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[Scenario A: Morning]

[Anyone who decides to come into the cafeteria on this fine morning may just find Lightning at a table near the back, an empty plate near a notepad as she jots down notes. Anyone who gets close will see that it's a lesson plan for her classes, but there's a second smaller pad half hidden under it with words like "doubles?" and what look to be tactical plans for...something. It's all in abbreviations, making it ridiculously hard to make out, and it's unlikely that she'll talk about that one.]

[Scenario B: WTR 301 Class; 1400 to 1500 hours]

[Good afternoon, class. Feel free to walk in on your pink-haired teacher doing some last minute gun checks on that row of handguns you can see on a low counter, while a few meters behind there's another counter with cans of varying height and width. Once everyone's in the class and seemingly ready for this, Lightning will gesture over to the cans.]

You'll be shooting these today. The fewer shots you use to take them all down, the better.

[No nonsense tone is get; Instructor Farron isn't playing games, but...then again...when does she play games?]

[Scenario C: after class]

[With classes over and notes attended to until late in the night, anyone who finds their way to the Quad will find Lightning sitting on a bench, performing routine maintenance on one of these, seemingly without a care to the world around her. Feel free to approach and ask her just what kind of weapon that is, or to just stare. Though that second option is likely to get you an odd look, she won't bite.

No promises on the lack of linefacing, though. She does that a lot.]

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[ Elika is mildly surprised, because 'go right ahead' wasn't the response she'd been expecting. She does as invited, though, and sits across from Lightning. She makes no comment on the notepads; they're none of her business. ]

Ah, Instructor...maybe it was just dark the last time we met, but hadn't you only recently cut your hair?

[ Confused Elika is so confused. ]

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[Being that her parents did teach her manners, Lightning doesn't really turn her attention back to her lesson plans right away, and she's still looking across the table as Elika speaks that question. Hair cut---oh, for Fal'Cie's sake...]

You're mistaking me for someone else. You met the other Instructor Farron, not me.

[Which causes Lightning to get a very odd look on her face, almost as if she swallowed a lemon. It's still weird to talk about this...mess.]

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[ Just. This face for a moment. ]

...I supposed I should blame Time Compression? Or are the two of you related?

[ She's trying to assume too much, since, well, that sour look was incredibly tough to miss. ]

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Time Compression. We're not related, we're just...practically the same person.

[On the outside, anyway. The differences in behavior should be immediately obvious to Elika by now, despite the sour look on Light's face.]

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'Practically'?

[ It's a strange term to use. At least she knows now that they're not twins. ] Do you mean you're from...different universes?

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Far as I can tell, yeah. We have the same name, the same face, and people from my world thought she was me, but she acts differently.

[And obviously did something to Light's family, which doesn't earn any points.]

Her cutting her hair must have been her way of telling us apart.

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In that case, I owe you an apology; you must get tired of explaining.

[ A pause, then, gentler: ] My name is Elika. It's nice to meet you.

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[It does get tiring, but all Lightning does is shake her head. She'll get used to it eventually. Hopefully.]

Lightning. Nice to meet you, too.

[And there's her hand extended towards Elika. Handshakes are pretty standard, even around here.]

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[ A handshake, from a Farron? Whoa! Elika accepts it with a graceful curve of her mouth. ]

You're an instructor as well, then, Lightning?

[ She'd said they shared the same name, which means that 'Lightning' is an alias. That said, Elika's pretty grateful for an extra way to tell them apart. ]

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[With the handshake out of the way and the topic changing, the sour look on Lightning's face fades out to something a lot more peaceful as she settles a bit in her seat.]

Yeah. I teach the intermediate courses on firearms and bladed weapons.

[Which also makes things a little awkward because her "double" teaches the advanced bladed weapons course, but, well, just another thing to live with.]

What about you? You an Instructor or just a SeeD?

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[ Elika's pleased by this relaxing, and settles herself. ]

Speech & Conduct and Rock Climbing, actually.

[ It's an odd combination, she knows, but the thought of only teaching SPC made her inner athlete unhappy. She needed a hands-on class. ]

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[Lightning's heard of stranger combinations, but at the moment there's only one thing on her mind. Hope takes Rock Climbing, and Light's big sister instincts are flaring up a bit as she tilts her head, considering Elika a bit.]

Students giving you any trouble?

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[ Elika blinks for a moment, because she wasn't expecting Lightning's demeanor to shift from casual to attentive so fast. ]

None so far. Well, there are those who think they should be exempt from structuring their arguments and standing up straight, but that's more to do with the age group. [ Nothing on Rock Climbing. It's an elective, so most of those who signed up want to be there. ]

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[When it's family involved, Lightning is always attentive. That attention holds, even though she shakes her head.]

They'll learn eventually, though they might fail the class before that happens.

[Because she's...really not sure how speech and conduct would work. No cocky students shooting themselves in the foot because they think they know best.]

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Oh, none of them are in danger of failing quite yet. We'll see how things progress, I suppose.

And yourself? I hope they haven't been shooting themselves in the foot too often. [ In classes like Lightning's, students making mistakes is often slightly more deadly than if they slip up during an SPC presentation. ]

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Not much else we can do about that.

[Because they're only so much help they can give those students, really. Lightning's...well, they're getting somewhere.]

Not since the first few days. One of them decided he knew enough gun safety to ignore my lessons and nearly shot himself while checking if the gun was loaded. The rest were quicker studies.

[That student had nearly shot only his foot, yes, but he had still earned himself a very stern lecture from Instructor Farron about that.]