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

[knightime]

[He raises an eyebrow...what?

These classes continue to get more and more fucked up.]

[nonsuspiciousperson]

[Nanashi raised an eyebrow in response.] Do you have an issue?

[knightime]

[He shakes his head with a shrug. He doesn't have a problem with it, but he's surprised this got approved.]

[nonsuspiciousperson]

[He didn't speak much did he? Nanashi was as surprised as anyone when he was informed what he was supposed to be teaching.] Can you fight?

[knightime]

[There's a pretty good reason why he doesn't talk much.

Dave nods again. At least the other was giving him yes or no questions.]

[nonsuspiciousperson]

Do you usually fight with weapons? Or without them? [And then he asks a more complicated question.]

[knightime]

[Fuck you. He digs into his pocket until he takes out a piece of crumpled paper. He draws what should be a very crudely drawn sword.]

[nonsuspiciousperson]

[A raised eyebrow] You do not speak?