Archery Workshop #1, 5/23, Danger Shop, Afternoon

[deadly_little]

As the students entered the Danger Shop, set up like a standard classroom for today, they were greeted by a diminutive, black-and-white Japanese girl in a silk robe, perched on a corner of the teacher's desk munching on a chocolate chip cookie. Next to her were a stack of handouts, a sign-in sheet, and a tray of assorted cookies from Jeff, God of Biscuits.

Written on the board behind the desk was, Sign in. Take a handout and a cookie. Direct any questions to the instructor. Behave. Or else.

Miho studied her students with a critical eye, trying to determine which of them were most likely to shoot one of their classmates by accident or try to take more than one cookie.

Comments

Re: Talk Amongst Yourselves

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

I thought you lived dangerously, Winchester.

Re: Talk Amongst Yourselves

[likethegun]

You know, if I get skewered, it's totally going to be your fault.

Re: Talk Amongst Yourselves

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Why? It's not like I'm the one shooting you. Not today, anyway.

Re: Talk Amongst Yourselves

[likethegun]

Oh, so you have plans to shoot me in the future? That's good to know in advance.

Re: Talk Amongst Yourselves

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Plans? No. But accidents happen.

Re: Talk Amongst Yourselves

[likethegun]

Okay, I'll be shooting faaaar away from you then. I wouldn't want to have to accidentally retaliate and shoot you back.

Re: Talk Amongst Yourselves

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

I don't think it's an accident if it's retaliation. Just saying.

Re: Talk Amongst Yourselves

[likethegun]

Hmm. You seem to have found the flaw in my plan. Curse you and your logic!

Re: Talk Amongst Yourselves

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn started snickering, and glanced over at Miho. Hopefully she wasn't about to get ninja'd.