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The Reserves members had been ~~handwavily~~ notified that they would be meeting in the Danger Shop, since a combat exercise was the agenda of the day. Kennedy, for one, looked far too excited about this.

And she wouldn't be the only one! Zack was doing an admirable effort to keep from bouncing on his toes as he looked out over the reservists who had gathered.

"Hey, guys! I hope you're all ready to get a bit of exercise today, because we're not going to be getting much of a chance to stand still during this meeting!" Zack, for one, figured he was prepared. Just because the Danger Shop couldn't hurt the people in it didn't mean he wasn't going to bring all of the supplies he could possibly cram into his pockets.

So, potions. Lots and lots of potions.

"I've programmed a few monsters from home into the system," he continued, hitting a few buttons on the control panel and giving in to the temptation to bounce, after all. "Nothing too formidable until you all find your footing fighting alongside one another, of course, but at least these should make for a good warm-up."

Yeah, Kennedy wasn't asking how he managed to cram 99 potions into his pockets. "Don't be afraid to branch out a little," she added. "Try a few of the things you think you need to work on, 'cause you're better off doing that now than in a real invasion situation. But that doesn't mean goofing off, either." She was still hoping for a chance to get on someone's case about that. "We're not here for playtime, got it?"

"Dead's still pretty dead on the outside," Jak agreed. He was not as good at giving these kind of pep talks. "And around here, anything could mean you're dead. Whether you're being shot, stabbed, set on fire, bitten, scratched, clawed, maimed, blown up..." Pep talks. Yeah. "So kill them good, or, uh, one of us might take a shot at you just to keep things interesting." ... Jak.

"Uh. Maybe." Zack looked kind of hesitant on that last bit, but then again, nothing had ever really stopped any of his teachers back home from doing the same. "And I think that's about that," Zack decided, finally winding up and hitting the Enter key. "Brace yourselves, everyone!"

Yes, brace yourselves for the horrible beast that was about to appear before you, and all. Or, rather, the small army of horrible beasts. Which were... not at all what Zack had been anticipating, nor were they even really monsters from his home. So the group would have to forgive him this moment of small squeaky sounds and pointing at them with wide eyes, please.

"Duckies!"

And then, as one might expect from a unit of slightly disgruntled mallard ducks trained in the way of the samurai, they attacked.

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Before all of the chaos breaks loose, do your thing. The usual supply of cookies and juice is available, because really, it's tradition by now, as well as pastries and doughnuts courtesy of Kennedy.

Gunn eyed the snack table with approval. It's a good thing today's exercise involved the whole fighting thing because they were going to need to work off all these carbs.

Firekeeper and Blind Seer still weren't the biggest fans of the Danger Shop; nothing smelled real here.

...Except the cookies. And juice. Which Firekeeper was going to partake of, obviously.

Leda was in the perfect mood for this exercise. Seems someone had woken up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.

Kurt happily munched on the pastries. Cookies were good, but these were BETTER.

All the same, Zach's introduction left him awfully worried about what was going to happen.

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Once again Goose was there, he was actually eating some of the snacks this time, even though it wasn't very many.

Rinoa had had the foresight to get her Cardinal out of storage, which meant she had a large red not-quite-crossbow strapped to her forearm.

It clashed with her outfit, but she was okay with that.

She was mingling and trying not to look nervous at being here.

"Don't be so nervous," Squall ordered. "It's not like you haven't fought before."

"I'm not," she lied. "I just feel out of place. Everyone here is a fighter. Like you, and the rest of SeeD."

She had fought before, but that didn't exactly make her a fighter.

"The only difference between you and everyone else is training," Squall insisted.

(Why do you keep putting yourself down?)

"If you didn't belong here, I'd say so."

"You don't see it the way I do," Rinoa insisted. "You never see it. I fall behind. Whenever we get into a fight. You're all faster, stronger, and it's all I can do to keep my head above water."

Squall looked her over thoroughly. If it was anyone else saying this to him, he'd already be rolling his eyes and dismissing them... But it wasn't. And Rinoa had patiently walked him through the whole... holding... thing, so he might as well return the favor and explain this to her.

"You don't fall behind," he said slowly, trying to spell it out for her. "You hold yourself back. You're better than you think you are."

"At fighting?" She raised an eyebrow at him. "You're a trained SeeD. I have ... this."

The cardinal strapped onto her arm. Great for range. Which was perfect, since she didn't want to be in the front lines.

"And you're skilled with it," Squall replied.

He was stopping himself from facepalming and telling her not to be stupid by sheer force of will.

"You can dish out the same amount of damage as the rest of us. And you've got good instincts. If I thought you sucked, I'd have said so."

When were they going to get to the part where they killed things? Squall glared at people and shifted antsily.

...And sipped his juice. What?

Asuna went for the doughnuts this time and looked around eager to start.

They're lean, they're mean, they have pointy things and are trying to take you down! No, they can't really harm you, thank goodness for the danger shop, but these little guys are far more skilled with a sword than one might expect from your average waterfowl. How do they hold that sword in their wings like that, anyhow?

Mod your duckies, or ping into the OOC thread for some NPC action!

Gunn had been stretching out a bit and taking a few practice swipes with his sword when the ducks appeared.

Ducks with swords that is.

"Aw, man. You're kidding me right?" Gunn grumbled as the ducks approached. "Ducks? Seriously?"

This duck just so happened to be a very serious duck. Serious enough, in fact, that it was advancing on Gunn with a waddle that meant business.

Did you ever dream that you'd see a mallard spin a katana in such a threatening manner, Gunn? Or, for that matter, charge at you with it?

"Whoa! Hey there!" Gunn said doing a quick parry. "For a little thing with feathers you got some game, don't you?"

Little? This particular duck might be little, but he was big in spirit! Or was the big, clunky human daring to insinuate that being a duck meant that he was somehow inferior to other warriors?

This particular duck would have you know, Gunn, that he is the master of a solemn art that has been perfected over centuries. All practitioners of bushi-duck have got game. Which was not to be confused with 'are gamey.'

Also, they could fly. Which meant that 'little' didn't mean a heck of a lot now that it was headed for Gunn's face with another thrust of the sword.

Gunn did another quick parry and slashed back at the duck. "Hey! Watch the face!" Gunn blurted out. "Or someone's ending up as Peking duck tonight."

Oh, it. Was. On.

Did 'Kamikaze' mean anything to you, Gunn? Anything at all? Because this particular duck was now sounding a mighty quack and calling in aerial reinforcements.

Divebombing, ahoy!

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"All right!" Gunn shouted as he rolled to avoid said divebombing and slashing with his sword when he popped to his feet. "All right! That's how you're going to play it? Bring it on!"

Oh, the ducks were going to bring it, and they were going to bring it but good, landing in formation around Gunn. One big, waddling circle of pointy duckie doom.

Each duck eyed Gunn, looking for a weakness with wee beady duck eyes.

And then the first launched itself forward, aiming its blade for Gunn's knees.

"Yeah, I don't think so," Gunn said doing a quick parry to the attack and attempting a swift kick to knock that mallard into orbit. "Pick on someone your own size!"

Seven little duck heads all craned upwards as they watched their companion sail away into the horizon.

And then seven little duck heads all snapped to attention once again, looking toward their target. Their enemy. The defeated duck was clearly weak. They would do far better!

And if he really wanted them to pick on someone their own size all along, then all he had to do was ask. Then it would just be a matter of one duck flying up onto the shoulders of another, and then another up on top of that, until there was a tower, seven ducks high, advancing on him with seven swords a-swinging.

Gunn's mouth dropped for a moment or two before launching into a flurry of moments trying to parry seven FREAKING swords at the same time.

Yeah. He wasn't doing that well and kept having to back up in order to avoid getting hit.

It was a sad but widely known fact of nature that ducks rarely played fair, wasn't it?

It was also a sad but lesser known fact of nature that, unfortunately, ducks were not necessarily known for their manoeuvrability while stacked one atop the other while swinging swords about.

The bottom duck waddled forward. The top duck was forced to flap its wings wildly to keep the stack from toppling over. The ducks in the middle managed by some miracle to keep their balance, but it was now possibly dreadfully apparent that, while they were in their fearsome duckpile, they weren't going to actually be going anywhere.

Seeing his advantage, Gunn moved forward, and like a certain famous baseball player, tried to hit a home run with the stack of waterfowl.

Batta batta batta, SWING batta batta!

It was amazing, really, how easy it was to turn a duckpile into... well, into a pile of ducks, actually. A decidedly pointy pile of ducks that was not exactly going anywhere, any time soon.

A pointy pile of ducks that gave one collective quack, and then did the sensible thing and drifted merrily out of consciousness.

Ducks could nap in the strangest places, really.

Gunn gaped at the ducks and... Well he just gaped really.

"This is just one fucked up scenario."

While the ducks were still far enough away, Leda decided to try out a new spell she'd been working on.

~~"Kameeeee....haaaaaameeeeeee.....HAAAAAAAA!!~~ She muttered the words to the spell in Elvish and unleashed a wave of kinetic energy that sent anything in it's path flying.

When one of the ducks got through, she got to try something else out. She created a ball of fire just at the tip of her foot and kicked it. That would be a burning duck flying back towards it's fellows.

Kurt BAMFed behind one of the nearby ducks and tried to tackle it and grab the sword away before it noticed him.

Who are... probably mostly facepalming right now, actually. When they tag in.

Well, Zack, for one, wasn't facepalming. But that was mostly because he was too busy alternating between trying to feed bits of doughnut to a particularly threatening duck, and fending it off with his sword when it got a little too close for comfort.

... This method was actually working out surprisingly well for him.

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Jak... also wasn't facepalming. He was a little bug-eyed, though, and wondering if this meant he'd actually be able to jump in and star firing just to make things interesting. Or something.

Kennedy wasn't facepalming either, but that could be chalked up to the fact that it was hard to facepalm and keep the ducks away from the food tables with a knife at the same time, all the while feeling vaguely guilty about the exercise because ducks.

How the hell were they holding those swords without opposable thumbs, anyway?

Ping in here if you need a duck, and we'll try to get back to you as soon as we can!

I'll take some SP'd duck fighting action please!

Yes. Some Mighty Duck fighting action.

Mmm, delicious SP duck justice! I'm on it!

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