04 | action, training center

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[It had been way too long since Cissie had last stepped in here. Between classes and her recovering from her subsequent mental breakdown, it just hadn't been worth the effort! Plus, she hadn't even been trained in this world's "proper" weapons. Apparently, the very idea of using arrows and a bow in battle was old-fashioned? And she needed to upgrade to a Blaster Edge?

It'd taken Cissie a while to wrap her head around that notion, so she'd borrowed a Blaster Edge (and a manual!) from the WTR classroom and created a make-shift target range in a corner of the Center.

Although she's not very good at using a Blaster Edge, one's gotta give her points for trying. Just incase, she's kept her bow and arrows nearby. Training so far looks pretty good---

Except she aimed a little too far and shot a nearby (and ridiculously tall and thick) tree with her Blaster Edge. Multiple times. Cissie groans, watching the tree topple over before the Blaster Edge's projectile returns to her.] Maybe I should give this thing a rest for today.

Set them free!

[eiusumbra]

[Shadow is walking around Garden, trying to lose track of the kittens that are constantly following him at his feet. They were Maria's, and with her gone, he doesn't want to keep them. At all. The kittens feel otherwise.

So much scowling going on.

The kittens sometimes get distracted and trip over their own paws, but do a damn good job of keeping up.]

[Action] Home Ec, you poor bastards...

[kitchenfistfirechaosstyle]

[Whether on Monday or Tuesday, the Home Ec classrooms are shut and locked. A note instructs students to go to the new basement classrooms.]

[Of course, students aren't normally allowed in the basement, but hey, the note's pretty clear.]

[Taking the elevator down and following the signs leads to an ominous sense of heat before it leads to the door. Opening that door makes it worse, as waves of heat and an absolutely delicious scent of thick stew pour out of a two-story tall pot dominating a kitchen that appears to have come from hell itself.]

[Rows of desks line up before a chalkboard. As the bell rings, the classroom... still has no teacher. The students are welcome to look around, talk amongst themselves, and wonder what's going on for all of a minute -- WHEN SUDDENLY--]

KiiiiiiiYAH!

[A sun shines brilliantly in the heavens (even though they're indoors), silhouetting the figure of the Home Ec. teacher as he descends from above! With a crash, Mr. Champloo lands in the middle of the floor, then rises and points at the class.]

Kitchen Fist Fire Chaos Style! I, your Home Economics teacher, appear by the name of... Champloo!

[At once, every stove burner in the room bursts into flame.]

You all have embraced the path of cooking! And some other things covered in this class that are much less important. I warn you, the path of cooking is not for the faint of heart! You must have strength! You must have passion! You must be prepared to risk your life in the pursuit of the perfect dish! From this day forward you are students of the High Heat style of cooking!