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fandomhigh2019-08-20 07:13 am
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Weapons 101; Tuesday, First Period [08/20].
You know what? On second thought, Amaya decided she might have been better off having been execute on Saturday after all, because if she'd been executed, she wouldn't have to deal with facing her class this week.
The one she'd gone and forced manditory hugs on. All her work yesterday had been a nice distraction from the fact that she'd have to face her class this morning, but ever since then, she was pretty sure her palm was perminentaly attached to face. And even though she was very clearly not in her right mind at all last week, she felt that should hardly excuse her, and it was time to own up and face the music. Better make it quick, too; just hack off the limb instead of letting it fester.
"Right, then," she said, once it seemed like mostly everyone was there and it was time to start class anyway, "I think I owe you all an apology for last week, what with all the hu...all the huuu--," she cleared her throat sternly, come on, Blackstone, out with it, "all the hugs. Which is all fine and dandy if you're into that sort of thing, but, believe me, I feel as strongly as anyone that hugs should never be manditory, and, quite frankly, I'd be okay if they were abolished altogether."
For a brief moment, she shuddered, as the lingering memory of last week went and crept back up on her again, but she forged (ha!) forward all the same.
"To make it up to you," she said, gesturing at the danger shop, which hummed to life to set up the very large and elaborate armory she and Diaz had spent a good deal of time putting together last night, nearly every nook and cranny and rack stuffed with as wide a variety of weapons as they could come up with, "today, we're going to do a sort of free-for-all. Detective Diaz and I have tried to think of every weapon we could think of to make it available to you today so that you can just sort of explore and pick out things that interest you to learn about. Now, keep in mind, I'm from a world that has no proper electricity, and Detective Diaz is from what she calls 'boring ass regular Earth,' so we might be a little limited, as we don't know much about things like lightsabers or plasma guns," but she was working on it!, "but we did what we could.
"If you've got questions about what a weapon is or about the history of it," Amaya said, because she knew a lot of the students were actually paying attention during those parts and she loved it, "ask away. If you need to know how to use a weapon, we'll help you out there, too. If you just want to play around and figure it out on your own, I'm all for that, because, hey, it's the Danger Shop, right? If there's any time to try and figure out a weapon on your own, it's going to be in here. So have at it. You've got the whole class period to just sort of explore on your own and make the most out of having actual weapons at your disposal."
Amaya might not entirely feel that it fully made up for all the hugging, but it seemed like a pretty good start.
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The one she'd gone and forced manditory hugs on. All her work yesterday had been a nice distraction from the fact that she'd have to face her class this morning, but ever since then, she was pretty sure her palm was perminentaly attached to face. And even though she was very clearly not in her right mind at all last week, she felt that should hardly excuse her, and it was time to own up and face the music. Better make it quick, too; just hack off the limb instead of letting it fester.
"Right, then," she said, once it seemed like mostly everyone was there and it was time to start class anyway, "I think I owe you all an apology for last week, what with all the hu...all the huuu--," she cleared her throat sternly, come on, Blackstone, out with it, "all the hugs. Which is all fine and dandy if you're into that sort of thing, but, believe me, I feel as strongly as anyone that hugs should never be manditory, and, quite frankly, I'd be okay if they were abolished altogether."
For a brief moment, she shuddered, as the lingering memory of last week went and crept back up on her again, but she forged (ha!) forward all the same.
"To make it up to you," she said, gesturing at the danger shop, which hummed to life to set up the very large and elaborate armory she and Diaz had spent a good deal of time putting together last night, nearly every nook and cranny and rack stuffed with as wide a variety of weapons as they could come up with, "today, we're going to do a sort of free-for-all. Detective Diaz and I have tried to think of every weapon we could think of to make it available to you today so that you can just sort of explore and pick out things that interest you to learn about. Now, keep in mind, I'm from a world that has no proper electricity, and Detective Diaz is from what she calls 'boring ass regular Earth,' so we might be a little limited, as we don't know much about things like lightsabers or plasma guns," but she was working on it!, "but we did what we could.
"If you've got questions about what a weapon is or about the history of it," Amaya said, because she knew a lot of the students were actually paying attention during those parts and she loved it, "ask away. If you need to know how to use a weapon, we'll help you out there, too. If you just want to play around and figure it out on your own, I'm all for that, because, hey, it's the Danger Shop, right? If there's any time to try and figure out a weapon on your own, it's going to be in here. So have at it. You've got the whole class period to just sort of explore on your own and make the most out of having actual weapons at your disposal."
Amaya might not entirely feel that it fully made up for all the hugging, but it seemed like a pretty good start.
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Sign In - Weapons, 08/20.
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Re: Sign In - Weapons, 08/20.
Re: Sign In - Weapons, 08/20.
Listen to the Apology/Lecture - Weapons, 08/20.
...so why even try? Look! Shiny weapons!
Weapons! - Weapons, 08/20.
Go forth, play with weapons, ask about weapons, or do whatever you want. Amaya will have no qualms about it, because she is in no place to judge, she made you all hug each other last week and is a monster.
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"Alright, then," she nodded, grinning faintly. "Let's see what you've got to share about plasma guns, Vette. I know Detective Diaz has one of those now, too, so maybe you'll teach her something new about it, too."
And Amaya definitely, definitely wanted to get into more guns; after yesterday being so nice and normal, maybe she might even have a chance to this week, too!
Re: Weapons! - Weapons, 08/20.
Vette grinned a little. If she had any idea about where Diaz' own blaster had come from, she certainly wasn't letting on.
"Okay, sure! So, a lot of people call blasters laser pistols, but that's not really what they are," she chirped, settling in to start gleefully babbling about her guns. They were her babies, okay? "What they really are is an energy-rich gas converted into a glowing particle beam. At full strength, they can melt through most targets, burn clean through a person, cauterizing the wound along the way, but plenty of blasters have stun settings, too. Really, it all depends on the output you've got it set to. Some will cause bleeding instead of burning, some will do both, or even cause explosive impacts to cause more damage still. Blaster bolts - those are what we call the equivalent of bullets, here - come in different colors, that mostly just depends on what gas you've got in there and sometimes what sort of focus crystal you've stuck in there, if you've got a nice, fancy one..."
She could go on like this for a while.
Re: Weapons! - Weapons, 08/20.
Was Mae talking particularly loud right now? You bet your goddamn ass she was. You try going a week without talking when you habitually talked even to yourself.
"I CAN HOLD THINGS NOW!"
Yeah, there was that, too.
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Talk to the Teachers - Weapons, 08/20.
Re: Talk to the Teachers - Weapons, 08/20.
Zards, she hoped she didn't need to.
Re: Talk to the Teachers - Weapons, 08/20.
She was still pretty stoked for the hilarity that might ensue with giving these kids full range of a bunch of fake weapons where they couldn't even hurt themselves, though.
Maybe she shold have brought popcorn.
OOC - Weapons, 08/20.