The Streets of Fandom, Friday Afternoon

[puppy_fair]

"Alright, guys!" Zack's arms were crossed over his chest as he looked around the streets. Handwavey Messages had been left on the phones of anybody who had exchanged numbers at past Reserve meetings, Martial or Magic, and people had been told to bring whatever they needed in order to go zombie-fish hunting. "This is kind of like the time we had

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[weetuskenraider]

This, Tahiri thought, would be a lot easier if she had a working lightsaber, but making do with her gaderffii and blaster wasn't too bad, all things considered. Target practice, plus she could hear Corran telling her now she shouldn't rely too heavily on her lightsaber anyway so she might as well use this as a learning experience.

"I can't decide," she remarked out loud, picking off a piranha with a nicely placed blaster bolt, "if this is more or less disgusting than alligators vomiting up goldfish."

[momslilassassin]

"More," Ben declared, making a face. "Kriffing zombies."

[weetuskenraider]

"Killing them twice is a pain, isn't it?" A splattery pain, too; don't ask how disgusting it was when Tahiri pinned a piranha to the ground with the spiked-hook end of her gaderffii. "It's just where they're flying on their own, and not being spit out of some smelly lizard's mouth . . ."

[momslilassassin]

Ben ducked as one whizzed at his head. "That one had the element of weirdness going for it," he said. "This is just...smelly."

[momslilassassin]

"What a fun way to spend a Friday!" Ben commented, turning fish into little bitty fish with his lightsaber.

Sadly, he was complete sincere.

[glacial_witch]

"That is not sarcasm," Karla noted, using witchfire to blast a few of the creatures out of the sky. "I can't help but note, that is not sarcasm."

[momslilassassin]

Ben grinned at her. "Movies in the common room get boring," he said.

[glacial_witch]

"Movies in the common room don't try to eat your face," Karla couldn't help but point out.

[kestrelswolf]

Firekeeper had opted for her bow today. It was longer range than her sword, and besides that she was better with it.

Blind Seer, meanwhile, was leaping at the fish and tearing them apart with fangs and claws.

"He is upset they is not very good eating," Firekeeper commented. Truth be told, she was a little disappointed too.

[momslilassassin]

"Too many bones, too undead, or both?" Ben asked.

[kestrelswolf]

"Both," Firekeeper made a face. "The way he jump back after he taste, I don't think cooking would help much."

[momslilassassin]

"Yeah, I'm not thinking this will end in a campfire full of dinner," he agreed. His boots slid a little bit as he stepped in fish goo. "This is gross."

[onlymistaken]

A standard defence blaster was probably not the ideal weapon for taking out swarms of tiny, deadly things, but it would do, and more to the point, it was what Cally had.

"Are these things actually native to Earth?" she asked as the field of her weapon brought down a handful of them.

When they stilled, flopped, then took to the air again, she was suddenly a bit too busy to ask the follow-up question: What in the names of the five remaining gods are they?

[glacial_witch]

"I don't think so?" Karla said, using witchfire to thin out some of the reanimated piranhas. "I'm not from this world, either, but going by everyone's reactions, they're just as surprising to everyone."

[onlymistaken]

"How are they even breathing?" Because that was the important question. Right. Not what did you just do there, and what world has powers like that? "Forget I asked," she added as one dove for her face, functional gill-slits less impressive than teeth.

[glacial_witch]

"I'd suggest bringing a few home and letting our more scientifically-inclined friends take a crack at them, but..." This time, she let fly with several bolts of Sapphire power. "...My curiosity draws the line at things that reanimate."

[brat_inslayage]

The fish were fast flyers; this was so not a crossbow kind of day, or Kennedy would be dinner five times before she had a chance to reload.

It was a good day to test out the singularly obsessive strength-training regimen she'd put herself on with the goal of being able to use her birthday sword in situations like this, though.

So yes, that would be Kennedy out there with a giant honking broadsword in both hands, more than happy to hack away at schools of flying, bitey fish, but finding that it was still enough of an effort that she didn't have time for all those witty school quips that came to mind.

Bah.