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Captain Falcon ([personal profile] raced_god) wrote in [community profile] smash_logs2009-11-20 11:19 pm

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Who: Falcon, Pit.
What: *~*Private tutoring*~*
When: Friday, November 20th, after school.
Where: Falcon's van office with an awesome couch.
Rating: PG. Also Whit knows nothing about physics here we goooooo

So Pit still sucked at physics.

Falcon had hoped the study party would help, but the whole thing kind of degenerated into a big confusing mess. It was dumb and frustrating, and he kind of wanted to kick Max to the curb for trying to turn it into weight room time. No wonder he was failing the class. Again. At least the session had been a marginal success for a few of them, but Falcon felt bad that his well-intentioned efforts to clear up their current studies had only left some more bewildered.

At least Pit had his priorities straight. If anything, the Captain could give the kid points for trying. Initiative was always a good thing, and it always looked good at the end of the semester when he sat down to figure out grades. He knew Pit cared, and that was a good starting point.

Besides, what was another Friday afternoon? Once classes had ended, Falcon made himself comfortable at his desk, waiting for the inevitable knock on the door.

[identity profile] pitticus.livejournal.com 2009-11-21 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
Surprisingly enough, Pit wasn't all that reluctant to study. He certainly didn't understand the value of physics and complex equations and numbers that made no sense, but there was something nice about the concept of receiving undivided attention from his coach and teacher. He didn't get that often. The angel was determined to make Falcon proud of his ability to learn-

Oh, he hoped he could see this through! There was this twisting suspicion that couldn't be chased away. He knew from personal experience that learning physics was extremely difficult for him, and he needed to pay close attention if he wanted to defeat this monster of incomprehension that threatened his grades. This was a test, he told himself. It was important. Other students understood the mechanics of this subject. He should too. The reward in the end would be better grades, enlightenment, and Falcon's approval.

Just as scheduled, Pit stopped in front of the office door. He hesitated briefly to prepare himself before rapping a few times on the wood. The winged boy stood alert.

[identity profile] pitticus.livejournal.com 2009-11-22 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Pit took a seat on the couch in a delicate movement, his eyes choosing to head straight for Falcon as he got momentarily situated. "Well, I did want to try and clear these things up..." By 'these things', he meant physics- physics of all sorts of dynamics and mechanics and whatever they were called. It didn't help his learning process much to come from a magical world where most modern physics need not apply.

[identity profile] pitticus.livejournal.com 2009-11-22 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Pit swallowed some guilt before admitting (without understanding what a shebang was), "Yeah. The whole sheebane." His eyes went to the floor and traced the terrain of it idly, trying to scrounge up at least what he did remember about physics during this final minute so that he wouldn't come across as a hopeless case in front of his teacher. Class had been today, and he'd paid extra attention for that very reason. However, as the case was for physics, the more Falcon taught, the more questions bloomed inside that little head of his, and if he were to shout every last concern out loud, the whole class would consist of Pit's "Captain! Captain! Captain!" The other students would have many reasons to see him in degraded lights.

[identity profile] pitticus.livejournal.com 2009-11-23 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
A large portion of his fear had been eaten away. His insecurity, alleviated by Falcon's words, quieted down. A small smile alighted on his face and it became easier to look the man in the eyes.

"Hopeless cases like Max?" he joked.

[identity profile] pitticus.livejournal.com 2009-11-23 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah. Well, at least he does. But I think he's stuck on that step." He giggled. Pit knew Max had bad grades, but when he showed up at the tutoring session last week, it became plain as daylight why. Besides, giving someone like Max a bit of a hard time was fun, even if he wasn't present in the room to react.

[identity profile] pitticus.livejournal.com 2009-11-24 07:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Okay!" He scooted closer and peered into the list of curriculum, getting a little dizzy just by being reminded of the intense confusion felt by those topics. He mad a 'hmmmm' noise just so Falcon could tell he was thinking carefully.

He reached over to point out the one he hoped to clarify. "I was always having trouble with unit one... the one with motion. You know, about speed and velocity... um, acceleration... numbers just hurt my brain, so it would help if we took it a bit slower with me, I think. That might just be all I need!" Okay, he felt a bit better. "Thanks for spending time helping me out- I really appreciate it," he blurted with humility.

[identity profile] pitticus.livejournal.com 2009-11-26 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
"So... this is velocity, right?" He spun to the side and would have made a full pivot had he not been sitting down. Many feathers brushed abruptly against Falcon's face. Maybe Pit should have rotated the other direction.

[identity profile] pitticus.livejournal.com 2009-11-26 08:17 am (UTC)(link)
A lightbulb clicked on inside Pit's brain and almost seemed to exude through his expressive blue eyes. He shot to the edge of his seat and cried, "Oh!! I get it!" It made much more sense! "So... let me straighten this out here... Velocity is really two numbers that are divided. So it's...distance divided by speed! Wow, I sure feel dumb now! I can't believe it was that easy!" His jubilation filled the area like a fireplace hugs the room with warmth- he was that invigorated by this epiphany. Physics just got one step less complicated!

[identity profile] pitticus.livejournal.com 2009-11-28 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Great! Got it." As he silently rejoiced some more, Pit clicked open his messenger bag and took out a small light blue notebook with 'notes' scribbled in careful straight-lined scrawls on the front. He flipped it to a blank page, clacked the butt end of his pen, and licked his lips as he brought his point to the paper and etched the equation for velocity very slowly.

He managed to do it correctly from memory, albeit with a little bit of brain strain. He pointed to it and gaped at him as if inquiring to Falcon whether he had it right or not.

[identity profile] pitticus.livejournal.com 2009-12-03 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
Pit's notebook rushed to his chest in one ardent sweep. "Is it ever!" he exulted with flashing eyes. "But with everything else new, I have to take it one notch at a time. Even if it makes my head dizzy." He laughed quietly.

Depressing his notebook from his body, he scribbled down the rest of what Falcon demonstrated for him in simple and easy-to-understand phrases. When he finished, he came up with a new question. "So, can you help me with this problem (http://zebu.uoregon.edu/~probs/mech/circ/Rotacc2/Rotacc2.html)?" he asked as he slanted over to retrieve one of his assignments.

[identity profile] pitticus.livejournal.com 2009-12-04 04:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"Pie?"

Right on the money, Falcon.

He made a pie shape by tracing his fingers in the air.

[identity profile] pitticus.livejournal.com 2009-12-06 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
Nod, nod, nod. That's what he did as Falcon explained. Yeah, it made sense. "So you plug this number into a formula, right? And... say, what does angular velocity look like?"

[identity profile] pitticus.livejournal.com 2009-12-07 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
Click went his active brain. He bumped his fist into the open palm of his other hand. "That's it! Pi is all about circles! Because in angular velocity the object is moving in a circle, we can't forget about Pi!" Okay, so he was basically reciting what Falcon just said, but there was something inside of him that allowed this piece of reasoning comfortable space. Then, he got distracted by one of the artifacts uncovered from the depths of Falcon's desk. "...Wait. Why do you have a shoelace in your desk?"

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