The Great Hero Hamel (
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Who: Emil and Russel
When: February 7th, during school
Where: LCHS
What: Emil is up to no good. Russel tries to stop him and gets caught up in the mess.
Warnings: Excessive stupidity
Building a potato gun wasn’t too hard. There were what, a million internet guides? And you could buy materials everywhere. Emil has dedicated the last few evenings to assembling one and he was rather pleased with the results. All that was left is testing it (don’t get him wrong, he loves water balloons as much as the next person but it’s time to branch out).
Instead of being in English class like he was supposed to, he sat on a table in the empty courtyard, looking over the masterpiece. Next to him was a bag full of different vegetables. It’s called potato gun, sure, but he mustn’t rule out yams or eggplants! This was a scientific experiment and Emil took it very seriously.
He loaded the gun with a potato, aimed and --
”Whoa!”
The projectile shot out and hit a trash can so hard it toppled over, garbage scattering everywhere. This is awesome, he didn’t expect it to go this far! Still, a few adjustments are needed, Emil had a feeling aiming it at people wouldn’t be so well received as water balloons. Maybe with a different projectile… he peeked inside the bag, trying to decide what vegetable is next.
When: February 7th, during school
Where: LCHS
What: Emil is up to no good. Russel tries to stop him and gets caught up in the mess.
Warnings: Excessive stupidity
Building a potato gun wasn’t too hard. There were what, a million internet guides? And you could buy materials everywhere. Emil has dedicated the last few evenings to assembling one and he was rather pleased with the results. All that was left is testing it (don’t get him wrong, he loves water balloons as much as the next person but it’s time to branch out).
Instead of being in English class like he was supposed to, he sat on a table in the empty courtyard, looking over the masterpiece. Next to him was a bag full of different vegetables. It’s called potato gun, sure, but he mustn’t rule out yams or eggplants! This was a scientific experiment and Emil took it very seriously.
He loaded the gun with a potato, aimed and --
”Whoa!”
The projectile shot out and hit a trash can so hard it toppled over, garbage scattering everywhere. This is awesome, he didn’t expect it to go this far! Still, a few adjustments are needed, Emil had a feeling aiming it at people wouldn’t be so well received as water balloons. Maybe with a different projectile… he peeked inside the bag, trying to decide what vegetable is next.
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And he just so happened to have the misfortune of crossing the courtyard at exactly the wrong time.
One minute everything was as it should be, and the next--disaster. Russel ground to a halt, slowly turning his gaze down to himself. Thankfully(?) the trash can's assault hadn't landed anything above his waist, but--
Was that a spaghetti sauce stain? On his white wool coat?!
Don't mind him Emil, he's just going to stand here in quiet, horrified shock for a minute.
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No, not audience - a casualty. And the guy was just standing there, gawking like an idiot and letting the stain dry on his nice white coat...
Naturally, Emil thought it was hilarious.
"Hey, tomato sauce," he called, laughing. "Gimme back my potato, it's right behind you."
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And then it clicked. This guy was the person responsible. "Get your own potato!" Russel shouted back. "Shouldn't you be in class right now?!"
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He loaded the gun with a pineapple and aimed - well away from Russel.
"Come on, don't make me go all the way there."
And boom.
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He realized, just a little too late, what Emil was doing with that pineapple. He quickly ducked behind the nearest bit of cover--the overturned trashcan--and covered his ears. That was what you were supposed to do when people started shooting fruit at you, right?
He heard it hit...something. Cautiously, he glanced out to see the pineapple splattered across one of the tables. Safe! For now. His courage bolstered by having avoided the attack (Russel he wasn't even aiming at you), he leaned out over the trashcan, one arm braced against it and the other pointing at Emil. "Knock it off! You could seriously hurt someone, you know!"
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"What crawled up your ass," he said, rolling his eyes. "I'm not gonna hurt anyone, that's why I'm out here testing it when everyone's inside. I'm practicing gun safety."
Not that he knows that first thing about gun safety, but it sounded legit, right?
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"That's not what gun safety means!" Not that...Russel knew much about gun safety, himself. But he was pretty sure he was right about that one.
He couldn't walk away and let Emil keep shooting fruit at school property. His options were to slink away and tell someone with some authority, or try to handle it himself. And, well, Russel preferred to do things the
stupiddirect way whenever possible.He vaulted over the trash can, running at Emil with the intent of grabbing the gun and wresting it away from him.
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Seriously, what was this guy’s problem? Emil worked hard on the gun and he had no intention of giving it up without a fight… except that he was pretty sure Russel was a football player and a close encounter had the potential to hurt.
So he opted for running awa - perform tactical maneuvers. Which meant he reached in the bag, tossed an eggplant at Russel and jumped off the table, clutching his toy.
Emil has always had a good aim.
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Russel, on the other hand, let out a cry--surprise? dismay? pain? all three, probably--and reeled back, hands over his face. Thankfully, due to the increased durability from one of his Echoes, Russel, much like the eggplant, didn't suffer any actual damage. Aside from the fact that it really fucking hurt, that is.
It also pissed him off. Throwing eggplants at people, seriously, who does that?!
The distraction bought Emil only a few seconds at best. When he recovered, Russel snatched the eggplant from the ground, intent on returning it.
As a football player, he had plenty of practice at throwing oddly-shaped projectiles. Emil wasn't the only one with good aim.
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-- or not, because three seconds later the eggplant hit his back in a perfect bullet pass. Fucking jocks. And unlike Russel, Emil didn’t have the physique of a Looney Tunes character - he cried out and stopped, doubling over in pain. Who knew vegetables can hurt so bad, it felt like he bruised his spine…
“What the fuck, man?!” He turned angrily on Russel, pointing the gun at him. Since it wasn’t loaded and Emil was having a hard time standing straight, it didn’t look very threatening.
The eggplant rolled on the asphalt, forgotten. It looked in a better shape than Emil.
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Whoops. He had definitely let his temper get away from him there. He hadn't meant to actually hurt the guy.
But just as he opened his mouth to ask if Emil was okay, Emil had to go and point the damn gun at him. Not loaded, probably, but it was the principle of the thing! He was obviously trying to be threatening (and failing), and that was enough to dissolve Russel's sympathy and kick his temper back in. "Don't dish it out if you can't take it, asshole!"
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“You used excessive force,” he whined, indignantly. It was the only explanation for why Russel just brushed off the eggplant to the face while Emil was too sore to stand upright. “You’re a football player, right? You can’t use passes on people, there’s a reason you guys wear protective gear!”
He waved his right hand around for emphasis, gun flailing around. “A jock using his skills to hurt another student… that’s bullying you know!”
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Maybe he had used excessive force? Maybe he was throwing his weight around like a jerk? Maybe--maybe he should've gotten a teacher instead of trying to handle this himself?!
"But that's-- I-I wasn't-- I mean--" he sputtered, in a futile attempt to defend himself.
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He huffed.
“Well you did,” he grumbled. The annoyance was genuine - that eggplant had bruised his pride too, not just his back. “And it really hurt. How’d you feel if I shot you in the back with this gun instead of at the table?”
Emil conveniently ignored the fact he probably would’ve try human targets if he ever figured out how to adjust it to “no actually serious injuries” level.
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"So--so maybe," he continued, gaining some steam, recovering his indignation, "you should think about how I feel!"
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Let's just...not talk about why he was able to shrug off that eggplant to the face. Ignore it and maybe the guy will forget.
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He gave Russel a smug smile, seemingly unaware that's not how things work.
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He wanted his grocery bag back. He bought all the materials with his own money and while he had an employee discount, he had no intentions of letting it go to waste. These were perfectly good vegetables and he won’t just throw them away.
Emil went back to the tables, giving Russel a wary look. He better not try something funny…!
The teacher coming over from the side went completely unnoticed.
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Oh no. Oh no. Russel couldn't allow him to get his ammunition back, that could only end in disaster. Without hesitation, he sprinted to the table, hoping to beat Emil there and snatch the bag away before he could grab it.
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“Let go!” He shouted, trying to yank it back from Russel’s grasp.
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He planted a foot against the bench for leverage and yanked back; they were, essentially, locked in the dumbest ever game of tug-of-war. "You let go! As if I'd let you keep defacing school property with this!"
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The teacher stood to the side for a moment and watched this little scene unfold. Only one question remained: would he be noticed or are teenage skills of observation really that bad? Going with answer b for $500, Bob. Engaging in a fight over a... bag of groceries (??) seemed have made them oblivious to everything else. An irate sigh escaped him as he finally made his presence known. Teenagers grumble grumble. "A noble decree, however it won't spare you from the punishment both of you are going to receive."
A nice and kinda scary glare followed from Mr. Locke, who stood a short distance away with arms folded across his chest. Disapproval practical radiated off the guy in waves. Okay, he was a kid once and did stupid shit, but this? This went beyond that.
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He was used to getting in trouble and knew punishment was probably unavoidable. But no matter how obvious the evidence was, Emil always reacted the same way when caught - denying everything.
"We're just having a friendly disagreement, Mr. Locke" he said, still clutching the bag. "I wasn't doing anything."
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