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witchesreign2013-08-04 06:14 pm
whistleconcert) wrote in witchesreign2013-08-04 06:14 pm
♪ Note 1 ♪ [BBS/Action]
I've heard about the troubles Garden's suffered while I was gone. Good job to those of you who got through them; I don't imagine it was easy. And for those of you who are new here, welcome to Garden.
My name is Blues, and I'm the instructor for Art & Music Appreciation on Tuesday and Thursday, as well as Advanced Weapons Training: Firearms and Projectiles on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. If you have a question about these courses, come speak with me directly. For those of you taking Art & Music Appreciation on my days, I need to meet with you as soon as you're able.
I'll be in my office for a few hours, but I can schedule a day for meeting if you feel the need for it.
As a last note, everyone, both cadet and SeeD, need to be on their guard while outside of Garden. Sol Invictus seems to have gotten ruffled about something, and if it's enough to upset them, it's not something we can afford to ignore.
-- #47137, Blues
[ACTION 1]
[As he said, Blues is hanging around in his office, just working on some papers as well as a side project of sorts. A large case is sitting at the side of the desk, currently closed, while a robotic green cat is lounging on a corner of the desk, snoozing.]
[ACTION 2]
[Much later in the afternoon, but not quite evening, anyone who goes into the Quad will be hearing a strange, yet beautiful, song.
Blues himself is settled on the branch of a tree for lack of short buildings, whistling the song and watching the skyline quietly. His last mission has made an uncomfortable worry settle into him, and unlike back home, it's not a worry he can push away. That was the one problem about this place, wasn't it? He's gotten too close to everyone here, too personal. And it's because of that he can't just help and leave, like usual. But he's too deep in to back out now, and even if he could... he can't just abandon those here who've counted on him.
But again, that leaves that uncomfortable feeling that there's a storm on the horizon, and he can't stop it alone.
Sigh. Blues reaches down to rub Tango's head, the support unit curled up on his lap to offer some semblance of comfort.]
My name is Blues, and I'm the instructor for Art & Music Appreciation on Tuesday and Thursday, as well as Advanced Weapons Training: Firearms and Projectiles on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. If you have a question about these courses, come speak with me directly. For those of you taking Art & Music Appreciation on my days, I need to meet with you as soon as you're able.
I'll be in my office for a few hours, but I can schedule a day for meeting if you feel the need for it.
As a last note, everyone, both cadet and SeeD, need to be on their guard while outside of Garden. Sol Invictus seems to have gotten ruffled about something, and if it's enough to upset them, it's not something we can afford to ignore.
-- #47137, Blues
[ACTION 1]
[As he said, Blues is hanging around in his office, just working on some papers as well as a side project of sorts. A large case is sitting at the side of the desk, currently closed, while a robotic green cat is lounging on a corner of the desk, snoozing.]
[ACTION 2]
[Much later in the afternoon, but not quite evening, anyone who goes into the Quad will be hearing a strange, yet beautiful, song.
Blues himself is settled on the branch of a tree for lack of short buildings, whistling the song and watching the skyline quietly. His last mission has made an uncomfortable worry settle into him, and unlike back home, it's not a worry he can push away. That was the one problem about this place, wasn't it? He's gotten too close to everyone here, too personal. And it's because of that he can't just help and leave, like usual. But he's too deep in to back out now, and even if he could... he can't just abandon those here who've counted on him.
But again, that leaves that uncomfortable feeling that there's a storm on the horizon, and he can't stop it alone.
Sigh. Blues reaches down to rub Tango's head, the support unit curled up on his lap to offer some semblance of comfort.]
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