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fandomhigh2018-07-31 07:21 am
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Sabotage, Infiltration, and Blowing Shit Up, Tuesday, Period 2
Ino was thoroughly vexed today. With everyone. Including her co-teacher. She stood at the front of the class, her arms crossed over her chest, and her eyes narrowed.
“You all suck,” she announced. Yes, yes she was including Reno in that. “You all fail as minions, though not as hard as Reno’s failing at life.”
Hmph.
Reno, for his part, actually looked marginally more unkempt than his usual, his suit clearly slept in and his ponytail hanging more or less loose. He didn't seem to care one way or the other, just shrugging his shoulders as he leaned back against the teachers' desk.
"I ain't got no clue why you all suck, for the record," he drawled. "Which I was told is exactly the reason you do, yo. I ain't gonna pretend that makes any friggin' sense, so carry on doin' whatever you're doin'."
He was singularly unhelpful, this week. But at least he was here, this time.
Because he'd been dragged to class.
She’d been one determined Rookie that morning, dammit.
“Under the pretence if gettin’ shit done this week, since someone’s gotta do something,” Ino said, with a glare at Reno, “we’re gonna teach you minions how to sabotage properly. You don’t like it, get out. This ain’t gonna give two shits ‘bout what hurts what.”
Ino never had been really good at caring about that anyway.
"If you're goin' in for the sabotage," Reno noted, sounding distinctly bored, "you probably wanna lay some hurt down, yo. That's where the other parts of our class might or might not come in handy. Most sabotage involves some kinda infiltration, after all. It don't necessarily involve explosions, but, shit, that part's fun."
He didn't have a bias, shut up.
Eh. She’d give him that one.
“Layin’ on the hurt is a good way to sabotage someone. Not ‘cause causin’ pain is awesome, though if you’re into that, I ain’t judgin’, but ‘cause it’s one giant distraction. Even if you’re good at workin’ through bein’ hurt yourself, it’ll slow you down. It’ll divert your attention from whatever else is going on. If you’ve infiltrated a place and got caught, sabotaging the enemy efforts by hurtin’ ‘em is always a smart thing to do, so long as you ain’t going to be at higher risk of getting caught.” Ino rolled her shoulders. “Now, despite all that, we ain’t settin’ you all up to be injured today--the school board frowns on that, no matter how temptin’ it is--so, we’ve got somethin’ else in mind.”
"See," Reno said, "there are different ways to lay on the hurt. You don't gonna take somethin' out on someone fist to fist to make 'em sorry they weren't keepin' their eyes open. Sometimes, sabotage is as simple as breakin' their pencil sharpener before a test or tyin' someone's shoes together when they ain't lookin' or spray paintin' their computer monitor black."
Not that he'd ever done any of those things to Tseng while bored, honest.
Reno, she had photographic proof of some of those pranks.
“Since you all suck,” no, Ino wasn’t going to quit harping on that, “we’re going to start as simple as fuck today. You guys get to list five simple ways you could sabotage your roommates. If you don’t got a roommate, sabotage your next door neighbour. Then, before next week, pull off one of the ways you come up with. If you do, you’ll get ice cream or some other treat you like. Reno’s buying.”
"... Yeah, we didn't agree on that before class," Reno muttered, snapping his fingers and then pointing one at Ino. "Sabotage."
Hee.
[OOC: Open!]
“You all suck,” she announced. Yes, yes she was including Reno in that. “You all fail as minions, though not as hard as Reno’s failing at life.”
Hmph.
Reno, for his part, actually looked marginally more unkempt than his usual, his suit clearly slept in and his ponytail hanging more or less loose. He didn't seem to care one way or the other, just shrugging his shoulders as he leaned back against the teachers' desk.
"I ain't got no clue why you all suck, for the record," he drawled. "Which I was told is exactly the reason you do, yo. I ain't gonna pretend that makes any friggin' sense, so carry on doin' whatever you're doin'."
He was singularly unhelpful, this week. But at least he was here, this time.
Because he'd been dragged to class.
She’d been one determined Rookie that morning, dammit.
“Under the pretence if gettin’ shit done this week, since someone’s gotta do something,” Ino said, with a glare at Reno, “we’re gonna teach you minions how to sabotage properly. You don’t like it, get out. This ain’t gonna give two shits ‘bout what hurts what.”
Ino never had been really good at caring about that anyway.
"If you're goin' in for the sabotage," Reno noted, sounding distinctly bored, "you probably wanna lay some hurt down, yo. That's where the other parts of our class might or might not come in handy. Most sabotage involves some kinda infiltration, after all. It don't necessarily involve explosions, but, shit, that part's fun."
He didn't have a bias, shut up.
Eh. She’d give him that one.
“Layin’ on the hurt is a good way to sabotage someone. Not ‘cause causin’ pain is awesome, though if you’re into that, I ain’t judgin’, but ‘cause it’s one giant distraction. Even if you’re good at workin’ through bein’ hurt yourself, it’ll slow you down. It’ll divert your attention from whatever else is going on. If you’ve infiltrated a place and got caught, sabotaging the enemy efforts by hurtin’ ‘em is always a smart thing to do, so long as you ain’t going to be at higher risk of getting caught.” Ino rolled her shoulders. “Now, despite all that, we ain’t settin’ you all up to be injured today--the school board frowns on that, no matter how temptin’ it is--so, we’ve got somethin’ else in mind.”
"See," Reno said, "there are different ways to lay on the hurt. You don't gonna take somethin' out on someone fist to fist to make 'em sorry they weren't keepin' their eyes open. Sometimes, sabotage is as simple as breakin' their pencil sharpener before a test or tyin' someone's shoes together when they ain't lookin' or spray paintin' their computer monitor black."
Not that he'd ever done any of those things to Tseng while bored, honest.
Reno, she had photographic proof of some of those pranks.
“Since you all suck,” no, Ino wasn’t going to quit harping on that, “we’re going to start as simple as fuck today. You guys get to list five simple ways you could sabotage your roommates. If you don’t got a roommate, sabotage your next door neighbour. Then, before next week, pull off one of the ways you come up with. If you do, you’ll get ice cream or some other treat you like. Reno’s buying.”
"... Yeah, we didn't agree on that before class," Reno muttered, snapping his fingers and then pointing one at Ino. "Sabotage."
Hee.
[OOC: Open!]
Sign In!
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Lecture!
Re: Lecture!
her player was sickYang had perfect beach weather and a tan to work on. A girl had Priorities, okay?Besides, it'd be more fun to nail Reno with her Plan -- that she had actually come up with, thanks -- once Ino wasn't expecting it either, or any eavesdropping squirrels. Something something long game moment of least resistance. Yang was pretty sure she'd gotten that lecture from Qrow more than once.
Sabotage!
Re: Sabotage!
"Best ways to sabotage a neighbor? Air vents, though you gotta make sure whatever you're doing doesn't backfire into your room, and you might be able to bribe the squirrels to carry something through the duct system. Something under the door; notes from a 'secret admirer,' stinky cheese, whatever. Depending on where the room is, you have entry through the windows, so access isn't hard. Or you can just write creepy things on them at night, make 'em think they're haunted."
Yang shrugged a shoulder. "I've got a baby sister and an uncle who think pranks are the best. It's really gonna depend on your target on what you're gonna do and how you're gonna go about it."
Talk to the Teachers!
Re: Talk to the Teachers!
Under duress.
He probably could use a change of clothes and some mouthwash. Bleh.
Re: Talk to the Teachers!
The fact that at least part of her judginess was her pretending she wasn't concerned about Reno was new. New and unwelcome.
But she was here, and likely more helpful than Reno was going to be today.
OOC!