Amy turned toward Diamond, her eyes falling from the medallion to the other girl’s face, then to the grappling hooks on the ground. Her arms and legs were on fire, having pushed herself as hard as she could already. “I’m excellent with a grappling hook, but… Not gonna be much use in the condition I’m in. Care to help a girl out?”

The theatrical way in which the new obstacle was revealed made Diamond roll her eyes, however the task didn’t seem to be that hard, not with her actually saving her strength despite what the teacher wanted. She considered that a sound tactical decision right now. The desired object was hanging by the ceiling. If she put what she had left into it, she could probably form platforms with her semblance to get that high before she completely exhausted herself, but the teacher didn’t want that and she doubted she could cheat stealthily enough, although she wasn’t above cheating if she could get away with it.

Fortunately the help needed appeared by itself. “Certainly. A recovery of a lost item from a safe location. Just like old times.” the ex-thief grinned, eyeballing their options. She could see herself with the grappling hook, but just thinking of pulling up another person made her arms numb. The blocks around of various size and weights would chisel a good bit off of that distance, but stacking them up seemed stupidly dangerous. Of course, she could wrap her shadow around to strengthen the construct, but the teacher frowned upon using semblances in his class to Diamond’s great displeasure. Her mind wisely chose not to consider the poles and pogo sticks.

Snapping her fingers and pointing to one of the bigger boxes, she whispered: “Let’s try stacking something on that one?” she didn’t want anyone else to overhear. Old habits died hard, and her mind was going with the thief analogy. And Diamond couldn’t let anyone get first to what she was stealing.

Amy nodded, moving toward the large box Diamond had indicated, gaze focusing on the gold medallion tied to the ceiling. “So… That box, plus another, smaller one? If we get close enough, we could jump and touch it… Or use a grappling hook to swing toward it, I suppose.” She glanced at Diamond, her eyes looking the other girl up and down. “What are you planning?”

“Like something you see?” Diamond couldn’t help herself when her thief eyes noticed Amy’s all over her. Thinking over the suggestions Amy brought up, Diamond wasn’t entirely sold. “Jumping smells of broken legs, not all of us come with feathers,” she smirked, “The grapple sounds doable, or we could use one for stability while climbing a higher stack.” she said as she scratched her chin.

Of course she pulled jobs where she had to get to high places, but that was usually when her semblance came to aid. But other than that, she was certainly more comfortable using a length of rope than relying on her body alone. The thug didn’t have doubt she could jump that high from the boxes, but she drawn blanks when she thought of how to land with the grace of something else than a brick. Using a rope for balance while they climbed the stack seemed the least physically exerting and above all else, both could reach that the same time. As the ex-thief was heavier, anything else would have her supporting the lighter girl, and she prefered sharing the profit to letting someone else get the loot.

Amy smirked slightly. “The stability idea sounds the best… I don’t want broken bones anymore than you do. So… Just stack this stuff as high as we can, then climb it? Okay…” Amy leaned over to push the box Diamond had indicated, starting to push the box. [color=2e2c2c]She looked over her shoulder at Diamond, making sure the other girl got a very nice view of her butt, then barely winked at her before she moved the box to the best spot to start a stack.[/color]
“Find a box, put it on the stack. Your turn.”

“Much appreciated.” Diamond said, her hand instinctively flying up to tip her hat only to grasp empty air. Measuring the boxes available with her gaze, she found a few that looked sturdy enough and would get them there. On her way to fetch the next one, she also grabbed a length of rope with the hook tied to the end.

Pushing the box to the first one wasn’t a problem, but getting it up there took some effort. She went off to get two of the vaulting poles and made a sort of inclined plane along which she slid the box up. “What, two more? The lighter ones should do now.” Diamond said, dropping the rope near the boxes.

Amy nodded, picking up a box–God, did her arms hurt–and put it on top of the lower box, then pulled herself on top of the lower of the two and put it on the higher one. “Hand me another one. No reason to climb back down so long as I’m here. Particularly because I pretty much can’t feel anything from my arms except pain.”

“Ow, my poor baby. Perhaps you should stop by after classes. See if I picked up something from those golden hands of yours?” Diamond grinned, waving her fingers. She picked up the rope and handed it over to Amy: “See if you can get it up, it’s getting wobbly up there.” Afterwards she turned around and dragged the last box to their stack. Pushing it up before following onto the first box, she carefully stepped on the next one to keep the tower in balance.

“Maybe so.” Amy’s smirk never left her face as she picked up the rope, and with practiced ease threw it over a girder near the medallion. She pulled some of her weight onto the rope, letting the boxes restabilize as Diamond climbed up them. “Okay, so… We’re both gonna climb the rope at the same time? To both the victors go the spoils?”

Looking around to check their competition, diamond was happy to see no one was as far - well, high - as they were. She praised herself for saving her energy. “That’s the idea, unless you intend to be a backstabbing find and throw me off at the last moment.” Diamond smiled, reaching for the rope to help drag herself up the last, dodgy block. She was glad for the support, otherwise she was certain she would have lost balance a long time ago. Wrapping the rope around her right hand, she offered her left to the other girl to help pull her up. Once there, she looked up at the trinket now within their reach. “On three?”

“On three. One, two, three–” And their hands both touched the medallion at the same time, whatever surprise the PE teacher had planned undoubtedly happening. Though, Amy reflected, the PE teacher likely wasn’t going to give them anything.

Sadist.