Office Hours, Wednesday, 8/5

[tyler_gone]

Tyler wasn't normally in his office on Wednesdays, but this wasn't exactly a normal week.

He'd lost time. Flickered out like a light in the middle of a conversation with Tony, watched for a couple minutes, then either gone home and gone to bed (which he ... sort of vaguely remembered, in a 'power of suggestion' way) or gone to Caritas and acted like beer alone would keep him alive (which he didn't remember at all). The taste in his mouth suggested it was the second one.

Thanks, Evil Twin. He slammed back a couple aspirin, brewed a large pot of coffee and tried to focus on his class proposal for the next semester.

[OOC: Open office, sure!]

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[puppy_fair]

"Yeah, but when the alligator things invaded, I wasn't allowed to leave the classroom," Zack pointed out. "It all depends on the teacher, I guess. Next time there's an invasion, I'd probably be better off getting out there and fighting, and maybe... leaving a note, taking the detention for it later."

Zack wasn't a fan of getting in trouble for doing the right thing. But he'd take the trouble if it meant that the right thing would get done.

[tyler_gone]

"It probably helps that I see a lot of you in Fight Club," Tyler mused. "I have a good sense of who can handle themselves and who would just go out and get killed."

"Who wouldn't let you go?"

[puppy_fair]

"Professor Mitchell," Zack replied, shrugging his shoulders lightly. "It was Teevee class, so I guess he's probably just the kind of guy who isn't used to that sort of situation, or the idea that people really do this kinda thing."

Oh, Zack. Oh, poor, deluded Zack.

[tyler_gone]

"Don't know him," Tyler admitted. "He's English, right? Irish or something? They're all weird about violence up there, unless you're drunk when you're doing it."

And so he cheerfully slurred an entire country.

[puppy_fair]

"I have nooo idea," Zack admitted with a shake of his head. "He's got an accent that I can't really place, him and Arthur both. All I know about this world is that French people eat snails, and in some place called Asia a long time ago, their warriors wore funny hats and lit camels on fire."

And so Zack cheerfully added his own interesting world views to the table.

[tyler_gone]

"I'm pretty sure it's English," Tyler said. (What? Like he could tell an English accent from an Irish one if you paid him.) "But Arthur's, like ... before it was England. Something like that. Anyhow, it's an island way, way, way" -- he gestured -- "that way. They owned America until we kicked them out."

He added, "Why did they light camels on fire?" He wasn't arguing the funny hats.

[puppy_fair]

Oooh. Educational conversation! Score!

"To scare some ephalants," Zack replied. "Elephants? Really big animals decked out in war gear, so that they'd trample the other guys instead."

See? He so knew stuff!

[tyler_gone]

"Elephants," Tyler agreed. "Makes sense if you don't think about the poor camels."

Tyler ... was not so concerned about the camels.

"That's a really random thing to know," he added.

[puppy_fair]

"Fiona told me about it," Zack noted. "Trying to teach me about how doing the unexpected makes for surprises."

He did look amused at that wording, yes.

"She's going over books with me, for the reserves. So I don't miss anything important, I guess. I probably wouldn't light any animals on fire. I don't even know what a camel looks like."

[tyler_gone]

"People get surprised when you don't do what they expect," Tyler repeated, looking about as amused as Zack was. "That's good to know. Also, when you're predictable? They can figure out what you're going to do."

He rested his chin on his hand, feeling more solid in himself than he had these last few days. "I don't keep up with reserves. Do you guys do a lot of strategy work? And a camel's like a horse with a long neck, a sheep's head, and two humps on its back."

[puppy_fair]

"... Weird animal," Zack decided, blinking. And then he shrugged and nodded. "We've been trying to work out strategies, yeah. We covered guerilla tactics and laying traps last week, and making ourselves familiar with unfamiliar terrain the week before. This week, we took it pretty easy. Just some trust building stuff. And fruit."

The fruit was arguably the most important part of the entire meeting. Seriously.

[tyler_gone]

"Fruit probably tasted pretty good, after ..." Yeah. After. "I'm not conventional military, but I respect what you guys are doing with it, Seems like it came in handy a couple of times."

[puppy_fair]

Zack gave a little grin, finally starting to munch on his Oreo.

"Most of us aren't conventional military," Zack noted. "I mean, I am, more or less. But then we have members like Turtle, who wants to be able to make sure she can handle herself if a situation gets rough. Or Blysse and Blind Seer, who aren't military, they're wolves."

Mmm, cookie.

"I have to say, your Fight Club is kinda doing the same, to some degree. We teach tactics, yeah, but it does a world of good to be able to throw a punch and take one, too."

[tyler_gone]

"Fight Club's mostly about catharsis," Tyler said. "Now, you ask Professor Atreides, she'll say something different. But really we're there so people can learn to throw a punch, learn to get hit, and learn to keep going When I started it the first time, I'd never been in a fight. Didn't want to die without any scars, you know?"

Ah, Fight Club philosophy. They might be there for days.

[puppy_fair]

Zack could babble about fighting for catharsis for the rest of his life.

He was standing there with a bit of a shiner and a bruise on his cheek from yesterday's spar with Arthur, after all.

"It's something you throw yourself into, because doing it reminds you that you're still alive," Zack decided. "That's part of why I love being in SOLDIER so much. I mean, it's helping people, and I'm going to be a hero someday," sssh, don't crush the dream, "and it's a good job to be doing, sure. But it keeps you moving, too."

[tyler_gone]

"You don't wanna be the one standing there looking stupid when real shit happens," Tyler said. "I respect that. And if you get a little cut up doing it, you heal."

He eyed the bruise carefully. "So, did you feel better after your last match?"

[puppy_fair]

Zack lifted a hand to idly prod at his cheek.

"This? Was probably the best wake-up call I could have asked for. I mean, I woke up to the invitation to this fight. Arthur is always a good opponent, too. He's not super-strong or anything, but he analyzes when he fights. I... don't so much. I'm working on that." He grinned. "There are some bigger, nastier bruises under my shirt. And he got my nose to bleed again. It was a good match."

[tyler_gone]

"It's been a while since Arthur got an assigned match," Tyler observed. "We probably owe him one."

And that was something to keep in mind for Sunday.

"But it's good to know strengths and weaknesses," he added. "Me, I'm never going to overpower with muscle, but I can keep going a long time and don't mind if I get hurt. I always end up bleeding if I really get into it, anyhow."

[puppy_fair]

"And me, I'm... stronger than a lot of the students my age," Zack shared. "And I can take a beating. That's part of the job, too. If you have a problem with getting hurt, then throwing yourself into a spar probably isn't really a good idea in the first place."

Duh, Zack.

"I try not to put all of my muscle into matches at Fight Club unless I know that the people there can take it, though. I'm not in it to take people down, I just like the action."

There was a note in his voice that suggested that if he were in it to take people down, most of them probably wouldn't be getting up again.

[tyler_gone]

"Thanks for holding back," Tyler said sincerely. "We've only sent two people to the clinic ever. I like keeping those stats up."

[puppy_fair]

"They're good stats to have," Zack agreed. "I've got some healing items that I could bring with me in case someone gets hurt again, if you'd like. A potion may or may not heal someone completely, but if nothing else, it'll keep them long enough to get them to the clinic."

Which wasn't a way of suggesting that it'd be awesome if he was allowed to pummel people into the floor, no. It was him actually offering some potions in case people got stupid and didn't know when to quit.

[tyler_gone]

"Not a bad idea," Tyler noted. "We have a healer, Ronan, but he's going to have to be off the island soon. A little more firepower couldn't hurt."

[puppy_fair]

Oh, awesome. Zack grinned a little, resisting the urge to bounce on his toes at that.

"Well, then I'll come in with a bunch of them this Sunday, maybe. They're really easy for me to get my hands on, after all. The company sells them to us, back home, so I could order just shy of a hundred and have them overnight!"

Yay!