Physical Education #1 - Alvis Hartmann

[Astrid Sherinian]

Astrid sighed. Really? Someone was going to fuss at a teacher over a comment like that? She had to agree, it was a pretty harsh way to put it, but the teacher had a point. Eggs and physical activity weren't exactly the kind of thing that should go together. He hadn't even told her to get rid of it, just find some way to deal with it so that it wasn't in the way.

Whatever. The teacher was already shaping up to be a grouchy sort, and Astrid knew that type all too well. Even in his defense, she wasn't going to say anything that would add fuel to the fire. Instead, she pondered the question put to the class. "Well, you'd start by avoiding provoking any wild Pokemon. Stealth would be the best thing. Make as little noise as possible, avoid any sudden movements, and slowly get out of the area. Then if you're spotted, the ability to run, get around obstacles, and use them as cover." She had given it a bit of thought during her time in the old mansion in her time near Mana Dorm, mostly because the place was too close-quarters to freely let Quadraxis loose. That was the best thing she could think of, and if it was wrong she would hopefully be corrected on that soon enough.  "And don't try to fight back unless you're prepared to take a Flamethrower to the face."  Which, ideally, would be absolutely never.

[Alvis Hartmann]

Now, Alvis had hoped this class would start off on a good note. This group didn't seem particularly dumb from a quick look. Then again, he already had to yell. Still, the man was optimistic. And yet, his optimism was rewarded with the dumbest girl he had seen in all his year of teaching. The girl had stormed in front of the class as if trying to garner herself attention and began yelling at him. He simply widened his eyes a bit every second as his anger began to grow. His breathing became a bit uneven as well. The sheer stupidity of what this girl was saying nearly made him want to throw something really heavy, really far. Instead, as soon as the girl finished her baseless rant, Alvis dropped his counter-attack. Rules? RULES? Is there a rule that says you shouldn't play football with your egg!? NO! Does that mean I shouldn't yell at someone when they do it!? Believe it or not, punk, we aren't gonna be sitting down in the grass fields PLAYING PATTY CAKE. You're gonna be running, moving, and exercising. I don't need to listen to some dumbass kid crying because she tripped and smashed her egg! Oh, and since you're clearly failing breeding class, EGGS ARE JUST FINE IN YOUR DORMS. Pretty damn sure nobody is gonna come in and smash em for you! Go ahead and ask your breeding teacher! Better yet, I'll tell her to pay really close fucking attention to you since you think running around with an egg in gym is such a smart-ass idea!

This girl. She was going to be fun, assuming she didn't storm out after having a hissy fit. Honestly? Might have been for the better for both of them considering her idea of "fair." Less wasted energy dealing with problem children. Now then, if you don't like my idea of "fair" you can leave. I really don't give a shit. I'll even have Rampy clap for you with his tiny-ass T-Rex arms as you leave! And with that, the man's heartbeat began to return to normal as his attention focused from the girl to the class as a whole. Any further argument from her would likely be ignored. The class had begun to give their ideas of what to do in the face of such an event as the one he mentioned. Hopefully, these kids would restore his faith in the class. After dealing with that kid, he wasn't all that hopeful. He knew it wasn't these kids' fault, of course. There had to be a few good eggs in the bunch. Optimism had its perks. Yet, again, his optimism was quickly dashed as the first kid opened his mouth and said the second stupidest thing he had heard today. Throw rocks? Hit Pokemon with sticks?! Really, kid?! Of course the dumbest of the bunch had to be the first to talk. Tell you what kid. Walking back a bit, the man found a stick on the floor and tossed at the kid's feet. Want to go defend yourself against Rampy now!? Or are you more of a rock guy? He didn't seem to be the only one to have that notion. Another boy seemed to believe the same thing. He had already made his point though. No need to go over it again. It was crystal clear.

Thankfully, the man's optimism paid off as his faith was restored. It seemed the students with sense outnumbered the ones without. A few of the students had good ideas. Good. Some of you have sense. Yes, hiding, sneaking away, and being familiar with the environment all play a part. And as this young lady said, it really all depends on the situation. He had looked at Seria, and then to Tanya at that time. Following that, a large muscular boy gave his piece. The boy. . . didn't look very smart, yet he actually gave some solid points the others didn't. Indeed, physical endurance is always important, even if you don't plan on being hit. Being able to run is always important for when such a situation unfolds. In the event you are injured, sometimes powering through it is the only way. That said, being able to move like lightning always helps prevent that as well. The man smirked a bit as he considered the next portion of the class he had planned, but quickly returned to a serious expression.

Of course, the oddest answer he receive had to be from the tiny blonde girl sitting comfortably on a Shelgon with her legs dangling down. Well. . . you aren't wrong. Assuming you plan right, this situation should ideally not happen. But believe me, Murphy's Law is a bitch. The man nodded at the girl before turning to the rest of the class with a big grin. That is what this class is for, after all. I'm here to teach you to stay safe in such awful situations. My goal is to make you more likely to get out of a bad situation unscathed while hoping that you never find yourself in such a situation. The man wasn't cruel, and honestly cared about the safety of his students. The students who listened? They would benefit from his lessons. Checking his watch, the man sighed. That said, it seems that it's time for our first activity. Bring along your Pokemon you brought since they'll be your partner for this. Walking towards one of the fields he had set up, the man beckoned for the students to follow. Those that are leaving can leave. Everyone who wants class participation can follow me. We're gonna be playing some dodgeball. With a smirk, the man led his class over to the next field to begin their first game.

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