Somebody is waiting for you when you step out.....

{if Armour == 2}Pretty annoying that you had to go into those rooms just to put your bracers on again, but at least it was quick. Like, really quick. Actually, you kind of want to see just how quickly you can do it -- you've got time, since everybody else is still changing, why don't- oh, Jace is looking at you.{else}Jace walks up to you as you step out of the changerooms, fully kitted up in all of your new toys.{endif} He's not even started to get changed yet, he's still just in his uniform and holding his case. Wack.

"Hey, Debbie." He smiles and gives a little wave as he steps towards the changing room you just got out of. "I'm gonna go get suited up now, I just wanted a moment without Dellie nearby to say that I'm gonna be around at lunch to spar, if you want to test out your new stuff for a quick minute or two."

Oh, alright! Maybe you'll do that, it'd be cool to get a chance to figure out your stuff a bit. As he shuts the door and presumably starts to get into his stuff, you feel a hand on the back of your shoulder. Oh no. Well, you sort of expected it to come to this eventually, so at least you've got your weapons to defend yourself- oh thank god, it's not Delilah. Phew.

Professor Phoebe smiles down at your as you turn around.{if Weapon == 3} You hear jingling and look to her hand -- it's two plastic baggies of bullets for you!

"Only blunt impact bullets for now. You'll get penetrating~ ones later on." She drops the baggies in your hands. "I'd say 'don't kill anybody', but you quite honestly could not."

This is so cool.... your very own bullets! You put one bag into your backpack for safekeeping, and open up the other one. You're gonna need to reload every five shots, so you need them on hand..... hey, you have an idea! Digging your hand in a couple of times, you fill your left pants pocket with several handfuls of loose impact bullets, then seal the bag and put it away in your backpack as well. That should last you a good while, even though your hands are kinda small.

"Now," She brings your attention back up to her.{endif} "You're friends with that cute new Monster Theory teacher, aren't you?"

Ben? Yeah, for sure! It's been a little bit since you've talked to him, because you want to make friends with your classmates, but he's the whole reason you were able to come here in the first place. You're not sure if he's cute, though. You've never been good at knowing the exact parameters of cute. Are all small things cute? He's not that small. And wasps aren't cute. Except close up, when you can see their little antennae and furry heads and big eyes. Bad example.

"He's the only other teacher here that isn't a washed-up senior citizen. Have you.... mentioned me to him?"

"Ummmmm..... no." You reply, a bit befuddled. Babies are definitely cute, and they're small. But wait, to a wasp a baby is huge! A human baby, anyway. Hey, are baby wasps cute too? Surely they've gotta be, like, the cute pinnacle.

"Hmmmmm....." Professor Phoebe pauses for a second and _tsk_s her tongue, raising a hand to her chin as she looks you over. "And have you been working on your..... endurance at all since our first class?"

You shake your head.

"I see....." Professor Phoebe trails off as the rest of your class starts to come out of the change rooms.{if NewtonGym == True}

Is Newton cute? He's not small at all, but he acts funny sometimes. Maybe it's acting funny that makes something cute. Hopefully baby wasps don't act funny, or the whole world might collapse.

{else} {endif}"Alright, class!" Professor Phoebe claps her hands together. "Take this opportunity to feel out your new gear -- I'll be circling around to meet with each one of you, like I just did with Debbie." Oh. Oh, it was all for training stuff! That makes more sense, then. "While I'm occupied with your classmates, I've set up a row of training dummies and a row of targets for you to test yourself against. Get to work, and have fun!"

Alright! The rest of your class spreads out across the space, some quiet murmurs of chatting filling the Courtyard, and you have the rest of the lesson to spend as you wanna. {if Weapon == 1}You tighten and untighten your grip on your batons as you look across the space.{elseif@ Weapon == 2}You weigh up your Sledgeaxe in your hands as you look across the space.{elseif Weapon == 3}You fiddle with the straps of your buckler and load up five shots into the cylinder-chamber-barrel of your pepperbox.{endif} It's go time!