[Action]

[eventohell]

B106.... B107....

[Ah, there it is. B108

Riza opens the door to her new home. She wasn't sure how long she'd be here, but she was at least grateful that the Headmaster was kind enough to let her stay. He seemed like a very understanding man from the get go and even allowed her to take some classes as a Cadet despite the age restrictions.

Turning the light on, she discovered that the room was simple-just the way she liked it. Well, the empty side looked simple. Riza opened her mouth, ready to call out that she was home out of sheer habit, when she realized something. The dorm room lacked something. A certain sound of paws pitter-pattering across the floor. She sighs. No Black Hayate here.

As promised, Riza found her Course Catalog with acceptance letter on a table in the kitchen. Quickly skimming through the letter, she looks over to the other bedroom. She knew she'd have a roommate, but it seemed said roommate was not in at the moment.

Taking a seat at the table, she decides to flip through the catalog and set up her classes while she still had the chance. Headmaster Cid said she only had a certain amount of time before she had to turn in her course schedule. She didn't have a bag to unpack after all.

After a few hours of setting things up on a piece of paper, she decides to go ahead and take her course schedule to the Headmaster's office. Riza assumed her roommate was attending her classes, as this Twilight Sparkle hadn't arrived yet.

If you see her in the hallways, take a moment to talk with her a while. Maybe then she can get some in-tell on what this place is about.]

Where's This Battle Music Coming From? [Open, Action]

[elementofloyalty]

[The training center echoes with the roar of displaced air, like a jet, then a meaty thwack of hoof on flesh. Then a mighty roar of anger and pain, bellowing from a massive saurian throat.]

[Hovering in midair, a fierce glare on her face, Rainbow Dash stares down the T-Rexaur. Objectively, she should have never engaged it, should've flown right away when it barged in on her fight with the grats and challenged her. But... Rainbow Dash. Backing down. Ha, yeah, right.]

[The Blaster Edge mount on her wrist is empty; she'd botched a shot and sent the projectile soaring into the trees. Blood mats her fur in a crescent on each side of her body, where the monster had gotten its teeth into her before she'd managed to get free. On the other hand, the T-Rexaur has a trickle of blood and spittle trailing out the corner of its jaw, and a distinctly mashed-in snout.]

[However this ends, it probably won't be well.]

[ACTION] music time!

[eggplantallergy]

[Having gained some great sheet music for his birthday, Gakupo decides to see how they match up to his performance skills. He'll be playing two songs this day:


A: He's playing this lovely Deling song on his musical sword that sounds like this. Since he's pretty much an expert at playing on Miburi, it takes him a few tries to get the proper notes with the right swings of his blade. He goes back and forth between the music sheet held down by a paper weight, and the empty space to move.]


B: Gakupo also has his guitar with him, playing a pretty calm tune. Unlike before with his sword, he needs a music stand for this. It won't get in the way this time.

The slower tune does get him a bit down about Rinoa being gone. He sighs softly, taking a break.]

[BBS]

[manslut]

Good grief, that bitchin' I've been hearing lately about this new commander shit is just astounding. The lot of you sound like a bunch of children who just got told they gotta take a nap before they can go outside and play. Thus, pathetic. Really, really pathetic.

Guess what, shit's a business and businesses run shit however the fuck they want. Don't believe me? For most of my goddamned life I worked for one of the biggest pieces of shit companies that was the only damn company to exist and ran every little thing in the world for the most part. Know what happens if you're in said business? Your ass gets paid if you deserve it, your ass gets promoted or demoted depending on how you act. Sound familiar? It fuckin' should.

Now, when they stop payin' your bills is when you're allowed to start your bitchin' and your rebellions and whatever bullshit you come up with. If you're one of those types who's all "DOWN WITH THE MAAAAN", then kindly shut the fuck up and leave. Your stupid ass doesn't need to be here and I'm sure someone outside of this fuckin' place would be glad to hire an ex-SeeD. Or, you know, not. Since you're a fuckin' off-worlderer and this place is racist as fuck towards all of us.

So once again. Sit down, shut up, and go do some goddamned business. Or get the fuck out.