The Absolutely Fantastic Fight Club

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-Spawn

IC: "Oh. Well, that sucks." she said with a shrug.

"Now could we please actually return to class? I wanna learn how to alchemise stuff."

IC:

Dorian dispensed of all the trash that they had created from their feast and took his seat besides Emily.

I want everyone to pretend we've been in here the whole time.

"And now," the teacher's voice said, "we can learn the three ways to make low-grade napalm."

Gasoline mixed with either frozen orange juice, stirred kitty litter, or diet cola. This means Em and I can chill for the next couple minutes.

OOC: Dorian you pyro you.

-Spawn

IC: "Aw, dammit." Claire muttered, seeing the look of unbridled glee on Jolek's face as his pencil practically flew over the paper, in the most detailed, fleshed out notes he'd ever written.

She took notes of her own, but was sure that Jolek had the far more thorough version.

"Excited?" she asked with a small laugh.

"Hells yeah."

IC: "I think we'd love to, sir." Jolek said, an equally wide grin on his face as he stood.

Oh boy, here we go.

IC: Jolek nodded.

"So, uh...any particular way we should go about this?"

IC: "Yeah, I knew about that part." Jolek said with a laugh, poking the mixture investigationally.

Oh, this is gonna be good.

IC: "On three." Jolek confirmed, with a nod and a manic grin of his own.

IC: Claire, acting quickly, plugged her ears--

Just in time to be spared from most of the deafening BOOM that rocked the classroom, audible all over the school.

Jolek glanced up over the ash-encrusted desk they had turned into an impromptu blast shield. The container was...well, gone, for the most part, only the torn metal base was left, the rest having embedded itself in either the walls or the overturned desk.

"Awesome."

IC: "Marvelously done, if I do say so myself. Of course, vaulting over desk like that did help our normally kind of subpar style points. All in all, a good show, you might say."

As the rest of the class joined Em in excited laughing and chatting, Claire breathed a small sigh of relief. Those two, although seemingly idiotic at times, had the foresight to use the nearest desk as a shield for the rest of the class, and placed it up front, close enough to take the brunt of the blast.

"Crazy bastards." she said with a chuckle.

IC: Jolek gave him a blank look.

"Did you seriously just say that?" he asked, in an extremely deadpan voice.

IC: "True, but such usage is, frankly, ass-retarded, and is conducted by those who could be described as such." he said, sitting down.

"Seriously, you sound like an idiot when you do that." he reiterated.

IC: "No, usually you aren't, thus justifying my need to point that out. Feel free to use the expression, I was merely stating my opinion and reasons." Jolek said, matter-of-factly.

IC: "Advanced Swordplay & Close-Quarters Combat here." Jolek said.

"They have that?" Claire asked, eyeing the blade on Jolek's back.

He caught the meaning and replied, "Yeah, we usually just use wooden blades. Y'know, like kendoists use a Bokken to practice instead of an actual Katana? It's like that, although there is a much wider selection of swords available."

"Uh..."

"Look, we aren't going to actually cut eachother up, don't worry. Me 'n' Mag both do this on a regular basis, we know. I've heard we're gonna be learning a spell that puts some sorta force field thingy around our swords so we can practice, and neither hurt eachother nor damage the blades."

"Okay... Well, I've got Phys Ed next."

"Ah, so we'll be sharing the field. Cool."