Combat Sitautions Class 1

[twelvebullets.livejournal.com]

Characters: Ocelot, any students interested in the Combat Situations class.
What: Combat Situations class number one.
Where: Some classroom.
When: Wednesday.
Rating: PG because Ocelot will try his best to watch his mouth, but who knows?

Revolver Ocelot Slammed the door behind him. “Alright class, here's the lowdown.” He began, in a somewhat unfriendly tone of voice, though he was trying his best not to scare the class on the first day. “This is Combat Situations. Here, you will sharpen your best weapon against foes; your wits. You must learn how to face any opponent without fear, and strike fear into their hearts in return.” Ocelot started scribbling on the chalkboard.

Grading:

50% Attendance
20%Participation
30%Tests.

“This is how you'll be graded. Obviously, it's advised that you show up for class on time unless otherwise noted.

Now, as far as testing goes, I have officially decided that there is no way in hell you could test any of this with a pencil and paper. Thus, I have come up with this solution: On the week of the class on which you will be tested, I will notify you ONCE. If you decide not to listen, that's your problem. Then, on some day between that class and the next, I will attack you all and see how you handle yourselves. There will be a preliminary test sometime before the next class, so I suggest you all prepare yourselves.

And now that the grading procedures are out of the way, I want all of you to come up and introduce yourselves one by one in front of the class. Self confidence is a major part of this course, so no wussing out because you're shy.” Revolver then took his seat at his desk.

Comments

[blondprodigy.livejournal.com]

Why was he in this class again? Even if the idea of being prepared to defend himself if he suddenly got jumped greatly appealed to Jeff, there was the fact that Otacon clearly had an issue with the teacher's mere existence.

...Maybe he could pass this off as spying.

"Um... I'm Jeff Andonuts." Real self-confident there, buddy-boy.

[twelvebullets.livejournal.com]

Ocelot wrote his name down on a piece of paper because his computer was still acting up. "Thank you."

[getedgy.livejournal.com]

Blaze walked up, throwing out "My name is Blaze" before sitting back down.

'Thank goodness that's over with...'

[twelvebullets.livejournal.com]

Ocelot wrote down her name. "Thank you."

[ghostly-nyx.livejournal.com]

this was another one of those classes that had seemed so interesting to Nyx... not like Math or... math, really.
This was real hands-on shit, y'know... real interesting stuff.
Nothing boring about this class, no denying that. And so, when asked to introduce herself in front of the class, there was no shyness about her.

"Hey. I'm Gastly, but I've been callin' myself Nyx, so people've been pickin' up on that lately. That all I need ta do?"

[twelvebullets.livejournal.com]

"That is fine, thank you." He wrote down her name.

[swordofkings.livejournal.com]

Combat Situations? Hot damn, Poo was all over that. Nothing like strengthening both the body and psyche. It would serve to help further the boy's never ending thirst for bone-breaking training. And hey, even a familiar face was here too.

"I am Prince Poo of Dalaam." He took a habitual bow in front of the class before taking his seat near Jeff.

[twelvebullets.livejournal.com]

"Thank you..." he hesitated. "Err, is that spelled with a u?"

[pudgy-purple.livejournal.com]

Petunia didn't know the first thing about combat situations.

...This was the perfect place to learn!

"My name is Petunia!" She smiled widely, completely unaware what she was in for.

[twelvebullets.livejournal.com]

((Oh dear, this is gonna be good. XD))

"Thank you." He said, gesturing that he got her name.

[theblubbening.livejournal.com]

Ok, deep breaths. He needed combat training more than anything, and this would be a great opportunity t-AHHH SCARY TEACHER.

"...T-Tubba Blubba," he said with rather less self-confidence than the teacher would have liked, no doubt.

[twelvebullets.livejournal.com]

"Thank you." He stated somewhat aggravated. He did not have good feelings about this student.

[sexy-harem.livejournal.com]

Ganondorf sighed and spun a blueish flame around his finger like he was completely bored.

"When do we started doing something interesting?" he asked. "I thought there's be more explosions by now."

[twelvebullets.livejournal.com]

Ocelot ignored his comment and simply stated "Name please", eye twitching.

[prettybunnyboy.livejournal.com]

Despite being still injured, he's so awesome and wants to show up. Wow, go Lop.

However he still makes an ass of himself, getting as comfortable as he can. Which meant crossing his legs on the desk, crossing his paws to look tougher.

However, when it was his turn, he sighed, blowing his scruffy and long hairs in front of his face to the side, walking up. "Meh, I'm Lopunny.." he muttered, acting as if he didn't want to be here at all. Truth was he kinda didn't, but..eh, it was his idea.

[twelvebullets.livejournal.com]

"Thank you." He said, noting Lopunny's injuries and having the decency to excuse him from the first test.

[pkloveomega.livejournal.com]

As nightmarish as the Floro sprout incident had been, it seemed to have been just what Lucas needed to finally spark just a hint of self-confidence. And really... a class that teaches you how to face things without fear is exactly what he needs to nurture that spark.

Even so, he was horribly afraid of public speaking and so his introduction DID NOT GO WELL. Blushing, staring his shoes, dancing nervously on the spot, mumbling... you name it, he did it. "I... I'm Lucas." And no sooner had he stammered that out than he was retreating to his seat on the other side of Jeff, slumping in his seat and burying his burning face in his hands. He would almost prefer beating enemies off with a stick to having everybody's eyes on him.

[twelvebullets.livejournal.com]

"Thank you." Lucas had just blown Tubba's performance out of the water.

[commanderofpigs.livejournal.com]

Claus grinned to himself. Okay there was the Lucas he knew, but whoa, what exactly was he doing in this class? Getting all the help he could, obviously! Probably also had something to do with everything that had happened over the last few days but Claus assumed that went without saying.

The redhead jumped out of his seat and trotted to the front of the room, pivoted and clicked his heels together, standing up straight as if at attention. It wasn't for show, nah, this was sort of second nature for him. "Claus." Then he nonchalantly returned to his seat!

[twelvebullets.livejournal.com]

"Thank you" He said. 'Telling those two apart will be a bitch and a half...'

[knucklejoe.livejournal.com]

Knuckle Joe practically skipped to the front of the class.

"Hello! I am Knuckle Joe! And I want to hold a gun!" He announced to the entire class. Waving at everyone and grinning, he walked back to his place. Surely, he had impressed everyone with his confidence!

[twelvebullets.livejournal.com]

"Thank you." He said, wondering what species of something Joe was.

[musicalawards.livejournal.com]

I will attack you,
Hrrnngh that sort of statement would never go over well with Tony but at least this time the blow had been softened, since Ocelot had been kind enough to make a note of his teaching methods in his introductory journal entry.

"My name is Tony." He wasn't the most self-confident in the room but even with their intimidating instructor looming nearby he'd managed to speak clearly with an average volume. When he sat back down though he slumped down a little, dreading what might come with their next class.

[twelvebullets.livejournal.com]

"Thank you." He said, not seeming to notice just how terrified Tony actually was.

[rainbowend.livejournal.com]

Why a girl as petit looking as Ana was in the class was a given. After her crushing defeat at the hand's of SumaBura's resident dogboy Cane, it was obvious that no one took here presence on the battle field seriously, even if she did shoot lasers out of her hands.

"My name is Ana, sir!" She gave a curtsy before sitting back down.

This Teacher.. he was kinda like the old War Veteran from the Yucca Desert. Maybe he even had a tank she could hi-jack.

[twelvebullets.livejournal.com]

'This girl is tougher than she looks...' He thought, noting how unintimidated she was. "Thank you."

[monotreme-101.livejournal.com]

"Knuckles the Echidna." Knuckles said, walking to the front of the class, head held high... if bruised and stitched up. "And I look forward to the first test."

Public speaking made him nervous. Combat, however, was one of his few loves. He'd been caught off guard during the sprouting incident.... if he'd been more alert he'd not have been brainwashed.

[twelvebullets.livejournal.com]

"Thank you. I shall look forward to the first test." Ocelot said. Either this guy was a suck up or sure of himself. Either way, he liked him already.

[purpleespionage.livejournal.com]

Espio silently walked up to in front of the class and took a light bow towards the students and the teacher.

"Greetings, I am Espio the Chameleon. I am a ninja, and I hope this class will assist me in my trainings. I am part of a team back at my homeland and I deal with stealth-related tasks."

He usually wasn't a type who would talk openly about himself, but it was class introductions.

[twelvebullets.livejournal.com]

Ocelot tried to force his prejudices to the back of his mind as he acknowledged Espio.

[beast-junction.livejournal.com]

"Heya Mr. Mustache!" Roger proclaimed as he strolled to the front, a cocksure yet dopey grin on his face. "I'm Roger Everyteen, and if this is anything like Mr. Headbands' class, then it's going to ROCK. Well, unless you get grumpy like Mr. Headbands does, or can't take a joke like Mr. Shotacon does!" he laughed.
Off to his seat he strolled, almost in a half skip half hop sort of fashion.

[twelvebullets.livejournal.com]

It took every fiber in his being not to kill Rodger on the spot. "Thank you..."

[oso-tigre.livejournal.com]

Kumatora marched to the font of the class and gave everyone a huge grin. If it weren't for the sling her messed-up arm was in, she would have looked more or less invincible.

"HAI GAIZ!" She announced loudly. "I'm Kumatora and I am SO READY for whatever you're gonna throw at me, teach!"

[twelvebullets.livejournal.com]

"Are you quite sure?" Ocelot asked with a very serious face. "That sling puts you at a severe disadvantage." Clearly he did not know who he was talking about.

[multibonk.livejournal.com]

Goombario walked to the front of the class, and gave a quick wave. "Hey. I'm Goombario, and I'm your local Goomba boy in my real form. That should say everything about why I'm here." With nothing else to add, he went back to his seat.

The prospect of a random attack was a bit unnerving, especially after last week, but he was confident with his skills now. Maybe too confident.

[twelvebullets.livejournal.com]

Ocelot withed all chuckling concerning the weakness of a typical Goomba.

"Very well then." He managed to get out.

[mailcalltime.livejournal.com]

Parakarry rushed into the room and nearly crashed into a desk.

"Forgive me...if I'm late...I needed to deliver...something. It...won't happen again..." he panted while giving a polite bow.

[twelvebullets.livejournal.com]

"Since this is the first day I will let you off with a warning, but next time It will count against your attendance grade. Name please?" He said almost automatically.

[the-letter-p.livejournal.com]

((Augh, I would've done this earlier if I didn't have work...D:))

Doopliss scuffled up to the front of the class. Having been acting for quite some time before attending the school, he had no stage fright whatsoever. The main thing that he was worried about was having to tell everyone his name. Out loud. To everybody. (though there were already people who knew his name, but...) There had to be some way to get him out of this without spilling the beans...

Got it!

"My name is Doo-liss!" Doopliss shouted out confidently, then quickly got back to his seat without another word.

[twelvebullets.livejournal.com]

"Thank you." He said while figuring out why he mysteriously couldn't write one letter of his name. Ah well, it didn't really matter.