<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Monday, January 13th – 2:00pm</strong></span><br/><em><strong>COMBAT CLASS</strong> - Back of the Cathedral near the “junk piles.”</em></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a9/Jinxasym.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong>Gigi Dias<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>This (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/97/20/55/97205587272dc3d726785fd0f02782d9.jpg)<br/><strong>DOING:</strong>Teaching?<br/><strong>NOTE:</strong>None<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>OPEN<br/><hr/><br/>Gigi had been wracking her brain since Marley had informed her that she needed to cover the Monday afternoon combat training.  She had been certain Marley was joking.  She wasn’t.  It could have been any other course and Gigi would have been fine stumbling her way through it, but to be completely honest Gigi kinda sucked at combat.  She could protect herself well enough, at least enough for her to make like a rabbit and bounce away, but when it came to teaching anyone about the finer parts of mangling another human being, she had nothing.  Zip, zero, nada and another work that meant she didn’t know shit about shit.<br/><br/>So she finally settled on go with what you know and came up with an idea that she really hoped would work.  Gigi dressed comfortably but nothing like her usual I <3 Taco’s tank-top (with two tacos making up the heart). She wore gray heathered, loose fitting yoga pants that gathered at the ankles and a dark sports top/bra.  She was probably going to have to move a lot in some cases and if this class took a bad turn wanted to have some protection from scuffs.  This wasn’t just going to test the other students but it was going to tax her abilities as well.  She was going to get one hell of a workout from this even if she stayed still (probability below 5%). She paused at the back door and took a deep breath that wasn’t nearly as steady as she wished it was.  The class was waiting, she could see them standing in the field and it looked like an instructor or two had shown up for it as well, cause that didn’t add any more pressure.<br/><br/>“Look at it this way.  If you royally fuck this up they won’t ask you to do it again.” She muttered. It didn’t help.  Another deep breath and she stepped out of the doorway.  Gigi walked quickly over to the group to stand in what she decided was the front of the class where Marley usually stood.  She gave a quick smile to Gia, but tried her best to not think about their date or what had happened no matter how happy it made her.  She didn’t want to blush in front of everyone and look like a dufus.  She gave a wave and said hello to those that greeted her when she walked up, but once she was in front of everyone she cleared her throat so it didn’t crack and raised it so everyone could hear her.<br/><br/>“Marley asked me to take over the class for the day, so why don’t we all fall in for a second so I can tell you what we are going to be doing.”  There were some looks exchanged. Some probably thought it was one of Gigi’s pranks and were a little slow to follow directions.<br/><br/>“Come on crowd in.  It’s only going to get hotter the longer we are standing out here.” She tried to sound authoritative and they eventually did as she asked.  “Great.  For those of you that are new.  I’m Gigi.  I also answer to Jinx.  Now if you would please follow me.” She instructed and led the group away from the open field towards the back fence were the salvage boneyard was.  The ground was hard packed dirt with a soft layer of finely ground power where it was traveled a lot by vehicles tires and feet.  There were sorted piles of wood, metal and plastic in areas and a couple of stacks of old car bodies that the garage used for spare parts. Bricks were stacked on pallets and old appliances were too.  It wasn’t a large maze but it was enough junk to get in peoples way, break line of site here and there and filled with all sorts of possible disaster.  It was the perfect spot for what Gigi wanted to do.  She turned around once they arrived and trying to look serious addressed the group again.<br/><br/>“Today we are going to see how well you can adapt when things don’t go your way.  We often practice in a controlled environment that is optimal to showcase our abilities.  That is all fine and dandy but not very realistic.  Rarely do you get to pick the where and when to get attacked, or how the environment might react to power.”  Sometimes training reminded Gigi of those old self defense classes people took before the Eclipse where the instructor would come out you with a fake knife raised above their head dramatically and give their victim all the time and opportunity to defend themselves in the pre-approved appropriate way.<br/><br/>“Today you are going to have to adapt when the fight turns against you.  The lesson is in itself simple.  I will be standing over there,” Gigi pointed to a spot on the other side of the boneyard. “All you have to do is go through the salvage yard and tag me.”  She could tell immediately what people were thinking.  Gigi had studied the dossier on all of the students and teachers. Many of them she had been forced to fight with or at least train with.  All of those tendencies were processed and calculated in Gigi’s computer like brain.  She knew who preferred ranged combat to melee. Who always started with an energy burst and who like to set up a haymaker with a left jab.  They were already thinking of how their abilities would be used to touch Gigi without even being near her. The numbers danced before her eyes.<br/><br/>“However.” She added with a bit of a dramatic pause.  “You have to actually touch me.  Powers that strike me do not count and if you hurt me you fail.  If it helps think of me as a bystander in need of rescue.  They rarely do the sensible thing under pressure and are often completely unpredictable.  Your powers can be used in other ways to help you achieve your goal as long as you follow those rules. Any questions?”<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Posting Rules</div><div class="spoiler_body">]So this is how I see this working.  You will write a post that details how you achieve or fail at the lesson.  Gigi will be using her probability vision and probability manipulation powers to interfere with your goal.  This will present itself as bad luck for you and good luck for her, sometimes ridiculously so.  This is meant to be a fun, comical lesson with a purpose.  Adaptability.  Please use the environment to assist and interfere with your objective.  Things falling down to block your way, a gust of wind kicking dust into your face just when you are about to achieve your goal.  Gigi slipping and falling just as you are about to reach her and disappearing behind a pile of junk before she runs away.  You can have energy beams trying to block her retreat bounce off an old mirror and reflect back at you.  Make it a keystone cops style post. The goofier the better.<br/><br/>When you have your post written send it to me so I can review.  I am trusting you to god mod Gigi a little here so I will have final approval of your post and may ask you to modify it if I think you succeed to easily, have Gigi act in a way that I find out of character or touch her in a way I find inappropriate.  This is not an excuse to grope her.  A simple touch on the shoulder or slap on the back will do to finish up the scene.<br/><br/>If people want to tag team on a post that is fine.  Two players can do so, but no more.  They should still come up with only one post and submit it to me.<br/><br/>Do not post that it is your character’s turn in the scene until I approve your scene AND tell you it is your turn to post.  I may follow up with a post from Gigi if I feel I need to and have the time, but I will not be following up on every post.  Do not feel left out if you do not get a reply or reaction from me, it isn’t personal.<br/><br/>For those that are watching the training session feel free to post side conversations with the other students and comment on the events as they happen.  If you have any questions please ask them in OOC </div></div>