Behind the Dorms, Tuesday Afternoon
"Today, we're going to be speaking a bit more on the various invasions we've handled these past few years," Arthur began, "And for that purpose, I've invited Reno over to cover the ones he suffered through that most of you didn't." You know. FYI. He crossed his arms. "Many of us remember the vampires," he continued, "Slightly less of us remember the zombies. Fandom likes to keep us on our toes by bringing different kinds of invaders to our shores. Next week, at a yet to be specified time, we will commence a battle drill to practice. This week, we study the past one last time."
He nodded at his compatriots.
Reno gave a quick nod before stepping up to the fore to share his... wealth of experience. Yes.
"Looks like I missed a few invasions since the time I graduated, yo," Reno offered, looking around the group with a quirk of a grin. "But the ones I do remember, they weren't no more pleasant than what you rookies got under your belts. Some of you might even remember the zombies, yo. Some kinda Voodoo psycho got onto the island and raised a bunch'a the dead, who proceeded to go around makin' a whole lot more of us... well. Dead." A beat. "Dead ain't no fun." Thank you for that, Reno. "Important thing to remember there was that they had strength in numbers, an' they didn't go down, no matter how many arms and legs they dropped, yo. An' knowin' it could'a been temporary, nobody was about to go choppin' off the heads of people they knew while they were still alive."
Somewhere nearby, Zack maybe even cringed a little before Reno pushed on.
"There were harpies, but they were pretty straightforward. They flew, you hit 'em, they went down. Worst issue there was the mess, yo. But before them, there were stone angels. I dunno if any of you saw 'em out in the preserve, playin' ring-around-the-rosie. If you ever get it in your heads to break their eye contact, somehow, through the magical shield that a bunch'a Fandomites put up, they'll come after you, when you ain't lookin', and send you somewhere, somewhen else. Don't sound so bad, until you realize you ain't never gonna see anyone you love again. Don't sound bad, until you watch somebody blow one of the statues to bits, an' then it puts itself back together. We got rid of 'em by leadin' 'em on. Walkin' backwards with our eyes wide open, in pairs. Blinkin' on command. I see some terrifyin' shit, folks, but not a hell of a lot was worse than the sight of one of them with their teeth all up in my face when all I wanted was to fuckin' blink, yo."
No. Really.
"Last one I'm gonna talk about was the time our own Vice Principal tried to take over the island. Tried to turn it into a personal paradise for himself. An' when the Vice Principal is Hades, we're talkin' Hell." The underworld. Same thing. "The island was flooded with monsters. Griffins and minotaurs an' shit, I didn't even know what the hell a centaur was until it was tryin' to stomp my face in. Trouble with Hades was that he knew the island. Took a bunch'a people captive an' took 'em down into his catacombs and stuck 'em all in their worst wakin' nightmares. So, not only did we have monsters rippin' the shit outta the island above, we had to actually take a group down, into his doman, to save our own, yo. Ever try to fight a God?"
He crossed his arms over his chest. "So. Sharin' time, kids. How would you have dealt with any of these invasions? How would you prepare for somethin' like that? Let's get some of them bright ideas out, or, if you were here for any of 'em, let's hear how they could'a been dealt with better. Because hindsight is always twenty-friggin-twenty."
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He nodded at his compatriots.
Reno gave a quick nod before stepping up to the fore to share his... wealth of experience. Yes.
"Looks like I missed a few invasions since the time I graduated, yo," Reno offered, looking around the group with a quirk of a grin. "But the ones I do remember, they weren't no more pleasant than what you rookies got under your belts. Some of you might even remember the zombies, yo. Some kinda Voodoo psycho got onto the island and raised a bunch'a the dead, who proceeded to go around makin' a whole lot more of us... well. Dead." A beat. "Dead ain't no fun." Thank you for that, Reno. "Important thing to remember there was that they had strength in numbers, an' they didn't go down, no matter how many arms and legs they dropped, yo. An' knowin' it could'a been temporary, nobody was about to go choppin' off the heads of people they knew while they were still alive."
Somewhere nearby, Zack maybe even cringed a little before Reno pushed on.
"There were harpies, but they were pretty straightforward. They flew, you hit 'em, they went down. Worst issue there was the mess, yo. But before them, there were stone angels. I dunno if any of you saw 'em out in the preserve, playin' ring-around-the-rosie. If you ever get it in your heads to break their eye contact, somehow, through the magical shield that a bunch'a Fandomites put up, they'll come after you, when you ain't lookin', and send you somewhere, somewhen else. Don't sound so bad, until you realize you ain't never gonna see anyone you love again. Don't sound bad, until you watch somebody blow one of the statues to bits, an' then it puts itself back together. We got rid of 'em by leadin' 'em on. Walkin' backwards with our eyes wide open, in pairs. Blinkin' on command. I see some terrifyin' shit, folks, but not a hell of a lot was worse than the sight of one of them with their teeth all up in my face when all I wanted was to fuckin' blink, yo."
No. Really.
"Last one I'm gonna talk about was the time our own Vice Principal tried to take over the island. Tried to turn it into a personal paradise for himself. An' when the Vice Principal is Hades, we're talkin' Hell." The underworld. Same thing. "The island was flooded with monsters. Griffins and minotaurs an' shit, I didn't even know what the hell a centaur was until it was tryin' to stomp my face in. Trouble with Hades was that he knew the island. Took a bunch'a people captive an' took 'em down into his catacombs and stuck 'em all in their worst wakin' nightmares. So, not only did we have monsters rippin' the shit outta the island above, we had to actually take a group down, into his doman, to save our own, yo. Ever try to fight a God?"
He crossed his arms over his chest. "So. Sharin' time, kids. How would you have dealt with any of these invasions? How would you prepare for somethin' like that? Let's get some of them bright ideas out, or, if you were here for any of 'em, let's hear how they could'a been dealt with better. Because hindsight is always twenty-friggin-twenty."
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