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Practical Life Skills, 3rd Period - Thursday

It was almost the end of the week. Which meant that the whole introduction thing was almost over.

Almost, but not quite. But at least this class was different in that it was inexplicably set up in a tavern. One of the teachers might have screwed up the controls of the danger shop.

"Hail and well met!" Magnus said brightly.

Was it really screwing up when it was a totally awesome tavern? "It's too late to change classes," Cara added. "You're stuck learning practical life skills with us."

So much punching was in your future, kids!

"We've got, like, so much advice to give," Magnus promised. "Advice like: the best way to become a professional wrestler, how to hide a body from the cops, how to avoid being dragged into the afterlife for maybe dying a few dozen times..."

He looked at Cara, waiting for more super important topics.

Cara wasn't even questioning Magnus's examples by now. "How to recognise the best tools to solve a problem." And why it was usually your fists.

"So, let's get this started," Magnus said. "Name and one problem you wanna solve. Should we have another thing in there?"

"How good they are at punching." They were going to be judging you anyway, but it'd be nice to know where to start.

"Yeah! That one." Best teachers ever, right?

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You know you've missed those initiative rolls!

Wayne, 17

Elisabeth, 4

Illyana, 13

Shuri, 11

Theron 'chance cubes hate me' Shan, 3

And how everyone in it was just one person doing a slightly different voice.

Wayne was sitting on one of the barstools, facing the teachers with his arms cross and a look on his face that made it clear that sitting in a tavern and a greeting like hail and well met did not exactly match up with his expected idea of what came along with practical life skills.

Not unless that practical life skill was just sittin' around a bar and drinking.

...actually, y'wanna know what? That sounded like just about the most practical thing he'd come across at this school yet.

So now Wayne was looking around to see if he could get that fake bartender to get him a nice bottle of fake Puppers.

Elisabeth was uncertain if the friendliness from Monday was going to hold outside of a breakfast situation, but hell if she wasn't going to wave at Wayne anyway.

Wayne noticed the wave from Elisabeth, turned his head a moment to check and see if she might've just been waving to someone behind him. Since there wasn't really anyone behind him, though, he turned his head back and gave her a firm nod in acknowledgement.

He'd have offered a greeting, too, but it seemed impolite to talk in class.

Even if that class was bein' held right now in a tavern.

Elisabeth didn't know much about the etiquette of classes that took place in taverns, but she was happy enough with the nod. Back home, most of the other apprentices wouldn't have done that much, unless Katrien was there to glare them into politeness.

So with another friendly nod in his direction, Elisabeth turned back to her lunch, tucking into her food with neat enthusiasm.

In Austermeer, taverns were generally a place to meet and socialize and eat dinner out, since there were rarely anything so fancy as restaurants, at least out in the hinterlands of Summershall.

So Elisabeth saw nothing wrong with ordering a small beer and a hearty chicken platter, figuring that was lunch neatly sorted.

...She was going to be so disappointed when she realized it was all fake. The wonder of the illusion was going to pale in light of the lack of a proper (and free) lunch.

Name, a problem you want to,solve, punching skills.

"M'Wayne," he started, with a nod, before his brow furrowed a little, his face squinted a little, as he thought of the rest of it. After all, when it came to problems, there were almost too many to choose from to use as an example in class.

"Y'wanna know what?" he said, once he finally decided on something. "Y'wanna know what I think's a problem, a problem that needs fixin'?"

And he paused, but whether that pause was for dramatic effect or just fitting into the natural stilted cadence of his usual speech patterns, the world may never know.

"Kids."

Boy, he fuckin' hated kids, let him tell ya...

And that was it. Just kids. Because, after a second to let that one marinate, he was picking it right back up.

"I know it's impolite to brag and all," he added, his tone going more pleasantly conversational, at least for Wayne, "but, oh, I'd say I can hold my own with throwing a few punches or two. I didn't exactly come by bein' the Toughest Guy in Letterkenny by jus' sittin' on my hands all day, I can tell you that much."

"Hi, Wayne!" Magnus chimed in like this was AA or something. "Okay, I don't think we can solve the kid problem our usual way because that's not cool."

Wayne seemed to take a long moment to consider just what to say to that and, in the end, just sort of came out with a slightly grumbling, mostly uncomfortable sort of "That's unfortunate..."

"I mean. It's frowned on pretty hard. We don't even act that mean with Ango and he's this super annoying boy detective." That they still loved, but it was fun to mess with the DM.

Wayne seemed to think about this a little bit more, with a little grumble that made it pretty clear that the phrase annoying boy detective seemed particularly odious.

"Can we at least agree that the real problem with kids these days is....sitting. They're doin' too much of it, and it make' em soft. It's no wonder so many kids are failin' school, jus' sittin' around all day. Stand up, Yer not doing nothin'."

Said Wayne.

Who was sitting.

Magnus totally looked at him and his seat. And then a little more at him and his seat. You know. In case he was missing something here.

"I'm Elisabeth Scrivener," Elisabeth said when it was her turn, quickly finishing up the last of her lunch. "A problem I'm trying to solve back home is getting rid of Warden Finch. And as for punching...well, I know my way around a sword better, but I know how to throw a proper one? And I'm pretty strong from chores. And I have good reach."

Being over six feet tall helped.

"Is Warden Finch a bad guy? Because that's something we can totally work on," Magnus said.

"I mean, he's no sorcerer," Elisabeth said, wrinkling her nose. "But he's mean. And he's always skulking around being mean to apprentices. And he hits hard. I don't know if he's a bad guy, exactly? But he's definitely not a good guy."

Magnus narrowed his eyes at the 'hits hard' comment. "Oh, I'm scrunchin' for a punchin' now."

"Scrunchin'" Elisabeth asked, confused.

"Illyana. I am better with a staff or sword, but I know how to punch if needed. My problem is being here," Strange, "--which cannot be solved by punching."

"Illyananana," Magnus attempted. Then tried it again with just as many extra vowels tossed in there. Then just gave up before offering a hand to high-five. "Hey, same boat!"

Illyana winced slightly at the mangling of her name. "You can call me Rasputin, that's fine," she sighed.

She was, however, going to leave him hanging on the high-five with a blank look. In her defense, no one had done that since she was six.

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Magnus just nodded to himself, completeong that high-five... with himself.

"But then I'm just gonna sing that song incessantly. Fair warning."

"Song?" Illyana, no, don't encourage him.

Illyana, do encourage him.

"You know, Ra-ra-Rasputin. Russia's greatest love machine," he sang. Badly.

Illyana shrugged. "I have no idea what you're talking about," she confessed. "--I had a very sheltered childhood."

It was true! She was very sheltered from pop culture! Just not, you know, demons.

"Are you Amish? Is it an Amish thing?" Demons, Amish... Pretty close, right?

"What's an Amish?" That'd be a no, sorry.

"I'm Shuri," Shuri said with a dorky little wave. "I want to make more strides in clean energy technology--" because that's a normal problem for 16 year olds to tackle, "--and I can punch people. I prefer using a weapon, though."

"Oh, you're a nerd," Magnus said like this was totally new information. "It's really good for you to be in this class so you can punch... with a weapon."

Who fit in here super well.

Cara was about five minutes off picking a barfight. Because of course she was.

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