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Office Hours 2: The Officehouring
Character(s): Snow and a legion of abusers anyone wishing to come to his office hours.
Location: The WTR classrooms.
Rating: PG.
Open/Closed/Finished: Open.
Summary: Snowdoesn't learn from experience is holding office hours again!
In preparation for finals coming up, Snow had once again shoved the WTR classroom into something he could call an office by virtue of some practice mats now being stacked high enough to sit on. Having done so, he settled in to a simple exercise routine. After all, even Instructors have to keep in shape.
Location: The WTR classrooms.
Rating: PG.
Open/Closed/Finished: Open.
Summary: Snow
In preparation for finals coming up, Snow had once again shoved the WTR classroom into something he could call an office by virtue of some practice mats now being stacked high enough to sit on. Having done so, he settled in to a simple exercise routine. After all, even Instructors have to keep in shape.
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"As for chemistry... " Snow had to think about that one for a minute. "Bladed weapon specialist means you'll be on the front lines, in the thick of the action. If some monster comes at you spraying acid, you'll want to know how to neutralize it. Or if you're trapped behind enemy lines, maybe you need to make a homemade flare to send for help?"
He might be stretching a bit, but hopefully the gist got through.
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"...acid?"
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"Some of them, yes," he said quickly, "but it's no worse than any other attack. You'll have magic junctioned for defense, remember?"
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"Perhaps. No wonder there's a class on the bestiary for this world."
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His laughter might be just a little post-traumatic. He shook his head as it subsided. "There's nothing like that here, though."
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"..thank the Fates."
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"It would depend on my teammates. I don't play well with just anyone, even if it meant their LIFE was on the line."
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"I hope you learn," he said, calmly and evenly.
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"I doubt it. It's part of my job, and I've taken a personal liking to it."
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"What if I look forward to such an outcome?" Without death, there would be no need for reapers. Instant layoff. Who would pay for all those lovely dresses?