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Reserves: Salle, After Classes

Today, there was a notice set out in the usual place for the reserves group to pack it on up and meet at the Salle, where they would find an assortment of weapons set out, mostly of the 'blunt force trauma' variety.

Fun times with beating on one another today!

"Heya, guys!" And girls, all of whom, Zack was pleased to note, seemed to be back to their usual varying standards of normal, today. He hoped. He didn't want a repeat of yesterday and the mustard attack again. "We thought that today would be a good day to get into handling weapons again, since most of us got to take it easy over break week, and all. No blades this week, but we do have some batons and things like that to work with."

"Nothing you can puncture each other with," Kennedy had to put in. Because that way occasionally lay accidentally dusting your friends. Oops. "Which isn't to say you can't hurt each other a hell of a lot with this stuff, so do we have to remind you to be smart about it?"

"If you don't think you can manage to keep from bludgeoning someone with the batons, we have those noodle... things from last time," Maladicta added. Because there was just no cool way to say 'pool noodle'. Unfortunately.

"So," Zack said, grinning, because... really, there wasn't any way to talk about pool noodles without being seriously uncool, sorry Maladicta, "grab yourself a baton and pair off to spar, but be careful about it. If you're not familiar with the weapon, people can get hurt, and we don't want any clinic visits today."

... He totally had his hot pink pool noodle slung over one shoulder again. Just because.

And got a smack upside the head with a purple noodle. But whoever could have done that? Certainly not Maladicta!

Or Kennedy. Because hers was the dark blue one aimed at his shoulder.

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No coffee and snacks in the Salle, no. But there's some outside it. What, are your leaders inhu--

...anyway, the point still stands.

Coffee. And a baton. And ohthankgodI'mfemale, over in this corner.

Although Scully was slightly sad that the age hadn't worn off when her gender did.

Yes, there would be no mustard attacks from Alexander today. Apparently just good, normal, everyday whapping with blunt objects.

Ah, it was good to have thing back to normal.

Goose was extremely relieved to have woken up the correct gender, it made everything all the more simpler.

He decided to have some coffee before he entered the Salle.

Cally hadn't found being a boy too traumatizing (though had it stretched beyond two days and made her truly fear it was permanent, it might be a different story) but she was pleased to be back in her own familiar body today, all the same. She sipped at a small coffee in the hall before heading into the salle proper.

Yes, there were coffee and snacks in the Salle, because Squall carried some in with him. If people were going to yell at him for it? He didn't care.

Batons, staffs, cudgels, etc. It's all blunt-force gear, and nothing edged. Look stuff over, get someone to talk you through unfamiliar weapons, go "WTF is that one?"

Also there's pool noodles.

Broom handle, broom handle. There had to be a broom handle here somewhe--

Ah! There it was.

What? It was a weapon Alexander was comfortable with.

Squall picked up a quarterstaff in one hand and swung it around as if it were a sword, testing its weight.

Just because his usual blade of choice wasn't ridiculously oversized didn't mean he wasn't still a Square Enix hero.

Just because you have your own bodies back doesn't mean you can be reckless about it.

Unless you're using a pool noodle. Then you have a little leeway.

Alexander had his broom handle; now all he needed was a sparring partner.

Squall had a ridiculously oversized wooden sword-substitute that he was swinging around with finesse. Sure, it was supposed to be a quarterstaff, but why use two hands when one worked just as well?

The edge of his mouth quirked up just a tiny bit as he looked around for any takers.

When they ping in.

With their pool noodles.

Not dirty.

Yeah, Kennedy was still glad to be herself again, though there was a bit of brow-furrowing mixed in there over a couple of other things.

Brow-furrowing, excessive exuberance, or not, she was completely available for talking to. Or hitting with a pool noodle.

Tara had no intention of hitting anybody, with pool noodles or without. But now that she and Kennedy were both girl-shaped again, a little clinginess even after Reno's class could be expected. "I've told you I'm glad you're you again, right?"

Kennedy wasn't going to complain about the clinginess at all today; there was time to make up for after two entire days. "You haven't hit your thousand-times quota yet, so you can say it again," she replied, setting the pool noodle aside. "That is, if you don't mind me mentioning again that you're much cuter now."

"If you don't mind me mentioning that you're much cuter, too," Tara said. "... and I think that might have been time 999."

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Pair Off and Spar

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Talk to the Leaders

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