She's a little surprised.

[random_xtras]

She didn't expect to wind up here after walking out of her bathroom, but friends have mentioned the place so she knows the drill

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[goodheadbadhead]

"Yell at them? It works for me.
"Half the time.
"Well, yes. But it works."

[random_xtras]

She shakes her head and scritches the cat's chin. "No. I'm looking for something new."

[goodheadbadhead]

"Oh, well.

"So, who is this hot-headed friend of yours?"

[random_xtras]

"A fellow student at my school."

[mind_your_elder]

Does this friend desire such help?

*The question comes from an enormous sort of bird-man, nearly twice her height.*

[random_xtras]

"Sometimes." She looks up at the being curiously but courteously and without a trace of fear or surprise. "But whether he does or doesn't it will be better for him and for the rest of us when he learns."

[mind_your_elder]

*The being considers for a moment.*

I am no warrior, but I have found that strident practice is needed to break a habit. Perhaps if you endeavored to create situations where thought before action is the likeliest successful course, and where the reflex of leaping past thought into battle is somehow punished, the practice afforded through many repetitions would help your friend to adjust the unwanted behavior.

[random_xtras]

"Well, it's a little hard to create situations on a college campus, but I understand what you're saying." She tucks her hair behind one ear and then nuzzles the cat, who purrs like small thunder.

[typeo_support]

Get that boy some D&D, stat!

(Heh, "stat"...)

[random_xtras]

"D and D?" She raises one eyebrow.

[typeo_support]

Dungeons and Dragons. It's a roleplaying game. You and some friends pretend to be fighters and wizards and stuff, fighting monsters and battling evil. If your DM--er, the person playing all the monsters and traps and things--is any good, then the players who jump straight into attack mode every time they see something are going to suffer a lot. But since it's all just a pencil-and-paper game, nobody really gets hurt. So, you learn teamwork, strategy, tactics, planning, and how to equitably divide the last slice of pizza between five people.

[random_xtras]

"Ahhh. Those games. I... don't think I could get him interested." Rachel thinks of Skylar's reaction to the games they inevitably see around the campus during breaks and shakes her head.

[dens_extra_pups]

"Get him to join a LARP group or sign him up for martial arts classes like Tae Kwon Do or Judo or Kendo...Give him something to channel his temper into..."

[random_xtras]

"...What's LARP?" Rachel lets Steeljaw down so that he can go see the girl.

[dens_extra_pups]

"Live Action Role Play...basically dressing up in costume to play a scaled-up version of Dungeons and Dragons...Hi kitty..." Den kneels down to offer scritches and pettings to Steeljaw.

[random_xtras]

"Ah." Rachel shakes her head. "Skylar's not... very interested in roll playing games."

[swindle_blitz]

"Make sure he doesn't have control of our chassis," Icy says with a faint smirk, "Though he isn't as bad as he used to be."

[random_xtras]

Rachel turns her head toward the voice, and though she showed no reaction to either a man with a disfigured face or a giant bird-alien, her face freezes at sight of the badge on the mech's chest.

"Ah... I don't understand," she says quietly, feeling Steeljaw press against her legs protectively.

[swindle_blitz]

"He's talking about me..." Hothead takes control, but only for a moment, as Random comes to the front and glees, "You have a kitty! What's his name?"

[random_xtras]

Rachel startles at the changes, her eyes widening slightly before her expression changes to pure confusion.

"Ah... Steeljaw. His name is Steeljaw."