have ships made entirely out of cloned organic material. Of course, those were the guys we attacked with weaponized cats, so . . . hey, maybe they're allergic to sugar, too."
Re: Go through your baskets!
Ino shrugged. "Ain't got to be allergic to thing to be a way to cause them a helluva a bad time," she said lightly. "Like I said, imagination is key to these baskets. Just lookin' at 'em and taking them at face value ain't gonna be a fun time for anyone."