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Who: Errybody
What: HOT SPRINGS: HOT SPRINGS EDITION
Where: Hot springs. Different hot springs. Not the hot springs that turned everyone into six year olds.
When: March 25th - March 29th
Warnings: Cursed springs. Sex swapping.

Right outside the resort is the main attraction, a collection of natural hot springs, separated by gender with a co-ed spring in the middle. Despite it being late March, there's still a dusting of snow on the ground, making the warm springs all the more inviting.

If the main resort area is too crowded for you, there are whispers of a secluded, private spring down a secret path. It's supposed to be very nice--if you can find it.

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There was another tip of her head, a single nod to confirm her assumption. "Biomech and Armed Weaponry."

Wouldn't be the first time long-time students had little knowledge of her class. Some students had never even seen a gun before in their entire life, let alone handle one in her class. From her visits with Kanto, Pokemon themselves seemed to replace the need for firearms for all their spectacularly versatile (and destructive) abilities. Mostly, anyway. Wouldn't put it past any of the other supernatural shape-shifting creatures in the same vein.

Much the same, Samus knew the student's face, knew she was a student and if she had to make an educated guess from the head ornaments and unusually colored hair and eyes, not likely "human". That was fine, and she felt at ease in her presence; Samus wasn't entirely "human" either.

"It's never too late to sign up if you're interested." She offered.

What and what.

Except Voile didn't ask because she was pretty sure even with an explanation, she wouldn't get it at all. It just sounded complicated and she wasn't good with anything that was complex. Because she was complex.

Instead, she blinked as she listened to Samus and somewhere along the lines of thought, she'd begun to play with her hair. There certainly was a lot of it and in the event that she felt a little unguarded, she could always hide beneath it. Although she supposed in hindsight, that would have made her seem not only uninteresting, but also quite the glaring vulnerability. Not that Voile ever would have claimed to be anything in the category as possibly formidable.

"I..." she began somewhat weakly, wondering if she should just be honest or play a modest card. "...have no idea what any of that is. I-I mean, weaponry speaks for itself. I don't know how to use anything like that and..." So maybe it was better just to get to the core of things. "What... exactly do you instruct?" Because the more she thought about it, the more she believed Samus was teaching her students how to use some kind of weaponry.

Samus knew intimidation when she saw it, and it always felt like a jab in the back of her neck knowing how effortlessly she could be intimidating, without even thinking about it, without even trying. Made worse by the fact she never learned to remedy it, and subsequently stopped caring, which consequently probably makes her seem even more intimidating.

"Armed Weaponry is learning how to use long-range weapons." She answered dryly and factually, with no condescending tone. "I used to teach a broad spectrum when I first came here--anything from guns to bows and arrows, but as more faculty has been hired, I focus more on guns. It's what I'm most familiar with."

She paused only to assess the other woman's reactions, or if what she was saying seemed to make any sense before continuing.

"Biomech is short for Biomechanical Engineering. It's... a bit more of a hobby for me. I teach what it means to integrate technology with biology. Prosthetic limbs, cybernetics..."

There was a slightly longer pause this time, just a fraction of a second longer. More importantly her stoic face cracked; her brows furrowed, subtle as it was. "...Bioweaponry."

Guns. Something Voile knew nothing about and she was pretty sure that was obvious in her expression. But she listened intently because at the bare core of it all, it was rather interesting. She had nothing against knowledge and Samus certainly seemed to have a lot on it. But was knowledge really knowledge if she didn't understand?

She saw the way Samus' expression changed over time as she spoke. Was... this bioweaponry something she was passionate about? The gardevoir wasn't sure she wanted to start prying into feelings in any form. Not for this woman. Some things were not for her to know and she doubted Samus would appreciate it much if she started digging around in either the mental or emotional dealings she had going on.

Voile couldn't tell if she readily could do such a thing anyway.

"That... actually sounds very fascinating. Notably I don't understand every part of it, but I'd not considered crossing technology and biology. I suppose... I am more biologically adept. I don't really know anything about technology." Then she smiled sheepishly, "I only got one of those cute... mobile devices a couple months ago, and I've been here for a few years. It's a little silly."

If Voile took even the briefest of peaks, it would become readily apparent that the words alone invoked a lot of conflict and turmoil in the bounty hunter. Not all of it was necessarily bad, but it was something she could get passionate about very quickly. The Metroids were used as bioweapons. The Pirates used Metoids. The Federation used Metroids. The Federation used her. Samus herself was technically one too... bad, and good?

It was a touchy subject.

"A phone?" Samus guessed. "This planet still has a long way to come in terms of technology, comparatively to what I'm used to." It wasn't bragging so much as observation.

"There's been some surprises for me down here though." She elaborated, "Pokeballs, for example."

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