http://paradoxdestined.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] paradoxdestined.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] witchesreign2011-07-04 03:50 am

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[Squall still hadn't quite grown accustomed to this Garden of the future. It was strange, all the different faces in a place that was... ... ...well home, for lack of anything else. He'd missed a lot. Still he was part of Garden and he just had to get used to it. ...If he could get over his natural anti-social tendencies. He didn't really talk to people much of his own volition, but he'd been walking around more than he might have if this were the right time period, noticing things, matching faces with ranks and just getting a general idea of who all these people were.

Today you can find him in one of three places as I shamelessly rip off Japan's log format yep:

A You see Squall in the Quad, examining the Home Ec class's garden. At least until he gets too close to a certain tree and a flock of birds take flight, diving straight for him. Yes that is your Commander covering his head and trying to get away from a swarm of angered animals. No there's no dignity today.

B You see Squall in the Garage. He's looking over the latest cars Garden's acquired, hey he likes cool things what can he say. Goes with the belts. Too bad it'd be a total abuse of authority to take these out for a joyride...

C You see Squall in the Training Center, taking out some grats with a frown on his face. Hey the Commander's got to stay in shape too! It's really convenient Time Compression brought his gunblade along, he'd hate to have to ask where present Squall's is. Or present Squall is in general. ...He seriously hopes present Squall isn't dead or something, wow maybe he should stop thinking about this. Back to taking out those grats.]

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