fandomhighdorms | The Preserve, Wednesday Afternoon, After Classes

There was no unusual food this time around if people worried about being attacked by pudding.

...even if pudding is delicious.

Merlin did have a few random saucers of milk spread out in case more scary little blue men arrived to steal undergarments. Or insult people in a completely un-understandable accent.

"Hello everyone! Today we'll be discussing something a bit more pertinent to the reason why this group was formed," Merlin said. "Experience in battle. Who has it and who--er--doesn't."

Very concise, right?

Karla was a little more somber today, as befitting their choice of topic, but she still had to shoot Merlin an amused look at that. "Not everyone here is a fighter. Some people's powers aren't particularly suited for combat and some people's temperaments aren't, either. Neither of those are bad things, and there will be plenty of non-fighting things to do invasion. We'll talk about those another week. But, for today, combat. How can your powers be used in a combat situation? Have you ever had to do so?"

"Even if you don't think you have any fighting powers, think if there's anything you can do that would work as a distraction long enough for someone else to attack or for you to get away," Tony said. "I mean, soap bubbles kinda suck as a weapon, but if you throw them down on a slick surface, you could make the enemy lose their footing."

Merlin nodded at that. "So please share--if you want to--any sort of experience or abilities you are willing to help others learn in case we're attacked."

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"I have no doubt as to your abilities," Raven said, giving him a smile. "But I have never trained like this before. I have always just been a healer."

That earned an almost lighthearted sort of snerk sentiment.

//I'm a musician, luv. This isn't exactly what I've been doing my entire life, either.//

[Brain is gooone and it is bedtime. SP?]

"A musician?" Raven said, interest piqued. "What type of music? You play an instrument?"

[No problem! I should be going to bed soon myself. ]

//The guitar.// Formerly guitar-and-vocals. Not so much anymore. //And while I'll listen to a pretty wide variety, I mostly only play rock and grunge.//

Mmmm, music talk.

"I am unfamiliar with many forms of music," Raven mused. "The music that was common in Azarath would be considered classical or new age. I think I recognize rock now, but I am not certain what grunge is. Will you show me some day?"

Please. Jono had to consider his reply for all of a half seco--

"Of course."

Music. Muuuusic.

"I am taking an art class so that I may learn about that," Raven said, pleased, "but until now I had not yet found someone to teach me about different forms of music."

//There's plenty to learn,// he noted, //but it's all a matter of taste, really. That's the beauty of music, really. If something doesn't work for yer, change the station on the radio. Listen around until something sounds as though it's you that it's singing to.//

"There was a day not long after I arrived here where many of us were compelled to sing," Raven mused. "At the time I was concerned because the music was evoking emotions in me that I was trying to control. But it should not be a danger at all now."

//Half the point of music is letting yerself get swept up in it,// Jono replied, tilting his head a little. //Or do yer mean yer better off handling the repercussions of those emotions, now?//

"The repercussions," Raven said. "I have been learning to recognize emotions and handle them properly rather than let them control me. I have made mistakes in the past, but I have tried to learn from them."

//Then I think easing yer through some more music might do yer a bit of good on that front, too.// Multi-purpose music lessons! //It's about mood, after all.//

"Then I would be pleased for you to be my guide," Raven said, smiling shyly.

Jono almost gave a chuckle at that, and the look on her face, and all of that.

//I'll be gentle,// he promised, crossing his arms. //We can start with something slow, perhaps.//

"I have learned not to rush into things," Raven agreed. No, no hidden meaning there. "And new experiences should be savored anyway."

//Something with a good rhythm, then. Easy to slip into, but not overwhelming. Nothing too hard on yer first day.//

Oh, there was so a smirk in those words.

The double entendre might have gone over Raven's head, but not the teasing behind the words; she blushed a little and dropped her gaze. "I trust in your judgment," she said. "You have much more experience than I."

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