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Chuck was not a fighter, by any stretch of the imagination, and usually spent these invasions safely holed up indoors if at all possible, leaving the heroics to the people who liked swords, or could punch someone out without even trying. It was better that way.

This invasion however? He was in his element. Of course he was. It only took one restart at the dorms lobby yesterday to figure out the lay of the rules and since then he hadn't had much trouble hording coins, dodging turtle shells and jumping on toothy mushrooms.

He wasn't venturing far from the dorms, simply because he didn't need to to play at this. He'd set his sights on clearing the lawn outside the dorms entrance. Waging war on the creatures that dared to come near him here was good enough for him.

... And maybe he liked the option of running back indoors when spiky balls or turtle shells flew at his head.

Still. He was helping!

[[Open, should anyone else who can still leave the dorms want to join his ground defense.]]

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Yeah, Chuck backed away a little further, not liking the idea of being collateral damage.

"You--" Oh yeah, that was lightning, wow "... I did not know you did that. That is very cool."

"Surprise?" Alex probably should've let him in on the secret before now. "I'm a wizard in training, so I know some nifty spells for occasions such as these. Or invasions in general."

"I'm normally not an invasion kind of guy," Chuck admitted. "So, not really been around for the--" he made a zappy sort of motion towards the motionless and lightly smoking shell.

"Yeah, neither am I," Alex agreed. Especially when it meant she'd been transferred to a wasteland. Never again, thank you. "Usually, I'm in the library trying to find out what's going on, not taking on these things first hand."

"So... how do you get practice?" he wondered, peering at the once-a-spiky-turtle. That was some pretty decent aim, all things considered.

"I've got a wizard's version of the internet to research stuff," Alex explained. "And there's lots of things to learn from at the Magic Box, so I get by. Back home, my dad used to teach me. Not so much anymore," she chuckled.

"Then again, he'd probably be surprised that I'm teaching myself." Yeah, she wouldn't have done that a few years ago.

"He'd be surprised?" That seemed a little odd to him. "I mean, you seem smart... capable of, you know... figuring out how to learn something on your own."

"Thanks," Alex smiled, appreciating the compliment. "Let's just say I'm not the one normally known as an achiever in my family."

That would be Justin, all the way.

"Yeah, me neither," Chuck shared. When up next to Ellie the aspiring doctor, most things fell a little short. He could quite appreciate the feeling.

"But hey, we are still cool... Especially you with all the--" he made a sort of zappy motion at the nearest 'shroom before realising just how close it had got and scooting backwards.

"Didn't you know? Cool's my middle name," Alex joked. "Well, it's one of a few things I can do with this," she gestured with her wand.

Then again, she could some without it, too. "Those things are brave, aren't they?" She was tempted to hit it with lightning but it didn't look as threatening without spikes.

"And kind of adorable, in a weird scuttly sort of way..." he allowed, cocking his head as he watched it.

"Even with the teeth." Which looked sharp.

"It is, isn't it? Alex studied the mushroom as it moved about. "I'm imagining what it would be like if someone kept one, and it wouldn't attack them every five seconds."

Huh.

"It'd be a strange pet, for sure."

Lawn Outside the Dorms [Sunday Afternoon]

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