Fandom High Dormitories

Instead of three reserve leaders today, there were only two: Kennedy, Zack, and... well, the cookies didn’t count in Jak’s place, no. There were also some practice weapons from the salle arranged near the snacks, though hopefully no one was going to try and eat those or there were going to be words, probably from that short girl standing up front.

“Hey, everybody,” Kennedy greeted everybody when they’d assembled, and her slight scowl was at least partly due to some jealousy she’d never admit to that someone got actual missions to go on. (Be glad she’d taken most of it out on her Watcher on the phone, just before the meeting.) “So since we’re all here to make sure we’re ready to fight when it comes down to it-- at least, I assume that’s why you’re all here otherwise you might wanna rethink your afternoon plans-- I’m hoping this means you guys are all keeping up with your training during the rest of the week.”

God, Kennedy. Lighten up about it a little.

“But since we’re all here, and going through drills and stuff isn’t quite the same as actually getting into it, and the invasion I ordered is out of stock-- kidding,” she added, just in case, “you guys get to square off against each other today. Hand to hand, weapons, your call. Or if you wanna go up against me or Zack, that’s cool too. Just don’t do anything stupid.”

Which was usually more of a Jak line, but someone had to say it.

Zack, who also hadn’t had a mission since... since April and he was trying very hard not to think about that fact, thank you, just smiled (which was mandatory for Zack), placed his hands on his hips (which was typical of Zack at things like this), and nodded (because he could).

“The clinic is that way,” he nodded toward town, “if you get carried away, but you all know by now that I really prefer you don’t get carried away. I have potions, too, if it comes to that.” Insert obligatory 99 potions joke here. “You probably won’t get the opportunity to stretch and properly warm up before an actual invasion hits, I understand that, but I’d really appreciate it if you guys could do that, here. So!” He moved his hands to his hips, and he grinned a little more brightly. “Get to it, guys! Show us what it is you’re made of!”

...

“Carefully.”

[OCD coming up and this post is open!]

The Reserves members had been handwavily notified that they would be meeting in the Danger Shop, since a combat exercise was the agenda of the day. Kennedy, for one, looked far too excited about this.

And she wouldn't be the only one! Zack was doing an admirable effort to keep from bouncing on his toes as he looked out over the reservists who had gathered.

( Hey, Guys! )

[Open!]

"Hey, guys," said Zack once people seemed more or less assembled for today's reserves meeting. "Since we're working on getting involved in some more in-depth exercises in the future, I thought that maybe keeping it simple today would be for the best. You more or less know one another by now, I think, but do you know how the other people here in the group work?" He grinned a bit, and then shrugged. "Unarmed sparring. Grab a partner and go at it. Don't do anything to seriously hurt your partner, though. I want to see you going for grabs and holds and light contact, but not force. We want our crew in one piece, here. And if someone does get hurt, come see me. I have potions, or else I can help haul your butt to the clinic."

The look that he was wearing was one of those very serious looks that suggested that he would be very displeased if it came down to hauling anyone's butt to the clinic, okay. And considering the bouncy puppy that he was a semester ago, it probably seemed all the more severe if you happened to know Zack.

"Before we get started, I want to announce the other two leaders who will be stepping up to help me lead the group. Jak and Kennedy both have some excellent ideas about further training exercises, and they've both agreed to take leadership roles here, and so if you see them be sure to give them a pat on the back, or at least a little respect, okay?"

Whatever your idea of respect was.

[Open!]

"We did well this past weekend in warding off the gremlins." Even if Arthur'd been asleep for... well, less time than he was starting to blow it up into being, but he was frustrated. Anyway. "But we can do better. We have shared out our phone numbers - and if you haven't, yet, please leave it in the middle - but when an invasion catches us this early in the morning, we're still left scrambling. I want some of you to serve as points of contact for other students, I want all of you to see about getting a warning out or something like it if you are caught outside the dorms."

"Today's activity is going to be simple," Zack added, crossing his arms over his chest and smiling. "Figure out these points of contact that we have to work on, talk about what it is we can do to make sure that people aren't getting caught out in this stuff without warning. And," he smiled a little, his expression wry, "suggest ways that we could have handled this last invasion better. They won't always party themselves to death."

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