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[musagetes.livejournal.com]

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For the new students who arrived while I was away on my mission, I'm Apollo Cynthius. I'll be teaching First Aid with Instructor Botan and Studio Art. Feel free to come by my office at any time. If I'm not there, try the studio or the quad. I look forward to meeting you.

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[You get multiple options!

A: Apollo is in the studio, working on a painting. It's hard to tell what it's going to be, but it's obviously going to be pretty epic. He's here from about 8 in the morning to lunch.

B: Apollo is in the quad after lunch, tuning a guitar. It's not his favorite instrument, but it's easier to find here than a lyre. He's here from lunch until about six in the evening.

C: And now he's in his office, doing paperwork. He's here from six until he goes to bed at ten. The observant might notice what looks like a golden bow and quiver of arrows tucked away safely.

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B!

[whiplashings.livejournal.com]

[Quistis has recovered quite well from the T-Rexaur attack earlier in the week; while the injured area is still a bit tender, the limp in her leg is gone. Needless to say she's already back to work, half a sandwich in one hand, a pen in the other and a stack of papers balanced in her lap as she sits on a bench outside in the Quad.]

[musagetes.livejournal.com]

[Had Apollo been here, she wouldn't even be tender! As it is, as soon as Quistis sits down, Apollo heads over, all charm]

There's something different about you today, Quistis. New haircut?

[whiplashings.livejournal.com]

[Really, Quistis has tried to limit her interactions with Apollo as much as possible in the past-- but she's always been civil about it. In this situation, it isn't much different.

She gives him a small smile which she hopes doesn't look too forced before unconsciously touches her hair.] Oh, no. Though thank you for the reminder-- I probably should get a trim soon.

[musagetes.livejournal.com]

Not what I meant. There's something about you today that you didn't have before my mission. [He adjusts the guitar strapped on his back] I'm trying to figure out what.

[whiplashings.livejournal.com]

[Quistis isn't quite sure how to reply to that.] Perhaps it's because it's been a while since we've last talked. I don't think I've changed much during your absence.

A

[bunnypassingby]

[Mikuru's here to do some extra work on her painting for class, and is even carrying some brushes...but before she gets to her own painting, she's distracted by this stranger and his awesome painting. She tries to get a closer look without being noticed, but then shiny bubbles start forming in front of the painting. OOPS.]

[musagetes.livejournal.com]

What--!

[Apollo manages to set his brush down before shooing the bubbles away in a panic]

[bunnypassingby]

[Some of the bubbles fly away, some of them pop when Apollo manages to hit them; none of them harm the painting at all. Mikuru wrings her hands in despair.] I'm so sorry! I don't know how to control them.

[musagetes.livejournal.com]

[Apollo just sighs and looks at the redhead student.]

What do you mean, you can't control them?

B!

[focusedfate.livejournal.com]

[Cid's just exited the building, a folder and a few books in hand. From the looks of things, he's opted to come and work in the quad again. In any case, he takes a seat on a bench and cracks open a book, thumbing it over to a page he's bookmarked earlier.]

[musagetes.livejournal.com]

[Apollo doesn't notice Cid right way, despite being close by. He just starts playing (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2cW82NEivjo).]

[focusedfate.livejournal.com]

[He glances up when he hears music, directing his attention toward the man who's playing, and when he finishes, he offers some applause. A faint smile graces his features.]

[musagetes.livejournal.com]

[Apollo looks up and--oh, hello. Had he been here before? Apollo smiles back and goes over]

Apollo Cynthius. I teach First Aid and Studio Art.

B

[tromba-d-aria.livejournal.com]

[It was lunch time at the quad, and Rider was just sitting down to eat lunch, and mind you, she was afar from Apollo.

When she heard him play however, all her attention diverts to him, though she's still too shy to actually stand up and approach the man.]

[musagetes.livejournal.com]

[Apollo doesn't notice the audience, he just keeps playing.]

[tromba-d-aria.livejournal.com]

[She's just staring from afar, but eventually her presences should be obvious.]

[musagetes.livejournal.com]

You can come closer, if you want.

[Apollo glances towards the girl with a smile, still playing]

[ BBS ]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[musagetes.livejournal.com]

I never met him. I believe he went on a mission or was taken home or something.

What is that symbol, the D with the lines?

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[musagetes.livejournal.com]

You're an archer?

B

[ofherfate.livejournal.com]

As studious as ever, I see.

[Padmé spots him moments after she enters the quad. She's made her way over to him, books from the library tucked under her arm. After seeing his message on the BBS, Padmé assumes it's only a matter of time before she bumps into him.]

[musagetes.livejournal.com]

[Apollo looks up and just grins.]

Ah, the most beautiful girl in the Garden. I missed seeing your lovely face, Padmé.

[ofherfate.livejournal.com]

For now I suppose it can't hurt to humor you, Apollo. [She looks and sounds amused. She really is. What she also knows is that he says that to nearly every girl he bumps into.]

How long has it been? I see you took care during your travels.

[musagetes.livejournal.com]

[And receptive male.]

Too long. Is that an answer? [He chuckles] I never want to see another Malboro ever again.