Jump 01 | Action | Cafeteria

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[Rose is taking the whole situation in stride. Seriously, there are only so many times one can be trapped in another universe and join up with the local military before even that gets a little routine. Going back to school, though... that's new.

She doesn't bother to visit the dorm and change out of her UNIT uniform, deciding instead to jump right into this new life. Truth be told, she has never cared for academics, but she knows better than to give up a chance like this.

She sets herself up at an empty table in the Cafeteria, her new course catalogue open in front of her and a steaming cup of tea close at hand. Her beret and gloves are left in a careless pile nearby. Using her truncheon as an oversized bookmark, she studies the book and scribbles some notes onto the back of her welcome letter.

Rose finds herself stuck on what to specialise in. Firearms and Projectiles seems like a natural fit, but a couple of other areas catch her eye. Does she want to train in a subject that she's already comfortable with, or should she branch out? She stares at the pages, willing them to answer her.

Eventually she sighs and looks away, resting her chin on her hand. Help or a distraction would be welcome right about now.]

[Action/Quad] Toys for... well, most everyone he knows!

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[Those out in the Quad today are almost guaranteed to notice the gigantic black wolf running crazily around, in pursuit of -- what else? -- a red, bouncing rubber ball. While it occasionally gets out of his grasp, he always eventually snatches it, quickly rushing back to one of the taller trees where Tobias is settled. Breaker drops the ball into his lap, giving a growled wolf as Tobias flings it as hard as he can in another direction, starting the chase all over again.

The boy himself seems thoughtful, turning one of his throwing knives over and over in his hand idly as he sighs deeply. By his side are a bunch of stuffed dolls he took from his temporary visit home -- a fire bird, some sort of ghost, an odd dragon-serpent, and plenty of others, all poking out of a bag.]

...I almost wish I hadn't gone back at all.

[BBS/Action] Poetry and Cyborgs.

[redcinemareel]

Blue is the light breeze
That leads me down uncharted paths.

A light is ahead,
And my soles are no longer hindered.

My heart is no longer floating without direction.
You're my destination.

Who doesn't know who this is for? ♥

Hmm...I must be getting rusty! This poem is not my best, but the heart tells no tales. Oh dear. I'll simply have to make more!

In unrelated news, this may or may not be news to anyone about how advanced Esthar is, but their cyborg forces intrigues me. It would be fruitless to ask how they even came to be, but, really, who would volunteer to be one of those things?

I'm simply speculating, of course~! Does anyone have any thoughts?

-Grell ♥


[Sits in the library, reading a book of poetry. There are some intermittent hums and note taking. A nice little pile of books she has gone through are surrounding her.]

team zelos | part 3 | hawk attack

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[Goose was wondering where in hell they'd end up next from this crazy time compression issue. He couldn't fathom that it'd get much worse than a sewer, let alone much better than a carnival.

What was unfortunate was that it would get much worse.

He didn't remember when and how, but he soon found himself falling face-first into Grand Canyon dirt and sand. Disgusting. He shivered for a moment, his face and neck paining him as he rose.

He was in Little States. Normally, he would call that a blessing if it weren't for the time he got thrown into. He didn't ever want to see it happen again, but the course of life was a cruel mistress. He recognized quickly enough the gyrocopters that graced the air, the missiles that spiraled for a target, and... well, the target.

He never wanted to see it again, let alone on the ground. Meca Hawk easily towered over Chicago itself, so the destruction and death it caused was massive. He remembered so many casualties, so much screaming, so much crying... and it was all in front of him again.

He snarled, fell to his knees, and pounded the granules of sand with a tight fist.

Fuck time compression.]