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Reserves: Behind the Dorms, Tuesday After Classes [9/7]

Zack was doing that bouncing thing again. This probably wouldn't come as a surprise to anybody who had been here even just last week, right? Zack bounced. Birds flew. Fandom was weird. Life went on. But today, he was doing that bouncing thing with a small stack of notepads in his arms, and a few pens sticking out of his pockets.

"We're having another discussion meeting today," he informed the group as they gathered for the reserves meeting. "We'll get into the more hands-on stuff as the semester goes on, but we have to cover the basics first, you know? And today, we're covering the really, really basic basics. We're covering supplies."

"Like what would be usefull the next time the island is invaded," Maladicta added from her spot once more in the shade of the building. "Whether you were here for the last attack on the island, or new here, we would like to hear your ideas."

There was a pause before she added, "Cookies don't count, no matter how much Zack may claim otherwise."

"Hey!"

Kennedy rolled her eyes mildly at both of them. "We know, discussion time is a little light on the action, but having everybody on the same page is a good thing, so. Shelving the cookie debate." A beat. "For now, anyway. Everybody's gonna pair off here and come up with a little back-to-school supply list. Sort of-- if by supplies you mean stuff you're going to want to have in case we get invaded again."

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Kennedy was surreptitiously (she thought) going to let him, too; you could tell what kind of training she'd had by the fact that her list consisted of such items as stakes, holy water, extra crossbow bolts, spare knives, cell phone, sword (that was underlined a couple of times, as was 'stakes'), and... well... handy magic users nearby. That one would probably be frowned upon somewhat by certain parties.

He nodded as he read it, impressed. Well, at least she wasn't one of those Slayers who were into explosives and such. That would be tough to practice. And the "handy magic users" thing didn't bother him at all; he had no problem with people playing to their strengths, and magic users would certainly be valuable in the event of an invasion.

"Impressive list," he commented, forgetting that he'd meant to be sneaky about the list-reading. Oh well. It wasn't like he was cheating.

"Yeah?" Kennedy tried to take a look at his. "I haven't heard you do the disapproving-sniff thing yet, so I'm taking that as a plus."

"No, it's quite good," he said, ignoring the slight snub. "I appreciate the lack of explosives."

"The thing with the school?" Kennedy guessed, raising an eyebrow. "I so knew it wasn't a gas main problem."

Wes laughed. "Yes, precisely. Though I've heard they've used that excuse quite a lot."

"Regardless," he said, "I think you've quite a solid grasp on the necessary tools for threatening situations."

And he kind of felt like an idiot after saying that when obviously she had a decent grasp on it, being head of the Reserves and all, but that kind of thing never occured to him when he was actually talking.

"This is what we actually call 'the contents of my weapons locker,'" Kennedy joked. "Well, barring the handy magic user."

Or friend with cool ice powers, but that wasn't her thing to talk about.

"I mean, yeah, there's other stuff we could use? One of our old leaders, Jak, was always going on about shooting stuff. But I kinda think I'd rather stick to the stuff I know how to use."

If you don't feel comfortable with shooting things, best to avoid it, really," Wesley agreed. "I'm certain there are quite a few students here who can fill that role if the situation demands it. Myself included." And yeah, he puffed up a little bit at that last part. Pompous? Wes? Gasp.

"Hey." Kennedy drew herself up a little taller (ha) and narrowed her eyes slightly, her voice a bit petulant. Hey, he got pompous first. "Only been using a crossbow for nine years. I know how to shoot stuff. Just... you know, not with guns."

"Right, of course. I meant guns," he said hurriedly. Yikes. He really had a knack for ticking off Slayers/Potentials/any human beings who don't like pompous people. Strange, that.

It's a talent, Wes! Of course, it wasn't as if Kennedy didn't have her own knack for ticking people off.

Conceding some ground (oooh, what a huge sacrifice), she had to shrug. "You've got the mystical side covered better than I do, though. That's a plus."

"Well, thank you," he said, hands going up to tweak his shirt collar.

"I'd be happy to go over the mystical side a bit if you'd still like to train together," he offered.

"Um, duh," Kennedy replied, looking at him as if to say you seriously have to ask? "Constance isn't really big on that side of things? Most of what I know, I get from hanging around Tara, 'cause until I got here I thought actual magic wasn't for real."

"Oh, yes, it's quite real, yes," Wes said. "More so in the hands of some than others, of course - I'm familiar with some of the basics, but there are some people who are more naturally inclined toward magic. A girl I was working with on the Hellmouth, for instance. But I'll certainly introduce you to some of the rudiments of magic, though it might not be entirely comprehensive."

Kennedy bit her lip in a rare moment of obvious hesitation. "Nah... I'm good knowing it exists and other people are good with it. I know pretty much anyone can do it, at least by our world's rules. In fact, I sort of did a spell once? Okay, a counterspell. I mean, Tara's pretty awesome at it. But it's not really my thing."

Not tangible enough for her, mostly.

"Fair enough," he replied. "Historically speaking, it's been the rare Slayer who's known more magic than was strictly necessary to survive in her society. It's certainly not necessary here, at any rate."

And there was that slight, if quickly hidden, grimace again at the word Slayer.

"Not so much," Kennedy agreed by way of covering it up. "I don't mind knowing about it; I just don't want to be the one doing it, you know?"

Argh. He had to start watching his words. But it was Wes, so - not likely.

"Understandable," he said. "Well, then, if you'd like, we can stick to weapons training to start off, and then if we do go into mystical things, they can be more observational than practical application-based."

And again he was struck by how weird it was that she actually wanted him to train her. He had to wonder if she knew about the stuff that had led to his getting fired.

Eh, even if Constance had been inclined to share those details-- which would assume she knew those details, which she likely didn't-- they wouldn't have been the sort that really interested Kennedy, so no.

"Sounds like a plan," she agreed, right back to being friendly and affable again.

Yeah, Wes had a tendency to assume that what happened to him was of vital importance to everyone else.

Well, that was settled, at any rate.

"When would you like to start?"

So did Kennedy, oddly. Because Tara was right, and it wasn't like she had any trouble talking about herself, ever.

...boy, that was going to be a fun combination, wasn't it?

"I've got magic reserves tomorrow afternoon," Kennedy said, grin growing exponentially brighter by the second, "and Ethics on Thursday but you'd know that 'cause you're in it too, and I usually bring my girlfriend lunch on Thursdays at work, but other than that? I'm totally free. I will so work my schedule around it."

"Perhaps Saturday?" he suggested. "I have two classes on Friday, and I've agreed to spar with someone Friday evening. So provided I'm still alive on Saturday, that would be the day."

Kennedy gave a rather definitive, if bouncy, nod. "Saturday's good," she agreed. "And now I kinda want to check out this spar on Friday."

Aw, crap. Look what he started. Fail, Wes.

"Oh, no, you don't want to do that," he protested, doubting he'd get anywhere with this. "It'll likely be very dull and of little interest to you. Or anyone else, really. Best to avoid it at all costs."

That was the worst excuse he'd ever given, probably ever.

Yeah, Kennedy was enjoying this. Maybe too much.

"Hey, if I'm gonna be sparring with you, I'd kind of like to know what I'm up against," she informed him, grinning smugly.

Hee hee.

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