Chapter Fifteen: The Masquerade
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Steve was, against all odds, pretty good at this. When Sharon, as Asuka, brought down her blade on Steve's, Steve sent himself flying backwards, skidding across the well-oiled planks of the stage, and if Alan didn't know how the sausage was made, he'd swear that the blow was what sent him flying. Finding a way to throw yourself in a direction, while looking like you'd been thrown, was like ventriloquism, or moonwalking – apply “misdirection” to “direction”, and you were good to go, with enough training and good enough timing. There was a bit of subtle motion with Steve's toes, and while the others had been able to intuit what Steve had been doing, his explanations had been completely useless to Alan. This was, partly, to thank for Alan being Gendo in the original formulation of the skit.

Sharon grinned, baring her teeth like Caesar Romero's Joker, and turned her eyes to her next opponent.

The anime club would have been fucked if not for the fact that, in the same office as the Anime Club, the Gamer's League, and the International Socialist Union, there resided the Theater Club. The Theater Club, like the rest of them, was an outcast, despite their official-looking posters. The real theater productions of the Pioneer College were run out of the Theater major, which contributed exactly zero members to the theater club. It was an issue of supply and demand. If you were part of the Theater major, your demands were being met by the major itself. So, the Theater Club was made up of people who loved stage productions, but hadn't had the good sense to enroll themselves in an appropriate major. But this worked to the Anime Club's advantage.

Have you ever met someone “into photography”? The phraseology is important: Not a photographer, but someone “into photography”. The common wisdom says “Those who can't do, teach”, but the actual application is that “those who can't do, buy expensive semi-professional equipment and outfit themselves with knowledge above and beyond what anyone actually involved in their passion would use”. The Theater Club was like that. Beyond just supplying the Anime Club with blood-filled squibs and masking tape, they gave them all a crash-course in makeup, costuming, and stage combat. Steve had taught them exactly what he learned – how to pull off stunts in mid-90s episode of Power Rangers. The Theater Club had gone far beyond. Few people could parse a Bob Anderson swordfighting scene quite the way fanboys like the Theater Club could. While Steve could pull off individual moves, the Theater Club had taught them the ways of multi-person stage combat.