fandomhigh | Problem Solving and You!, Thursday, Period 3

The danger shop was set up to look like ye older tavern that your teachers might look more at home in, with a good number of NPC patrons milling about.

"Hail and well met, students!" Magnus said, picking up one of the chairs. Maybe to inspect the make of it.

Cara also picked up a chair, definitely not to examine the fine carpentry. "Normally this is where there'd be introductions." Because she'd been here for far too many first weeks by now. "But that's kind of boring."

Most people didn't react to boredom by flinging a chair into a packed crowd of very surly looking NPCs (including NPCakin, oh how we'd missed you and your terrible hair), Cara.

"Bar fight!" Magnus cheered, immediately changing his grip on the chair to use as a weapon. With bonuses because carpenter/fighter.

Aw yeah.

Cara might have pointed out that none of the class should've been surprised by this. Not even the newbies, the class description had not been subtle. But she'd flung herself after her chair by now.

Have fun kids.

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You know you want to punch NPCakin.

...Sidon's Thursday class was going to be very, very different this semester, yes, though at least he'd still get plenty of cuddly animals at work.

For now, though? Well, he was seven and a half feet of pure, solid swimmer's muscle over here. A few punches and chairs...and tables, even!...weren't going to phase him much. He was hardly going to pass on the chance to get a few punches in himself, which managed to take a few more tables out of commission, really, but he was mostly looking around, hoping to perhaps help as shield for anyone who might not be quite so...durable against flying chairs. Play to your strengths, right?

Right!

Tip was . . . unused to unarmed combat. And not in the habit of bringing a weapon to class.

She ducked low, crawling under a table while she looked for something she could use. Her kingdom for a broom closet. . . .

Keyleth had ~~rolled really well on her perception check and~~ spotted Tip hiding under the table, going back and forth on one of her runs to get noncombatants out of the way.

As soon as she got a chance to head back in that direction she trotted over, still in her dog form, holding a broken table leg in her mouth and wagging her tail eagerly.

"Um," Tip said. "Hi, puppy. Kind of a bad time to play fetch."

She wasn't trying to play! She was trying to -- oh right, people here weren't as likely to be able to communicate with her in this form, were they?

Keyleth let out a gruff little bark around the table leg in her mouth, shook her head, and dropped it in front of Tip before sitting down and looking at her with an expression that was distinctly more person-like than canine.

The mole on the back of Tip's head flashed purple at that bark, but it was going to need way more input from a canine trying to communicate before it could actually start translating.

Fortunately, that expression spoke volumes. "Okay, are you part of the hologram program, or are you a student?"

Keyleth's ears drooped a bit at the first part of the question, but she perked up visibly upon being asked if she was a student, and barked once, happily. One of the Danger Shop's programmed brawlers came a little too close, and she snapped at their ankle before looking back at Tip and nudging the table leg further in her direction.

"And you got me a weapon," Tip realized, and a smile spread over her face. "Thanks! I'm Tip. Aaaand I guess proper introductions will have to wait until there isn't a simulated bar brawl happening, huh."

Did dogs usually nod? In any case, that head bob had quite the resemblance to a humanoid gesture, and Keyleth's tail was wagging in excitement.

She barked twice, as if to say "Go get 'em!"

Yeah, punching things? Not Keyleth’s strong point. At all.

This probably would have been a good opportunity to see if she could figure out more practical applications for her spells, but she had expected to be going over problem solving techniques, not — well, whatever this was, which she’d have known if she’d read the class description more thoroughly.

So no, she would not be punching things. Instead, there was a very large dog running around the tavern, trying to herd helpless-looking bystanders out of the way and maybe keeping some of aggressors off her classmates so they wouldn’t get too overwhelmed. See? Helping!

"Oh my god, a doggo," Magnus said the moment Keyleth stopped being human shaped. He punched a nearby NPC without looking so he could skip on over to check this out. Possibly with petting.

Unless that was weird. It was weird, right? BUT HE WANTED A PUPPER SO BAD, YOU GUYS.

Was that weird? Probably no more so than trying to pet a strange satyr you had literally just met in the Feywild, just to see if his fur was as soft as it looked.

. . . so no, not weird at all! Really!

Okay, maybe a little weird. Keyleth had just finished chasing off a couple of drunken NPC roughs when she spotted Magnus, and promptly sat down and tilted her head at him in the universal dog gesture for "Bwuh?"

Yeah, but did she hug a Bugbear? Because that was the true test of 'wrong time to pet'.

"That's so cute," Magnus said, sitting down criss-cross applesauce to plant himself right in front of her. "Why can't Merle turn into a dog? It'd be so much better if he did."

And then he could CONTINUE to be a shitty cleric.

He’d have to multiclass and take at least two levels in druid first! Or get access to polymorph somehow.

Keyleth had no idea who he was talking about, but she had to bark happily, because aww, compliments!

(She probably would try to hug a Bugbear if the situation ever came up.)

Theron didn't know if it was so much 'want to' as 'couldn't resist the opportunity'.

This was gonna make class awkward tomorrow.

"BAR FIGHT!" Yang hollered at the top of her lungs, right before she turned around and cold-clocked the nearest ~~NPC~~ bystander.

The class barbarian was in the house, and ready to rage.

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