Conquest Class | The Most Difficult Class

[scarredchick]

Characters: Prussia and anyone
Format: Open (action or prose, I'll respond to whichever you use)
This log is: open
Location: Conquest classroom
Summary: Prussia attempts to teach about military strategies, all the while, she can't remember the names of her fellow German nations.
Warnings: "enthusiastic" teaching methods

Before Class

Prussia is sitting on her desk, one leg crossed over the other. She's wearing a rather girly outfit with impossibly tall boots.

The blackboard is covered in chalk drawings of little stick figures in square shapes. Some are labeled "ME!" others are labeled "Other Person". Anyone who has ever seen a drawing of a battle, should recognize it as such, though it may be difficult to place the exact battle.

If you approach her she will be quite willing to talk to you. Enthusiastic, too. She does enjoy teaching.

Start of Class

Once people have entered she will jump off the desk. You may get a peek of her panties. She will grin at the class, "Welcome to mein Awesome class! You get the rare pleasure of learning military strategy from me! So we'll start with this battle!"

She will then point to the above mentioned drawings and draw chalk lines to indicate movements and such, saying things like, "And then I did this!" or "She did this, so I did that!" Every time she tries to remember the name of one of her siblings she'll pause and then say, "Meine Schwester."

End of Class

"Homework will be an essay on why Old Fritz's awesome strategy of the Battle of Mollwitz worked!"

She really is enthusiastic about teaching. If you stay after class and ask questions or just want to chat, she will be drawing other battle diagrams.

Comments

[pennypincher]

About halfway through the class, Lemina finally speaks up.

"This is so mega stupid!"

[scarredchick]

She pauses, "Oh? And you know better? How many wars have you fought in? If you think you know so much about Prussian military tactics, please, tell me."

[pennypincher]

"I've fought monsters and, um, an evil god before? I totally don't care about this Prussia place or its military tactics." She shrugged.

[scarredchick]

"Well start caring because I am the awesome Prussia," she said, smirking.

[pennypincher]

"Uuuugh, another country." Lemina slumped over her desk. "I hate this city."

[scarredchick]

She snorts, "Ah, don't be jealous of just how awesome I am."

[babysage]

Drawing! That was what this class was right? Kotaro was sat at his desk drawing his own battle. Except all the combatants were teddy bears, with bow ties. He's not actually paying attention at all.

[scarredchick]

Why was there such a young kid in her class. Hmmm... maybe he was like West and was older than he appeared. But... really, teddy bears?

"Which army will win?" she asked, him. She's looking at the pictures.

[babysage]

"This one!" Kotaro pointed at the army at the left side of the page, "Because they are good, the other one is made up of evil teddy bears and everyone knows that good always triumphs over evil!"

Kotaro didn't know why he had to go to all these strange classes either, but it was the rules and so he did as he was told.

[scarredchick]

He was so innocent. She couldn't tell him that in the real world, evil often did beat good. She couldn't break his innocence.

"Hmm, well, if you want these teddy bears to win," she pointed to the good ones, "have them march around the hills and attack the side of the evil teddy bear army."

[babysage]

"Why?" He looked at the drawing again, "What's wrong with them attacking from here?"

[scarredchick]

"If you attack from here you risk the good teddy bears being unable to fight because they'll get overwhelmed by the evil teddy bears," she said.

[babysage]

Kotaro peered at the drawing not understanding. "Why?"

[scarredchick]

She considered how to explain it best. Finally she took an unused coloring utensil and a piece of paper and drew some more stick figures on it. "If the two armies meet like this," she drew arrows pointing directly to the fronts of both forces, "they are evenly matched. The good army looses all of its strength trying to break through the bad army."

She then took another coloring utensil and drew an arrow pointing from the rear of the good army, around and to the side of the bad army. "However, if they move over here. They attack the side of the evil army and gain a little bit of an advantage. For a battle of good vs. evil, the littlest advantage for the good is always better than any advantage for the bad."

[babysage]

"But isn't fighting someone not face to face cheating?" He frowned at the image. He understood it, but his brother always fought honourably and so he didn't think this plan was very nice!

[scarredchick]

"Not when you're facing so many opponents. If you're fighting one on one, though, it is," she said.

[babysage]

"Oh... so in big battles it is okay?" He still sounded a little bit unsure, he wanted to be only a vampire of justice after all!

[scarredchick]

She didn't even know he was a vampire, after all, he just looked like a cute little kid... like her precious sister, if she was a boy.

"Ja, and once a battle starts, you can attack from any angle you want, it's your opponent's fault for not being fast, enough to counter," she said.

[babysage]

He was a cute little kid, just one that happened to be a vampire. He nodded seriously at her words. "So if someone is going to attack you you have to make sure to look in all the directions so they can't sneak up on you!"

[scarredchick]

"Of course! And bad guys don't announce their attacks, so good guys always have to be prepared!" she responded. It was so nice to have such an attentive student! And such a cutey, too!

[babysage]

"Okay!" He frowned, "How do I do that? Do you mean look in all the directions all the time?"

[scarredchick]

"That would help, but never be without a means of defending yourself," she frowned, a kid like this... hm... what would be the best weapon for him?

[babysage]

"Sis is teaching me how to use swords! But they are a bit big!" Bigger than him, but he was trying his hardest to learn!

[mysterioustransferstudent]

Koizumi was playing the part of a model student. He sat quietly through class, taking copious notes and deliberately not asking why she insisted on referring to countries as family members. He'd gotten used to all the not-really-counties-but-something-similar wandering around-- he was capable of accepting all sorts of weirdness by now-- but a history class was neither the time nor the place for it. It would only serve to confuse people.

Still, there was no trace of disapproval in his smile when he approached her at the end of class.

"Ms. Maria? Do you have a moment?"

[scarredchick]

She stops in erasing the board and turns to him. "Ja, what can the awesome me do for you?"

[mysterioustransferstudent]

"I was wondering if, you could tell me about strategy on a smaller scale? I understand the importance of history, but close-combat strategy may be more relevant to our daily life, given the way that the Exaclan system functions. Perhaps you know of some outside reading I could do?"

His interest in military history was lukewarm at best, but he was a practical young man.

[scarredchick]

"Kesesesese~ I was planning on doing a practical lesson next week on that!" she said. "You have to have the theory first, though!"

She is an expert fighter, too. She though thought about it, "Hmmm, not sure if there's many good books. Best books would be on martial arts. Japan and the other Asians did pretty well with close combat. Fencing might be good, too. It depends on the weapon you're trying to use, or the weapon you are."

[mysterioustransferstudent]

"Oh?" A spark of curiosity lent his smile a rare sincerity. "Wonderful! I look forward to it."

But the sincerity was instantly gone as he furrowed his brow in a theatrical show of bemusement.

"It seems as if my weapon is a shield but I suppose I should learn others' weapons. I can hardly fight with my own, after all. Though I don't know where to start with weapons, really... I've never used any weapon at all."

A lie. Still, he was far from an expert, and it was entirely unnecessary to step out of his harmless young gentleman persona. Martial arts, hmm? It couldn't hurt to read a book or two...

[scarredchick]

She grinned at his sincerity and then began thinking.

"Well, shields tend to be best used in conjunction to other weapons. If your shield is strong than it might allow an otherwise unarmed person to move close enough to take out the attacker. Also, can use a shield as a bludgeoning weapon, I suppose," she shrugged at that.

"Best weapon to start with is a sword," she said. "Swords teach many things and most weapons can be split into two categories, projectile weapons, like guns and arrows or melee weapons, like swords, pikes, and staffs."

[mysterioustransferstudent]

He cringed a little.

"Ah yes. I'm aware of its use as a bludgeoning tool." He could hardly forget Sherlock beating the zombie from with his soul. It may be effective, but it did seem unnecessarily crude. And it left frog guts. In his soul.

"Martial arts and swords it is, then. Thank you." In some childish and embarassing corner of his mind, the combination evoked the image of himself as some shonen hero, swashbuckling his way to glory with flashy swordsmanship and gratuitous gravity-defying kung fu, but he pushed it aside.

"If you'll forgive my curiosity, what weapon do you favour?"

[scarredchick]

Being a player for her first round, she was unaware of the effects, if any, that using the weapon form had on the weapon person. England, after all, could be very closed up.

She nodded in regards to his thanks and then pressed her fingers to her chin. "Well, I've used many weapons. The first weapon I used was a sword, so I'm particularly fond of them," she said, remembering running around in the area that is now Israel and Syria waving a sword as big as she was. She was so cute back then. "But as weapons improved, I grew more fond of guns. However, my favorite weapon is fighter planes."

She scratched her head, what had she been doing until the attack on Danzig? She couldn't remember.