Class: Bloodless Killing (Fortitude)

[nonsuspiciousperson]

Characters: Nanashi and Fortitude students!
Format: Class log! Prose, action, tag Nanashi, tag each other, anything goes!
This log is: Open!
Location: A classroom in fortitude
Summary: Nanashi is meant to be teaching bloodless killing, he's not too impressed but class sort of happens
Warnings: If they actually get round to any actual teaching, descriptions of violence? Talk about killing also.

Nanashi was only here in his classroom because he figured doing what he was told to and teaching was the least he could do for the free food, shelter and relative safety they had offered him. Being kidnapped, since from hearing the others talking this is what he guessed had happened, and brought to a school where he was expected to battle, was an interesting version of safety.

But compared to the last few years it was. At least it would have been if Kotarou wasn't lay in the infirmary unconscious showing no signs of waking any time soon. No one knew what had happened to the kid, he had just dropped, along with others, from two schools. Nanashi sighed slightly in frustration.

The class was starting, Nanashi had pushed all the furniture up to the walls to create a practice space, he had absolutely no idea what he was doing. The idea that he was to teach these kids to kill was disturbing for him, to kill without bullets, without blades; something he had become good at since binding his gun.

That thought gave him a headache though so he looked up at the gathered class.

"How many of you have killed before?"

He might as well get a feel for his students first.

Comments

[pencilpremonition]

[standing with all the grace and poise of an awkward teenager]

[nonsuspiciousperson]

[He quirks an eyebrow, but for some reason... and his head grows fuzzy at the thought... he can't remember being an awkward teenager himself...

Without a pause he steps forward and grabs her wrist.] Escape.

[pencilpremonition]

[She twists her arm, trying to use it as a lever against where his fingers touch. She also has the physical strength of...a ninety pound girl.]

[nonsuspiciousperson]

[He nods in approval though he doesn't let go.] Keep your elbows in, bend your knees.

[pencilpremonition]

[She shifts her position as he instructs, still trying to twist her arm out of his grasp.]

[nonsuspiciousperson]

Use your body. You have no strength in your arms. Step, turn your hips, bend your knees. [He instructed her calmly not letting go of her wrist.]

[pencilpremonition]

[She tries to twist her body and wrench free of his grip that way, using her full weight to help her.]

[nonsuspiciousperson]

[He nodded, feeling her tug against his hand.] Breath. Exhale as you twist. [She almost had it.]

[pencilpremonition]

[She takes a deep breath, then twists again as she lets her breath out.]

[nonsuspiciousperson]

[This time she broke through his grip] Well done. [And he grabbed her again, this time by her uniform top.] Again.

[pencilpremonition]

[She may have no experience fighting, but she certainly has experience getting away from people. She quite shamelessly slips out of her top and away from him, running around the classroom in her undershirt, a white long-sleeved t-shirt.]

[nonsuspiciousperson]

[Nanashi blinked. Well. At least she was creative. He didn't chase her though.] Come back, I wont actually hurt you. [He holds out her uniform top.]

[pencilpremonition]

[She returns to his side and moves to take her top back.]

[nonsuspiciousperson]

[He waits until she has her top on and reaches to take a pencil from the table. He grabs her wrist again and points the pencil to her throat.]

You are unarmed, I have a knife.

[pencilpremonition]

And this is where I go re~eally still and hope you leave me alone....

[nonsuspiciousperson]

[Nanashi gave a small shake of his head.] No this is where you begin to learn. Move your free hand up to your chest, as if you were surrendering.

[pencilpremonition]

[She does as instructed, keeping her eyes on his face.]

[nonsuspiciousperson]

Good, now what can you do from there?

[pencilpremonition]

If I were stronger, I'm in a good place to grab your wrist now. But with my arm strength you'd just stab me anyway and it wouldn't do anything.

[nonsuspiciousperson]

But if you were to turn the knife away from you? [A raised eyebrow] Remember what I said, don't use your arm strength, use your whole body.

[pencilpremonition]

I'd have to be moving fast, but let me think about this...

I can push the knife away enough... [She puts her hand at his wrist, trying to shove his arm away, but she's moving in slow motion so she can think.]

And duck at the same time... [Bending backwards away from his pencil and trying to twist her wrist free at the same time.]

[nonsuspiciousperson]

Very good. [Slow motion is good. Her arm slips out of his hand and he steps forward, still holding the pencil.] But I am still a danger. [He waits to see what she will do.]

[pencilpremonition]

[keeping her eyes on the pencil and backing away]

Get some distance...then turn tail and run like hell?

[nonsuspiciousperson]

[He nodded] That is one way, but I think I could outrun you. What is the name of this class.

[pencilpremonition]

Bloodless Killing. I need to get the knife away from you. But if I kill you with the knife, there'll be blood.