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[cuzimtheprez.livejournal.com]

Option 1: Quad
[It's been awhile since he's been able to freely walk outside, and so that's what Rufus is doing. He's in the quad with his homework, breezing through it as quickly as he can. The sunshine feels good on his face, and the breeze even better (he doesn't even mind it messing up his hair). It sure beats being locked up in somebody's basement and beaten every day. He looks like he's pretty focused on what he's doing at the moment- statistics and then accounting - but that should just make him more fun to pester, right?]


Option 2: Cafeteria
[Eventually, he's finished his stats and accounting homework and returns briefly to his dorm to snag the math stuff before venturing to the cafeteria to eat. You'll find him sitting at a table a little away from everybody else, one that lets him keep his back to the wall and his eyes easily on anybody who might approach, occasionally lifting his eyes from the easy math problems to watch the people coming and going around him. He hasn't made any friends yet (or managed to find anybody he knows, somehow), which to him is even more cause to keep his eyes on the crowd around him.



[If you've seen him in any of his classes Rufus is the quiet sort of student that smugly looks like he knows what he's doing - because he does. ]

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Cafeteria

[shops-a-lot.livejournal.com]

[It's a busy day in the cafeteria today and Bulla is struggling to find a place to sit. Finally, she notices that Rufus is the only one at his table.]

Hi, mind if I sit here?

[cuzimtheprez.livejournal.com]

[Rufus happens to watch her approach over his cup, so he's not surprised by the question. He shrugs.]

No, not at all.

[shops-a-lot.livejournal.com]

[She notes the math problems and raises an eyebrow slightly.]

It's not too distracting doing your homework in here?

[cuzimtheprez.livejournal.com]

[He shrugs.]

This is all easy stuff I learned how to do years ago. When I get tired of it, I can take a break and people watch.

[shops-a-lot.livejournal.com]

[She smiles at that.]

Knowing it already does help a lot. Is this your first quarter?

[cuzimtheprez.livejournal.com]

[Rufus nods.] Yes, it is. What about you? Have you been here long?

[shops-a-lot.livejournal.com]

Well, not as long as some people, but I just graduated. Long enough that I can give some advice about Garden, at least.

[cuzimtheprez.livejournal.com]

Congratulations. [He nods his head.] What sort of advice do you have to offer?

[shops-a-lot.livejournal.com]

Thanks!

[She pauses for a moment and considers a few things.]

Well, definitely avoid taking on a T-rexaur on your own in the Training Center until you've fought one with someone. Their bites are nasty, and getting hit with their tails hurts a lot, too.

Quad

[musagetes.livejournal.com]

[Apollo is, again, carrying more art supplies back to the studio (he's an artist and he uses only the best. What do you expect?) when he spots Rufus.]

You're the student who looked a bit sickly when classes started. Are you feeling better?

[cuzimtheprez.livejournal.com]

[Internally, the comment makes Rufus bristle a little. He turns to face the source of the irritating observation, only to come face-to-face with one of the instructors.]

Ah. Yes, thank you. I'm feeling better.

[musagetes.livejournal.com]

[Sorry, Apollo notices these things]

I was a bit worried. As far as I know, no one knows what the Time Compression does to those who arrive sick.

[cuzimtheprez.livejournal.com]

Ah well... [Rufus smiles charmingly.] It could have been worse, I'm sure.

[musagetes.livejournal.com]

If you don't mind my asking, what were you sick with?

[cuzimtheprez.livejournal.com]

Just a few injuries. [That smile says he's not going to say much.]

[musagetes.livejournal.com]

[And Apollo can tell. He mutters in Greek. Stupid mortals]

Are you from Earth, by any chance?

[cuzimtheprez.livejournal.com]

Never heard of it. [Rufus shrugs. He politely ignores the muttering.]

[musagetes.livejournal.com]

[Another Greek word--a swear]

One day, we will have more cadets from Earth. [Speaking of] You're in one of my classes, I know, but I'm afraid I'm still a little foggy on your name, Cadet...?

[cuzimtheprez.livejournal.com]

[What is that language?]

ShinRa. Rufus ShinRa.

[musagetes.livejournal.com]

What's your specialization? Forgive me, but I like knowing my students as more than just another face.

[cuzimtheprez.livejournal.com]

I haven't decided yet. There's a lot here that I could do.

[musagetes.livejournal.com]

[Apollo chuckles at that]

Yes, yes there is. A lot of it's a bit...needless, if you ask me, but if it makes people happy to offer it...

[cuzimtheprez.livejournal.com]

What do you mean by that? [Apollo has a nice laugh. Rufus can't help but smile at it.]

[musagetes.livejournal.com]

Why would mercenaries need international business specialists?

[cuzimtheprez.livejournal.com]

Arranging work and payments, I would imagine. [It's something he's considered doing.]

[musagetes.livejournal.com]

I suppose. I just handled my own payments on my last mission. [Slight shudder. Malboros]

[cuzimtheprez.livejournal.com]

For larger, more serious jobs, perhaps? I'll admit, it's a bit difficult to see exactly how businessmen would fit in. [He sees the shudder, but doesn't ask.]

[musagetes.livejournal.com]

Unless someone doubled in it and covert operations, I can't really see it myself.

[cuzimtheprez.livejournal.com]

That's not really my sort of thing. It's alright to be the man behind the shadows every now and then, but doing it all the time would be a pain.

Cafeteria

[atouchofstrife.livejournal.com]

[ So far, so good. Cloud was feeling a little bit better about the classes now that they have actually started. Some still might be a little weird - the whole theory behind the Guardian Forces was definitely odd compared to his experiences with materia, but he was willing to try it. That didn't mean he wanted to have one. He just did not want to lose what little memory he had.

The cafeteria wasn't that bad once he gotten past the whole 'boiled meat' smell of the hot dogs. He stuck to meals that worked better with his enhancements and then nursed some delicate tea that was almost, but not exactly the same as the bitter brew Cid would often make. He scanned the room, just not thinking about anything until he noticed someone familiar.

He was out of his chair and across the room before he actually thought about it, stopping in front of the table as his mind caught up with him. Just like with Cissnei, Cloud just wanted to confirm that he wasn't the only person from the Planet. ]

Rufus ShinRa.

[cuzimtheprez.livejournal.com]

[Of all the times to be caught off guard by somebody who was, at best, a former enemy, Rufus had hardly expected it to be while he was completing simple algebraic equations.]

Strife. [He nods in greeting. Polite civility is hardly difficult for him to project.] I hardly expected to see you here.

[atouchofstrife.livejournal.com]

I can say the same about you. [ Now that he actually was standing there, sort of talking to Rufus, Cloud wished he was some where else. ]

Are you a cadet?

[cuzimtheprez.livejournal.com]

Yes. [Rufus shrugs. Of the options, this seemed the least boring.] Are you?