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[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[When he first transportalized into the Balamb Garden dormitories, he was confused. He was sure he'd entered the warp gate that lead to the Land of Quartz and Melody, but Aradia was no where to be seen. Was this some new, hidden challenge level he'd randomly journeyed to? They'd only just started SGRUB, it was possible...]

[Except, the acceptance letter siting on the sleep square sort of suggested otherwise. And while he wasn't thrilled to be delayed in his mission to make Aradia his girlfriend guide the b100 team to flawless victory, the words "time compression" were involved. And if he knew anything about time shenanigans, it's that they were better off being left to the experts. And while the experts attempted to figure out how to get every one back to their own worlds, he might as well make the most out of his time here and gain ALL THE LEVELS. With any luck, he'd be back before anyone knew to miss him, mwahahahaha.]

[And the course catalog was filled with so many interesting classes... How could he ever chose?]

[He couldn't, that's how, and he spent hours pouring over the selection, putting together different combinations and specializations until finally, hunger forced him to emerge from his assigned respiteblock.]

[He made it to the front door of the dormitories before he was forced to beat a hasty retreat. It was day. Oh gee, it was the day. He'd been up all night, and now it was day, and he was hungry, and the sun was out.]

[There is now a troll pressed back against the wall opposite the main entrance, trying his darnedest not to look guilty and/or terrified. WHAT DO?]

Comments

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[blank stare]

A sweep is the time it takes for Alternia to orbit the sun. What's a year?

And could you please stop swearing, it's vulgar and unnecessary and it doesn't make a very good impression of your species as a whole.

[gyrocopter.livejournal.com]

A year's 365 days, full Earth orbit. Easy as that.

Heeey, ain't nothing wrong with swearing. Kinda in my vocabulary already. [Goose shook his head.] 'Sides, you'll hear worse from people who ain't me.

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

A sweep would be approximately two Earth years then. [Yes, he was able to calculate the difference that fast. He's sort of a nerd like that.] Further more, in Earth terms, I would be thirteen and a half.

It's called profanity for a reason. Just because human society finds its use acceptable, that does not make it appropriate for polite conversation. I am a blue blood, I am a member of Alternian Aristocracy, and I should be addressed as such.

[gyrocopter.livejournal.com]

Makes sense. Thirteen and with that much muscle, though? I've gotta know your secret.

Right, right. Whatever that's even support to be. [Goose gave a bit of a head-tilt and an eyebrow raise.] Blue blood... so you're royalty? That's what you're saying?

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

I drink a lot of milk. [Though really, he was just born this way.]

[glares] Isn't that what I just said? Tell me, are all humans this excessively moronic, or is just you?

[gyrocopter.livejournal.com]

[HE IS JUST GOING TO IGNORE THAT MILK BIT FOR NOW BECAUSE WHAT. Equius look at this sadfais. LOOK AT IT. It is... possibly not very effective.]

Aaawww, hey, don't judge a bird by its wingspan or nothing. [Book by its cover is too lame for him.] I'm one of the smartest guys around.

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[There's only one, maybe three people who could get sadfaces to work on him, and sorry Goose, you aren't one of them]

That statement further enforces just how ridiculous you are, as I can think of several groundbound wingbeasts, and for them, simply having wings is not enough to get them off the ground.

[gyrocopter.livejournal.com]

Well, how would you like it if I told you that I have attachable wings and I can fly as well as any ol' eagle?

[Okay, that's a bit of an exaggeration, but he can fly.]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

I would really not care. It is not my business what queer pinks aliens do with themselves.

[gyrocopter.livejournal.com]

Nice try, but that ain't insulting to me. I already am gay.

[Not for aliens with funny horns, though, no matter how buff.]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

Clearly. You're almost harder to get rid of than Nepeta, and just as inanely cheerful.

[Houston, I think we have a culturally based communication breakdown.]

[gyrocopter.livejournal.com]

I'm the hardest to get rid of. Hope you can deal with that.

[dealwithit.jpg would apply but Goose already has his shades on.]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

I could always punch you in the face. Then you wouldn't have a face anymore. Or a head.

[Equius is completely oblivious anyway]

[gyrocopter.livejournal.com]

But...

[He pointed to the mass of hair on his head. It makes a great shield. Okay, no it doesn't, but he would like to think that.]