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witchesreign2011-07-09 10:40 pm
oo1 BBS / ACTION
This is late, so you will have to excuse me for this, but I've only recently come back, and I thought it be best to introduce myself. Some of you may know me; for those who don't, my name is Dominic Sorel, and I am the instructor for the (WTR 101) Intro to Weapons Training classes, and the (INTN 102) Intern: Piloting classes.
For those of you who have those classes, I look forward to seeing you at the start of them on Monday. Otherwise, I hope everyone has a good weekend.
-Instructor Dominic Sorel
[After making that post to the network, Dominic is taking the time to get reacquainted with the Garden again. It had been a year since he had been here, after all, and while some things remained the same, some things changed.
The population of the school had changed. Students he didn't really know, even some teachers he didn't fully remember. He had spent a long time out in the world, helping people, doing what he wanted to do. He'd breezed through SeeD training just like he had with the United Federation back home, except the creed for the military here was more of what he wanted.
He had to deal with the fact that he was probably dead back home. Probably. Most likely. But that wasn't that bad, either. The one thing he was finding tough to deal with was the fact that he wasn't going to get to see Anemone again. Even after a year, he still thought about her. Still wished she was around. Walking through the Quad, he was overcome with memories, both good and bad.]
For those of you who have those classes, I look forward to seeing you at the start of them on Monday. Otherwise, I hope everyone has a good weekend.
-Instructor Dominic Sorel
[After making that post to the network, Dominic is taking the time to get reacquainted with the Garden again. It had been a year since he had been here, after all, and while some things remained the same, some things changed.
The population of the school had changed. Students he didn't really know, even some teachers he didn't fully remember. He had spent a long time out in the world, helping people, doing what he wanted to do. He'd breezed through SeeD training just like he had with the United Federation back home, except the creed for the military here was more of what he wanted.
He had to deal with the fact that he was probably dead back home. Probably. Most likely. But that wasn't that bad, either. The one thing he was finding tough to deal with was the fact that he wasn't going to get to see Anemone again. Even after a year, he still thought about her. Still wished she was around. Walking through the Quad, he was overcome with memories, both good and bad.]

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[A very frazzled Garden chef bursts into the Quad, arms full of boxed goods for the kitchen. Stacked high in her arms, obscuring her vision, Anemone has been relying on the help of Garden students and staff to steer her in the right directions and avoid crashing into people. Her orange sweater is already stuffy in this damn heat, and she wishes that she had worn shorts instead of long pants. She hadn't even been in the freezer storing products much longer than she thought...]
Stupid, stupid, stupid...
[Grumbling, pink ponytail bobbing, she wobbles along, like a penguin toward the waters.]
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I'm sorry! Hold on, let me help you with these, I didn't see you coming, are you okay?
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[When Anemone goes scattering she goes scattering, knocked back onto her rear, and a new ache in the side of her head. She makes a growling sound, rubbing at the newly-forming bump. She's about to get to her feet and lecture the person about not looking where they're going (hypocrisy thy name is Anemone) when she hears the voice. And for a minute her heart stops.]
Dominic?
[said softly and hopefully.]
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[Says again as he goes to stand up, some of the boxes already in hand. He has to make sure he doesn't drop them when he straightens up fully, gray eyes meeting ones he didn't expect to see for a very long time, if ever again.]
Anemone? What are-- You're here?
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Dominic!
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You're really here. I can't believe it.
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[She reaches up and musses his hair, pressing her face near his, smiling and laughing.] Helmet hair! Did you lose any maps again and get lost?
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Hey! Long time no see.
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Hey, Tom. I just got back. [Gives a small smile.]
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I got a little lost coming back home.
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[... just be impressed Tom read that much of the faculty memos.]
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You read the memo? I'm teaching Intro to Weapon Training, and Piloting.
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html fail ;;
<3
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Excitedly, she scrambled up from her seat and trotted up to behind Dominic, reaching out and giggling as she spoke.]
You're back!
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Botan?
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[And whether he wants it or not, Dominic is now getting a hug!]
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It's good to see you again.
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It's good to see you, as well. It's been far too long!
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