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[ OOC~ Backdated to... a reasonable amount of time before the 'home' event start!

Regardless of the rather strange act of making sure to sneak in without anyone noticing at first, Claire Farron has now decided that she won't be hard to find any more- at least for now. There's a very distinctive, pink-haired presence around Balamb Garden again, and though most of what she's up to currently - making sure her rooms are in order, going through any changes that have taken place since her last visit before missions... make no mistake. The school's latest new Instructor is definitely eying up wandering students and anyone else who happens to pass her by as well.

And she's obviously, almost painfully tense, looking very severe in her dark, form-fitting clothing as she stalks the lobby, dorm, and classroom areas with broody purpose and a stack of various folders in-hand. Every time she bothers to take pause, her arms are crossed, posture stiff. Yes, she knows perfectly well that they are around here somewhere, and the idea that they've been allowed to teach and train here makes her blood boil. Time has done very little to fade the dark feelings she has towards the cursed Pulse l'Cie from her home.

Although "Lightning" won't really object to others coming to talk to her too, her sharpness is palpable- when it comes down to it, she knows that either she will find them... or they will find her. It's just a matter of when... and she might as well get it over with, in addition to 'greeting' those she'll be spending time near from here on in general. ]

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[ Oh Garden... apparently, today is just not Claire's day for normalcy. She's just about to pass John by entirely when she notices... he's not exactly the best example of a well-grounded child right now, is he?

The clipped sound of her boots comes to an abrupt stop, her pale eyes half-lidded as she turns her head to look down at him. No, by no stretch of the imagination is that the weirdest thing she's ever seen, but... ]

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[He seems to have not noticed Claire, rather he scrunches his face at the paper and pushes up his glasses.]

I guess if I majored in magic I could still take the weapons elective...

Man, this is hard.

[Oh wait is that the feeling of being watched. He looks up.]

Oh.

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... You're free to take any of the electives regardless of what you specialize in, so long as you have the time for it.

[ Significant pause, and then as if this actually needs to be asked: ] Are you a new cadet?

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[Oh crap he must be talking to a teacher. He does his best to not look embarrassed.]

Pretty obvious, huh?

[He hasn't stopped floating though.]

Are you an instructor?

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[ Claire is... not-so-concerned with his embarrassment. In fact, she keeps glancing aside every so often like she's looking for something, demeanor and expression tight. At the question, however, she inclines her head slightly. ]

Yes. Instructor Claire Farron. Military Movement, Advanced Firearms and Projectiles.

[ And... ignoring how odd it feels to be saying that- almost like she's introducing someone other than herself right now. The strangeness isn't helped by the fact that this boy is just a kid, and this place is more like just a school despite the... overall subject matter. With people from Cocoon, even if they're used to barking orders at subordinates back home like she was, there's no way around it: as a whole, they're sheltered. They didn't train children to fight.

But in any case, about that floating there: ]

... You should know that, generally, 'magic' inside Balamb Garden is... discouraged.

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Military Movement... Oh. I think I have that this quarter. [Oh snap, was this one of his teachers? Welp.]

[And then he looks up at her, confusion evident on his face for a moment before he looks down and realize he's been floating there for who knows how long. FFFFF.

Feet touch the ground.] Sorry. I uh, didn't notice.

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[ ... She raises an eyebrow at him. Did he really not know he was floating there? ]

Well, if you notice the urge to do more, the training center is open twenty-four hours. You're free to practice there. [ And as she speaks, she opens first one folder, then the other in her hands, eyes downward and scanning. A potential student...? ] What's your name and ID?