http://nvrstrikestwice.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] nvrstrikestwice.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] witchesreign2011-07-22 09:00 pm

002 [Action-allllll over the place.]

[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.]


[ooc: interact where you please~ just stick which scenario in the subject line and you're good to go!]

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[identity profile] brofessrstrider.livejournal.com 2011-07-23 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
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[identity profile] brofessrstrider.livejournal.com 2011-07-23 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
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Namach, chica, just curious.
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A!

[personal profile] brightens 2011-07-23 10:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ Not even concerned about the fact that Lightning might be actually working on something important, Vanille grabs her breakfast and moves quickly over to the table, placing herself in the chair right beside the other woman. ]

Morning, Light!

A... again!

[identity profile] haha-steelguard.livejournal.com 2011-07-23 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Hey, Sis.

[Snows kicks a chair out, then drops a tray down as he flops down. Avoiding her notes, of course.]

Whatcha workin' on?

[The question is a little quieter than his greeting. Obviously she's working on lesson plans, even HE can see that, but as for the other, she can read a hint that he'll be discreet about it.]

[C]

[identity profile] freewolfmoon.livejournal.com 2011-07-23 08:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[So, the fact is, Fenris doesn't normally care to talk to anybody, least of all in a place like this--but that's not a weapon he's seen before, and knowing something about who he's going to wind up fighting either alongside or against could be useful.

He watches Lightning from afar for a few minutes before making his slow, cautious way up to her.]


I've not seen a blade like that before.

[identity profile] brofessrstrider.livejournal.com 2011-07-23 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
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Yeah, yeah, curiosity killed the cat; but satisfaction brought it back.

[identity profile] freewolfmoon.livejournal.com 2011-07-24 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
[He pauses a moment, scanning her to try to tell if he's unwelcome. As another grumpy linefacer, he respects personal space.]

A gunblade. I've never heard of such a thing.

[They were, of course, described in the informational pamphlets from Garden--or at least this world's version of the weapon was--but he didn't, couldn't read those.]

It is...oddly articulated.

[identity profile] haha-steelguard.livejournal.com 2011-07-24 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
[He doesn't even need to hear the words to get the gist. It's exactly what he figured. The fact that she calls them "contingency" plans is as much as he ever hoped to get out of her.]

Just let me know what you come up with.

[And then in a more normal tone of voice...]

You settling in all right? Classes going well?
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[identity profile] freewolfmoon.livejournal.com 2011-07-24 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
[He gives a slight shake of his head.]

I mean for a sword. I have no idea what the blades here are like. I haven't been here long.

[identity profile] haha-steelguard.livejournal.com 2011-07-24 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
Doesn't surprise me. I actually have a lot of kids coming through who're already pretty good too.

There's a lot of really good students here. Not just smart, but really decent people. Every so often I just give people a chance to pop in and talk or ask questions. You oughtta try it.

A!

[identity profile] focusedfate.livejournal.com 2011-07-24 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
[Cid's actually been in the cafeteria for some time as well, but he doesn't notice her until he gets up to return his tray and get rid of his trash. After freeing up his hands, he swings by her table and comes to a stop next to her.

His eyes do stray to her notepads briefly, but his gaze has drifted away by the time he greets her.
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Good morning, Sergeant. Have you settled back in?
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[personal profile] brightens 2011-07-24 07:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ And that earns the yawn she's been holding back since she got in here. ]

I couldn't really sleep... So I thought I'd come get something to eat, instead!

[ She's having a hard time with this sleeping in bed alone thing. ]

Option A!

[identity profile] waylights.livejournal.com 2011-07-24 09:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ Garden's strict schedule means that breakfast, lunch and dinner are always accompanied by a flood of students. Elika's usually lucky enough to avoid the midday clamor, but the Prince doesn't usually make breakfast for her. Which means she finds herself inevitably in the cafeteria, holding her tray and looking for a free spot. Happily, she finds one, and moves over to sit. She recognizes Instructor Farron--but didn't she have short hair before? Elika could have sworn... ]

Good morning, Instructor. I'm sorry to interrupt, but may I sit?

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