fandomhigh | Weapons 101; Thursday, Third Period [05/14].

All the proper emails, texts, carrier pigeons, whatever, had been sent out to let everyone in the class know that this workshop was definitely going to be a Danger Shop workshop unless otherwise noted, because, as much as both of the instructors felt it was more fun with live steel and everything, it could also get a lot messier, and none of them wanted to deal with that kind of paperwork, plus Amaya liked keeping her 'no body parts lost yet!' credentials as a teacher.

Rosa, meanwhile, was not saying anything about her own current status on that front.

Anyway! When they made it to the Danger Shop, they'd find themselves on a nice grassy knoll outside of a forest, with probably some Ren Faire bullshit going on just beyond the hills, pennants flapping in a faint breeze that sectioned off their training areas, with targets and practice dummies set up, and the two instructors standing by some tables...covered in rocks.

They'll get to that.

Amaya got things going once everyone seemed there and it was getting close to time, anyway. "Welcome to Weapons 101, everyone," she said with a nod. "For those of you a bit new to the class, this will be a very basic overview of a variety of different weapons, how they're used, how they're made, and pretty much anything else about them we find interesting. Which, fair warning, is a lot. I'm your expert in making weapons, Amaya Blackstone, and this here is our expert in using them, Rosa Diaz."

It would seem like a good spot for Rosa to either say hello or wave or even nod, but they weren't getting any of that. Maybe an inclination of her chin. That counted as a greeting, right?

"Today, since this is our first time together, what we'd like to do,"--well, what Amaya would like to do; Rosa, clearly, didn't care--"is go around and get to know who you are, what weapons you might be currently familiar or have some knowledge of using, and if there's any weapon in particular you'd like us to cover. In a sense, you'd be helping us with that, because there are a lot of different weapons we could go over, and just picking a handful for the course is not an easy task.

"So we'll go ahead and get started with you," she gestured to whoever might be standing nearby, "and we'll work our way around, and then we'll get started in on today's weapon!"

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Keep it simple, keep it short, or else Rosa might jump the gun and start throwing those rocks. Name, weapon experience, and weapons you might be curious about. GO.

"I'm Alara Kitan," Alara introduced herself, "I don't actually have any weapons experience so I guess I'm interested in learning about as many as I can,"

"A nice, clean slate, then!" said Amaya, who was far more excited about that than her coteacher seemed to be, since Amaya only really had to talk about the weapons instead of showing how to use the weapons. "You'll definitely be learning a lot in this class, then, and hopefully you'll find it useful, too. Good to have you here, Alara."

"Ah 'm Cait Sith," he said, looking around with interest at the Danger Shop's set up. "And, tae tell ye rightly, ah haven't ony experience at a' 'n' na preference fur whit we're shown?"

He'd be equally terrible at all of them.

… It wasn't his fault he was a sentient stuffed toy.

Yeah, this was going to be interesting, but at least Rosa knew that if she needed to pair anyone up, she could just stick the sentient stuffed toy with the sentient accident waiting to happen.

"Oh, good," she said, and she meant it, really, couldn't you tell by how thrilled she sounded. "More people who don't know what they're doing."

Well, yeah, Rosa, that's what classes were for, so they could learn...

Maybe she was just a little sore since she'd managed to avoid having to talk to the cat thus far, but it would be kind of hard now.

When Cait and Beaker took over the world it would be your fault, Rosa!

"Ah, weel, a'd ower trauchle ye than trauchle masell while an invasion," Cait said easily. "You signed up fur this trauchle!"

"Meep meep meep meep," Beaker began, pointing to himself, "Meep meep meep meep meep--" his hand imitated an explosion, "--mee. Meep MEEP meep meep mee--"

This could go on for a while.

"Och, goat buddy! Ye keek better whin ye'r nae bein' chased by goats!"

For that matter, Cait felt he looked better when goats weren't eating him too!

"Meep!" Beaker said excitedly, pointing out the door and vaguely towards his last class. "Meep meepmeep meeeeeeeeep!"

Yes, it was very traumatizing to be a puppy chew toy in the last class, too, Beaker, but I don't think Cait caught most of that.

He really didn't.

"Dinnae tell me," he said, looking towards the door. "There's mair goats outside?!"

"Meep," Beaker said, shaking his head. "Meep meep...woof-woof?"

"Dogs?!"

He said this like most people might say cockroaches.

"Ye'r jammy ye survived, mah mukker! 'N' cheers fur th' warning, tae, in trial they're aye thare efter this class!"

"Meep meep meep!" Beaker agreed, wiping his forehead dramatically.

Puppies were terrifying when you were made of felt.

"I'm Julius H--Quezt," he said, only stumbling over his fake name a little this time. He really needed to practice it. "Um. I've trained with weapons for most of my life? But I'm not very good with them."

What with the hating every minute of it and all.

"I guess I'm best with the sword? But I'd really rather something distant."

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