Girls with Guns, Wednesday, After Classes

[findingelena]

"This is our last week together," Elena said. "So we're dispensing with all those silly rules about not pointing your weapons at each other, and not having them be loaded, and so on. This week, they're fully loaded, and it's war. Shoot each other like the crazed people you are."

This would probably sound ominous, if not downright insane if Elena

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Battle Royale Free-For-All Carnage Fest

[findingelena]

... okay, maybe not carnage. They were Nerf weapons, after all.

Please do not let this stop you from play-acting out whatever dire injuries you may get, up to and including fake deaths that Shakespeare himself would be proud of. Bonus points if you get back up again five seconds later.

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[anarchist_queen]

A shield spell was one thing, but Leda rejected the idea of tricking him with a glamour.

Instead she inched towards him, pushing a box in front of her as cover.

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[inthereflexes]

For some reason, Jack didn't notice the box. Huh. He must be a Metal Gear guard. He reloaded again, hiding behind a box.

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[anarchist_queen]

The box moved closer as Leda strained to hear any sound from Jack that might give away his position.

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[inthereflexes]

Jack leaped to his feat with a battlecry, shooting anything that moved.

....so he hit nothing but shadows. Good move, Jack.

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[anarchist_queen]

Ah, there he was. The moment the shooting stopped, Leda popped up and opened fire.

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[inthereflexes]

And Jack was hit. A lot. "Hey! No fair!" He stuck his tongue out at her and threw a dart.

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[inthereflexes]

Jack picked up a six-shot pistol and a handful of extra darts that he stuck into his jeans pockets for backup...and then he saw the bandolier.

Ah, the hell with it.

He picked up another and slipped the pistol into his waistband at the small of his back.

Jack was ready.