witchesreign | Day in the Life [Action | DISGUISED multiple choice!]

[Six o'clock; wake up, yawning and bleary. Maria can't pretend she gets enough sleep. Despite that she never dawdles in the morning; she's always close to the front of the cafeteria line, a shelf's worth of books crammed in the massive duffel bag she uses where most normal people would have a backpack or somesuch. Breakfast and homeroom she usually spends reading.]

[In class, who could ask for a more model student? She reads ahead and extra, she's a quick learner, and (somewhat helpfully) she's a world native, so has a lot of the background the classes tend to assume. The only exception to this enthusiasm is the Garden Code, which even she finds excruciatingly dry and boring. Nevertheless, Maria studies it diligently too.]

[It's at 5:30 that it starts to break down. She's supposed to be in extracurriculars, but... she hasn't really found one that appeals to her. So Maria simply grabs her weapons and spends the next few hours in the Training Center, striving to master her gunblades. This lasts... right up until she gets hurt badly enough to quit. Which tends to happen. She's going in there with only a GF Junction; not even a cure spell to keep her going.]

[The folks in the infirmary are probably quite familiar with her by now.]

[After that, study time, then bed (perhaps a little later than curfew).]

[[OOC: as usual, just say where you meet her!]]

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[ Claire inclines her head, then gestures briefly towards stepping out of the way where they're less likely to be listened in on. And no worries, she's... already writing up a pass on top of her folder, just in case she makes the girl late to her next class. ]

You're looking worse for wear lately. [ Yep, skipping right to the point here. She's already seen the tiredness and bandaging, obviously, and she hasn't forgotten how she'd been in the training center late that one time while claiming to have lost track of time... but even so: ] Why?

I... don't know? [Honestly, she doesn't find her own schedule insane or outrageous. It makes perfect sense to her. She's training to be a SeeD. She has to give 120%.] Am I -- am I doing badly in class, ma'am?

[ The SeeD's brows come together, her gaze sharp, but she's actually a little surprised here. If it's what she thinks it is, the fact that the girl isn't jumping into an explanation about how this has been her dream and so on and so forth, that means... she probably has no idea. ]

... Cadet Cyphert, you're working yourself too hard.

[Oh. Is that what this is about. She crosses her arms awkwardly, looking down as she fidgets with her sleeves.]

I have to work hard, ma'am. Hard work is all I have. I'm not... gifted, or special, or even particularly well-trained except for everything Captain Kartany taught me. If I'm going to be a SeeD, a good SeeD...

-- If you're going to be a good SeeD, then you need to learn your limits and respect them. Pushing yourself is one thing, but when you're getting yourself hurt all the time, not sleeping enough...

[ A significant pause, as Claire somehow manages to cross her arms around her folders. ]

You're doing yourself a disservice- making it harder for yourself in the long run.

But ma'am... how can I train without getting hurt? I'm getting better at parrying the grats, but..

I'm pretty sure I've mentioned taking someone else with you into the training center before. It's a good idea in general anyway.

I... don't know all that many people, who I feel like I could bother.

[Sheepish. She'd been friendly and outgoing and yet... somehow she doesn't feel like she's truly met people. Very few people who she feels like she could go out and have fun with, for example, let alone trust to watch her back.]

And I don't want anyone to have to spend their time babysitting me instead of getting the training they need...

Post to the bulletin if you have to. Somebody is better than nobody. [ A short sigh. ] There's a difference, between being babysat and learning to work with others; don't sell yourself short.

...Am I really... trying too hard?

[She doesn't know how to take this. How can she get better if she doesn't try her very best? How is trying too hard even possible?]

[ Claire sighs- this isn't all that easy for her, dealing with personal things in a... non-super-militaristic way. ]

There will probably come a time when you'll need to work a long way past your limits. Right now, you're just wearing yourself out.

... Why don't you just think about it for a while.

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[Yeah, Claire is exactly who she should be turning to for advice. "What do you do for fun instead of training, ma'am?"]

Yes, ma'am. I'll think on it.

[But at least, given who that came from, she truly would think about it.]

Good. [ She glances aside, then moves to hand Maria the pass she'd written. ] Perhaps we'll talk about it later, too.

Thank you, ma'am.

[Accepting the pass with another salute.]

I do want a chance to talk to you again before the next quarter starts. I've been considering what classes to take.

[Looking ahead too much, Maria? It's not as bad as it sounds, though!]

[ Claire blinks... but that's actually not what causes her pause here. You actually just have to remember she's really only been a teacher for a few months now; she's not used to being sought out for advice like that. ]

... Not a problem. Just bring the catalog with you some time.

[ And she'll... be making sure she's up to date with who teaches what, of course. Bias? Naaah. ]

Thank you again, ma'am.

[Surprising as it may seem, Maria DOES value her advice highly! And that bias, well... she hasn't quite picked up on that in such blunt terms yet...]

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