fandomhigh | Archery Workshop #6, 6/27, Danger Shop, Afternoon

As the students enter the Danger Shop, they will find that it is set up very differently from previous sessions. However, the set-up, a rough-looking part of an old town, may seem familiar to some of the students. The scenery is entirely in black and white, as are the students themselves. Ain't technology grand?

Miho stands next to a blackboard, looking alert and almost...cheerful. Unlike in previous sessions, she has a quiver of arrows at her back and a strung bow in hand. The blackboard says, ARM YOURSELVES. The students will find that their bows are standard, but the arrows in their quivers have been modified with spongey tips soaked in red ink. Also available are white cover-alls to protect clothing, should the students so choose. Once everyone is armed and/or dressed, Miho flips the blackboard over.

DODGING AND SITUATIONAL AWARENESS
1. Get to the other end of the street without getting hit anywhere vital.
2. If you get hit somewhere vital, you are Out.
2a. I am optimistically pretending you know what constitutes 'vital.'
3. If you are not trying to the best of your ability, you are fair game for the teacher.
3a. Actually, you are fair game for the teacher no matter what.
4. If you get to the other end of the street, there are brownies.
5. Yes, your targets are one another.
6. You may pick up and use spent arrows to replenish your ammunition.
7. Good luck.

By the time the students finish reading this list, Miho will have vanished to her preferred vantage point on the roof.

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"No, I don't. But around here, that doesn't mean anything," she said remembering Parker's hallucinations when the mummies were around. "Who is she? What does she want?"

"She...she's a witch," Bel said, staring at Claire. "A witch that I..." Long hair wrapped around his fist, head pulled back, blade at her throat. He flinched at the memory. "A witch that I killed."

"Oh," Isabel said quietly. "What do you want to do?"

"I want her to go away!" Bel exclaimed. "I want her to leave me alone." He glared at Claire.

"I told you I can't," Claire said. "Not unless you promise to remember."

"Then we'll do research," Isabel offered. "Figure out a way to make her go."

"Know anything about vanquishing ghosts?" Bel muttered. Her sad but defiant eyes held his as he placed the athame against her skin. He shuddered.

"Personally? No," she said, resting her hand on his shoulder in sympathy. "But around here, I'm sure there's someone that knows. I can ask around if you want me to."

"No one can help you," Claire told Bel matter-of-factly. "It's up to you."

Bel nodded shakily. "Yes. Please. I don't want to see her anymore." Blood on the blade, blood on his hands. Blood spraying on his chest and face.

"I will," she promised. "We'll find an answer and we'll make her leave. Until then..." Isabel voice trailed off, not sure what to say.

Claire folded her arms over her chest in a class pose that indicated she wasn't going anywhere.

"I didn't have a choice!" Bel exclaimed. "I didn't want to. I had to."

Isabel sighed. "Come on," she said, trying to get Bel's attention. "Just...try to ignore her. Focus on me. What do you want to talk about? Aren't you in Anakin's class? Are you going on the trip to his planet?"

Her body at his feet, eyes wide with a sightless stare. "Trip? Yeah, to Coruscant," he said. "Maybe I'll see Padme. She used to be one of the teachers here."

"Really?" Isabel asked. "Is she the one that kept getting tossed into the lake by the trees?"

Bel grinned despite himself. "Yeah, I think that happened a few times. Anakin had the hots for her."

"Did he?" Isabel asked. "He never mentioned that part." Relieved at the grin, Isabel smiled. "I'm still made at him because he let my boyfriend get turned into a hedgehog."

"I used to love to drive him nuts by flirting with Padme," Bel said, smirking. "He couldn't stand it."

It was easy, sliding the athame across her throat. He did it fast. He should've done it slowly, savoring it.

"Why's that?" Isabel asked.

Bel shrugged. "Guess he's just possessive."

Which made a sort of sense so Isabel nodded. "Testosterone," she sighed. "He and Greg got all manly at each other at the music fair. Which was amusing considering Greg was still a wee hedgehog at the time."

"You can pretend I'm not here," Claire said quietly, "but I'm not going to go away. Not until you remember."

Bel spun around. "Shut up!" he snarled. "Leave me alone."