"Oreo. Oreo and Banana. What is this, a dessert parlor?" Peter said, idly.
"Not when there's a rock in it, it's not." Alex said, his mouth twitching as he fought to not laugh.
"Ha ha, very funny." Peter said, elbowing Alex hard in the ribs.
"I've taken Latin classes since I was five. I could get a doctorate in it if I wanted to." Aery said. "It's useful in medicine, and it's also a beautiful language to speak in."
"I learned Latin because it's the root of almost half of the world's languages." Peter said.
"I learned it just... because. I was bored one summer." Alex mumbled. Kyle and Jon and Adam nodded in agreement. "And we'd miss out on so many good jokes if we didn't speak it. Like Bananas."
Aery rolled her eyes and was saved from answering by the elevator dinging and spitting them out into a pristine white tile hallway. She trotted off down the very long hallway, slowly picking up her pace until she was all-out running, laughing. She bounced into a handspring, giggling, landing on her feet and continuing running, turning down another hall.
With a whoop Peter followed her, the other boys streaming after him. "Come on, Oreo, or you'll get lost!" Peter shouted.
When they stopped running, panting only slightly, Aery opened a bright blue door. "Come on, then. Weapons closets are on the right, organized from long-range nearest the door to pure melee on the far wall. First-aid room is on the left." She motioned inside to where there were bright blue mats laid on the floor and a ring of flexible fencing (like the rope in the boxing rings) set up. She went to the racks of weapons, looking only slightly longingly at the atlatl, only slightly longingly at the throwing knives. A foam practice sword... Maybe. Nah, not against that rope dart. In the end she settled on an unlikely combination of devices: A light bamboo stave, about six feet long, and two coils of thin rope (one maybe ten feet long, the other about five) with a handle on one end and a light weight on the other. Not quite like a rope-dart, rather designed to be the kind of thing to wrap around a person's ankle and yank them off their feet. As a real weapon the stave would probably have a blade on one end. Or at least a steel cap to be hard enough to hit someone with. And the rope would have tiny barbs on it to tear flesh, if need be. But that would only be as a real weapon, and these were just ideas she needed to test.
"Not when there's a rock in it, it's not." Alex said, his mouth twitching as he fought to not laugh.
"Ha ha, very funny." Peter said, elbowing Alex hard in the ribs.
"I've taken Latin classes since I was five. I could get a doctorate in it if I wanted to." Aery said. "It's useful in medicine, and it's also a beautiful language to speak in."
"I learned Latin because it's the root of almost half of the world's languages." Peter said.
"I learned it just... because. I was bored one summer." Alex mumbled. Kyle and Jon and Adam nodded in agreement. "And we'd miss out on so many good jokes if we didn't speak it. Like Bananas."
Aery rolled her eyes and was saved from answering by the elevator dinging and spitting them out into a pristine white tile hallway. She trotted off down the very long hallway, slowly picking up her pace until she was all-out running, laughing. She bounced into a handspring, giggling, landing on her feet and continuing running, turning down another hall.
With a whoop Peter followed her, the other boys streaming after him. "Come on, Oreo, or you'll get lost!" Peter shouted.
When they stopped running, panting only slightly, Aery opened a bright blue door. "Come on, then. Weapons closets are on the right, organized from long-range nearest the door to pure melee on the far wall. First-aid room is on the left." She motioned inside to where there were bright blue mats laid on the floor and a ring of flexible fencing (like the rope in the boxing rings) set up. She went to the racks of weapons, looking only slightly longingly at the atlatl, only slightly longingly at the throwing knives. A foam practice sword... Maybe. Nah, not against that rope dart. In the end she settled on an unlikely combination of devices: A light bamboo stave, about six feet long, and two coils of thin rope (one maybe ten feet long, the other about five) with a handle on one end and a light weight on the other. Not quite like a rope-dart, rather designed to be the kind of thing to wrap around a person's ankle and yank them off their feet. As a real weapon the stave would probably have a blade on one end. Or at least a steel cap to be hard enough to hit someone with. And the rope would have tiny barbs on it to tear flesh, if need be. But that would only be as a real weapon, and these were just ideas she needed to test.