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[freewolfmoon.livejournal.com]

[Lunch is almost over, and cadets are just starting to filter (reluctantly or otherwise) back to their classes when a distinctive newcomer walks in from the front gate. Take your pick of what makes him so distinctive: the spiky black armor and huge sword slung across his back, the tense scowl, or the pointed ears. He moves slowly at first, with a tension-filled caution, but picks up speed as he makes his way into the lobby. In one hand he holds a course catalog--at a slight distance from his body, as if he finds it distasteful. He finally stops not far from the directory.]

Venhidis.

[The foreign word is spat out in a low and bitter voice like the swear it probably is. Then his hand tightens on the course catalog, the sharp claw-like fingers of his gauntlet puncturing it, and with a jerk of his arm he flings it off to the side. But none of the tension leaves his body, and when he strides forward to scan the directory, he continues to glower.]

They do not lie, I see. Their Garden even spreads out like a wheel, the better to crush the weak beneath it.

[Fenris is rarely in a good mood, but the past few days of acclimatizing to this new world, learning what goes on within it, and resigning himself to accompanying Balamb Garden in its travels have left him more bitter than ever. This is hell, and he is not out of it.]

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[agt-doubletap.livejournal.com]

[Sollux just kind of watches that production from his pointedly hidden away vantage point. He has this doubts about the place too, but he wonders if this guy actually knows more than him.]

[So thusly he just kind of appears out of the figurative shadows, speaking quietly.:]

Doesn't seem that bad.

[greeneyedmecha.livejournal.com]

[Rikku doesn't notice the ears, or the armor, or the tattoos, or the scowl, or anything.]

Did you lose your shoes?

[Yep. People going around barefoot in this place? Kind of weird.]

[brofessrstrider.livejournal.com]

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So you say you want a re-vo-lutionnnn, we-eeel, you bettah change your miiind~

Seriously, dude? "Better to crush the weak beneath it?" Fuckheads are tyrants, but jesus.

[ofherfate.livejournal.com]

I'm afraid I didn't quite understand the meaning behind your words.

[Padmé comes gliding over with a book in hand, a brow lifted at what she had heard the pointy-eared cadet say. She wondered, though, what race he was of. There were many back on Coruscant that passed through on a day by day basis but his... hm. She doesn't remember seeing it before.]

[waylights.livejournal.com]

Goodness, sir--whatever Garden has done to earn such scorn, I can only hope we find a way to rise in your esteem.

[ She's standing a ways behind him, holding a few books and looking either concerned or sympathetic, it's tough to tell. ]

[brightens]

[ And the flying book just barely misses Vanille, who squeaks and jumps back. ]

Ah... [ Walking over to the discarded book, she picks it up and puts the cover and pages back in order, dusting it off. ]

Won't you need this? You might not want to throw it away.