Yamanaka Ino (
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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!
Aaany minute now.
Re: Go through your baskets!
"What's got your attention the most?" Ino asked, wandering over when it became clear that Aloy was too intrigued by the basket to answer.
Re: Go through your baskets!
She held up a decapitated Oreo.
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Ino was not wrong.
"But with imagination I bet you could do more with 'em than that." She could think of several things right now. "What would you do with 'em?"
Re: Go through your baskets!
She held her fingers up to smell the paste. "Strange scent," she added. "It could probably overpower something else."
Her fingers slid up to the little metal triangle by her ear. "I can't tell if there's anything in it that would be useful some other way," she admitted.
Please don't try to make a toothpaste bomb, Aloy.