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You know the nice thing about justice is that it's universal. Whether people believe in following it out an internal guiding principle, for the sake of society, or the belief in a divine or spiritual intervention, whatever the world, cultural, or legal background, it's commonly considered a good principle.

Obviously I try to focus my classes on the justice systems of this world, or things all worlds seem to have in common, but I'm curious for anyone who knows of specific differences; something that is considered a justice or moral law where they're from but not here or other worlds. The same can go for anyone from this world too of course.

Likewise, I'm curious how all the different worlds enforce their legal systems. Even though each place seems to have some sort of basic governing law, each place also seems to need to enforce it. Maybe no matter what the universe, some people can't be trusted to follow it on their own.

- Instructor Lt. Furor

[He will also be seen playing catch/fetch with a bouncy ball later. Feel free to notice the sheer absurdity of an instructor dog playing catch. But in true puppy fashion, he'll just make you play with him.]

earthlychild

Hello again! It's been an awfully long while, hasn't it? Or maybe it only feels that way when you've been on an extended mission. I wanted to let you know that I've brought some ribbons and balloons back with me! They were meant for Homecoming, but it took so long to treat all my patients after the last attack that I missed it. I'm sure it was a wonderful day. But now I have the decorations taking up all this space in my room. If you need them for a birthday party, or if there's something else coming up, please stop by! -Aerith (But you'll have to start calling me Instructor Gainsborough if you're in my Advanced Recovery Magic class next semester. Those are the rules!)
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( Wandering and wondering )

espio

[You know that Polymorphus Potion thingamawhatsit? Well, guess who's trying it out.

Espio, for his part, rather likes the idea. Partly because it makes things things that should be simple (like, say, buying things) a whole lot easier without the fuss, and partly because it's like a second type of invisibility. He's just irked by the fact this new commander has decided it's now required when going outside of the Garden, when he's never let being a chameleon stop him from leaving the Garden before. Like he's going to obey that pointless rule. He'll use it when it suits him.

Like right now, just before and during lunchtime.

Mission: see if anyone even recognises him.

The biggest problem, though, is that his sense of balance has taken a hit. It's bound to when you suddenly gain two foot and lose a tail, bit that's only part of it - it must be the potion, Espio figures, that's giving him the occasional dizzy spell.

So, as Espio wanders around the hall, trying to get used to a completely different shape, there's the occasional thump, a yelp of surprise more than one of pain, and plenty of complaining.]

Not again!

Anyone'd think I'd forgotten how to walk!

haha_steelguard

Got a question for you all out there... at least, the ones I've never asked this of before.

What's magic like on your worlds? Did it exist? Could anyone use it, or was it in the hands of just a few? Did it terrify people, like it does here? Was there a substitute for it?

No deep reason, just curious. My own world has a lot of similarities to this one, that way. Makes me wonder what other ones are like.

-Instructor Snow Villiers

eggplantallergy

[BBS]

Please disregard any posters you see bearing my name and accompanied by the words 'Happy Birthday'. Thank you.

-Gakupo

[ACTION]

[Gakupo is using a stick to reach a very high poster that simply said 'Happy Birthday, Gakupo!' in thick purple letters. Whoever put it that high (at least three feet above him) has too much time on their hands.]

haha_steelguard

Hey cadets and SeeDs alike -- anyone out there familiar with technology a bit more advanced than what we normally see? I've got a bike from back home here that might need some preventative maintenance soon.

-Snow

[If you're curious what he's talking about, well, if you're outside you might have a chance to see it later that evening. Having refrained from using it while Garden was in Dollet, Snow's making up for lost time on his hoverbike a bit more lately.]

[...Truth is, it reminds him of home, and of good things. Sort of like a promise, or a vow.]

[So as the sun heads for the horizon, the hoverbike in turn descends from the sky, with the tall Instructor mounted on it and a distant look on his face as he brings it to a halt not far from the entrance to the garage.]

seethelanterns

Um, I noticed Merlin's name isn't at his room on the dorm lists anymore? Does that mean he's...gone home?

Current Mood: distressed

haha_steelguard

[Snow had been lying low for a while, quite unlike the congenial martial arts instructor. If you know enough, 'why' is an easy question to answer.]

[But he'd let himself do that for too long. So during lunch he'd hared off to Balamb Town, hit a couple of shops, and come back...]

[Now Snow's hanging out by the directory in the lobby, leaning against as he watches people go by. To those people, he lobs something nice he'd picked up -- honing oil and a sharpening stone if he knows you're specialized in bladed weapons, for example, or a magic stone if you're a paramagic specialist. He has a pretty good stash, and keeps better tabs on the students than you'd think, so chances are he's got something you might like.]

espio

[Right now, Espio isn't quite sure what he's supposed to be thinking - he's just so confused! At the very least, he's sure Time Compression has done something stupid specifically to mess with him. The problem is, he's not completely clear on what, and he's trying so hard not to jump to what is (to him, right now) the obvious conclusion: he's been randomly moved two years into the future.

No, this is not the most ridiculous conclusion he could jump to! Similar things have happened to others, after all. But he knows it's pretty stupid, even so - surely he'd've noticed?

Still, now he's got the idea in his head, he just has to make absolutely sure. Which he is doing by wandering the hallways, figuring that he'll try and visit a friend's dorm or something. Marco, most likely, unless the phoenix found him first.

He seems to be paying an unusual amount of attention to the people in the halls, watching them quite closely even as he hurries towards the dorms, and trying to see if anything was weird about them.

It's a bit hard to watch everyone so closely while he's walking, though.]

subjected

[ Well, here's a somebody that hasn't been seen around at Balamb Garden itself in a while! Anyone out and about this early Monday morning is potentially witness to a rather unusual sight in context: it's Claire Farron alright, carrying with her the exact same things she had when she left some months ago- same gunblades, same bag, same neutral-colored manner of dress...

Albeit she's coming in rather than going out - a flouncing in reverse - and is noticeably less tidy, this time around. In fact, she has a distinctly travel-worn look to her, from her not-quite-as-tailored clothing down to the dark circles under her eyes and rather obvious fact that her pale pink hair was dyed brown up until a short time ago... and yet is now half-washed out at best, sporting a wavy quality the woman is usually so sure to keep straightened out.

Unfortunately, she doesn't have time to detour to her room before heading straight up to the headmaster's office, meaning she'll likely be not that mentally open to distractions. However, she can be caught should anyone prove brave enough... or at least be seen in passing, to what's sure to be her eternal annoyance as well. She even ducks into the cafeteria after her impromptu meeting for an apple or three left over from the cadets' breakfast--

Before promptly disappearing again, of course.

It's not until she's showered and slept in for a while that she's back... and looking deliberately stoic as ever as she watches cadets, SeeDs, and these strange intruders alike as she wanders the halls and leans against walls pointedly, half-devoured peach in hand or folded laptop under-arm. ]

rewritethis

[Here's a short blond kid wandering rather stiffly around campus, pestering anyone who looks even slightly engineering-minded:]

Uh, 'scuse me. You know if there're any mechanics around here? Or if you are one, could you do me a favour? I'm not - well, I guess I am low on money now... but I'll work something out.

[Because if there's one thing more annoying than being unexpectedly and unwillingly propelled to a parallel world, it's being unexpectedly propelled to a parallel world where your arm won't stay on properly. Ed can in fact speak from experience since both have happened to him in the past day or so, and he's really pissed off about it. More than usual, even.

He mentally takes stock yet again, in the hope that his situation will make a little more sense the fifth or sixth time through. So... he woke up, definitely not dead. That's a bad start. And then he went and enrolled in the first group he bumped into that remotely resembled a military, which just goes to show he hasn't learned anything. Shortly after that, after they left him to his own devices for the rest of the day, was when his arm fell off. What was it doing here in the first place, anyway? And his leg? He supposes it's better than not having them at all, but...

Nope, no more sense. Oh well. Maybe if he walks around long enough and bugs enough people, someone will take pity on him. And it serves the additional purpose of familiarising himself with these new surroundings, he tells himself, because he hates feeling as useless as this.]

wrnpcs

[Night has fallen on Balamb Garden; the halls of Garden are mostly deserted besides the stray student walking about, and even the usual faculty members are missing from their posts around the school. There's a certain festive energy through the air, the source coming from the Ballroom cheerily decorated located on the second floor.

At exactly 2100, as soon as the dinner rush ends, the Garden chime sounds and the intercom clicks on. The Headmaster speaks to the Garden.]

The Graduation Ball is now beginning. Your attendance is requested at [2F] Ballroom.

I repeat, the Graduation Ball is now beginning. Your attendance is requested at [2F] Ballroom. The dance will run until 2400. Students leaving the ball after curfew are to return to their dorms immediately.

[After the announcement, the intercom falls silent. The faint sound of upbeat orchestrations can be heard from the second floor of the building. In the second floor ballroom, the Headmaster, Garden faculty, and even some of the instructors are present, so troublemakers are free to roam until 2400. Caterers roam, offering drinks and refreshments to the party goers; a stationary stand for punch and food is also offered.]

(Mod note: You may participate in the dance in comments to this post, or opt to make your own new post/log.

The dance isn't mandatory, so students that choose not to attend won't be punished.

Newly graduated SeeDs are required to wear their uniforms. Otherwise, the occasion is black tie. All inhabitants of Garden are welcome to the festivities.

Should players have any questions left unanswered, feel free to ping the mods via PM.)

vestigiaflammae

hey a lot of you have already taken the higher magic courses right? what do you think is cooler? attack or restoration magic?

i'm probably not gonna do a lot of the summoning stuff

i don't want to forget anybody important.

- lea

[Anyone who stops by the Quad this afternoon will find Lea there, trying to perfect the art of getting his Frisbees to curve midflight and come back around to be caught. He's convinced he can do it if he gets just the right spin on them! In the meantime, though? Today's forecast is sunny with a chance of unexpected flying pointy object.

It's not against the rules, right? He definitely doesn't remember anything about Frisbee in the quad. So it's got to be okay.

Duck!]

[ooc; Tags may be slow until later this afternoon EST!]

redcinemareel

[Grell is out and about in Balamb Garden, standing beneath her parasol. The arm holding up the parasol also holds a basket at the crook of it, filled with red colored envelopes. Currently, she's passing them out. These envelopes hold the key to greatness. To fabulousness!

To a Stag and Doe party!

Never mind that the invites say Don't come without money.

Actually, do mind that.]

focusedfate.livejournal.com

[There's nothing really unusual in Cid being serious, but today, there seems to be more worry in his expression than usual. The set of his shoulders is a little stiffer, and his steps carry more speed than usual as he exits the dormitory area and steps into the lobby.

What may be most obviously different, though, is his dress. Gone is his Sanctum uniform, the suits, and even the business casual--they've been replaced, apparently, by a rather plain but utilitarian outfit. He has a single duffle bag slung over his shoulder but nothing else of note on his person. The news of recent events in his adopted home world hasn't been sitting all that well with him, and this one individual is off to catch a train to Deling City to see if there's anything he can assist with.

Run into him on his way out?]

atouchofstrife.livejournal.com

This system is a little old. Guess it's all you got without towers for a PHS system. Name's Strife. Is there anyone else from Gaia here? I was told that it might be possible... but I am not holding my breath. They also explained this SeeD place as being a kind of school for fighters. Is it true they are not associated with any country or political power? Sounds too good to be true... As for this... Whatever this is. What exactly are they expecting in return? Information? S.

[ooc; Strike outs are personal thoughts. Cloud is just a tiny suspicious of the good people of the Garden. And you want to switch to action, Cloud is currently holed up with Fenrir in the garage. ]

contempsi.livejournal.com

Choice A - Fisherman's Horizon
[For someone who isn't exactly used to setting foot in a town and having people actually stroll by - sometimes waving or offering a smile, other times a crotchety old glare and a mutter about "kids these days" - this place is rather unsettling for a kid who'd almost, bitter as it was, gotten accustomed to pretty much the whole of humanity running screaming in terror. Whether it be away or toward, with crudely brandished makeshift weapons.

Hope clasps a hand over his tummy, exhaling slowly before continuing his trek toward the Inn as he'd been directed. Now that it's finally sinking in that this is a safe place, at least in comparison to what he's endured over the past few days, most of the unconscious fight-or-flight reactions are kept at bay.

And thus he's busy craning his neck this way and that, trying to take everything in. One thing that catches his eye in particular is the huge circular panel and everything that surrounds it. So much, in fact, that he's too busy twisting his head around to try and get a better look at it as he walks. Most likely bumping into other fellow students on their stay here or the town's citizens as he does so.

He can be caught on his way to the inn or heading toward the Garden a bit later, changed into his student uniform and looking every bit confused and bewildered as before.]

Choice B - Balamb Garden
[The next term won't be starting for a little while, Hope was told, so he's entirely free until then. After making it to the F.H. Inn, he'd spent some time sitting on his bed staring at the class roster—only to discover some very familiar names, one more bemusing than the others.

Therefore! First order of business? Finding the others. It's just a matter of finding the right classrooms.

Willing his heart to stay where it belongs (that's in his chest and not leaping out of his palate the way it's been threatening), hesitant footsteps carry him away from the large directory panel he'd been staring at and toward where he might find one of those very places. He only gets halfway up the stairs before pausing again, lifting up the wrinkled sheet in his hands and staring down at all the names, course numbers, and corresponding rooms. It's starting to all blur together, making his head spin. Hope squeezes his eyes shut with a frustrated sigh, then practically leaps up the rest of the stairs leading to the elevator.

It's entirely hit-or-miss for him, but he'll be hitting up the Farron, Villiers and Katzroy courses first thing - and in that order. Other cadets might see him weaving his way through random little crowds of fellow students, probably getting smacked into due to his tiny (therefore near-invisible) height and knocked around a few times; or he'll be nervously waiting outside one of the classrooms, attempting to find a way to peer inside. He can't summon up the courage to just barge on in there, as much as he'd like to.]

haha-steelguard.livejournal.com

[A grinning Snow is casually pummeling a training dummy in the classrooms. Whatever oddity of time compression has stripped off his brand and replaced it with some other power, he doesn't know, but after some of the earlier adventures he's endured through its questionable charity, he intends to just ride this out.]

[So now he's playing with this new power: density control. And frankly doing quite well at it. The punch he hurls at the dummy starts off light and fast, barely dense enough to engender any resistance even from the air; then, a moment before it lands, his body coalesces into a far more dense form. The punch hits with alarming force, sending the dummy flying.]

Huh.

I think I might've overdone it.

laughafterme

[It's a beautiful day, and everything is all setup for the date auction! Held in the courtyard, there is a mini stage set up with a microphone and speakers, and none other than Pinkie Pie is standing on the stage.

Why?

Because the actual GFC leader is too busy to be the MC for the evening. And lets face it, Pinkie will do a better job. Combined with the fact that faculty need to supervise. But who will supervise Pinkie?]

HELLLLLOOOOOOOOO ladies and gentlemen! Boys and girls of all ages! Cats and dogs! Chocobos and Gummys! Lions and tigers and bears! [GASP] Oh my! Welcome to the first ever, SUPER SPECTACULAR, EXTRA AWESOME, FUNTASTIC DATE AUCTION! WOOOOOOOO! [FIST PUMP!] We have a wonderful rainbow of super special awesome people here today to make our auction a BLAST!

Lets not wait any further, guys! And gals! And animals! Oh, do we have any manticores around? [Scans the crowd, who pretty much stare at her in silence.] OH WELL!

All bids start at 1 gil and go up and UP and UP! Sorry, no rain checks or IOUs!

(ooc: There will be threads for each person! ~~PLEASE WAIT UNTIL ALL THREADS ARE DONE BEFORE COMMENTING!~~ DONE! GO CRAZY!

ALSO! Please put your bids in subject lines, so people can see! Threads tend to collapse after about 50 comments, so it may be a bit easier to see bids that way!

EDIT 2: THE DATE AUCTION BIDDING WILL CLOSE WEDNESDAY, EST! HELP THE ORPHANS WHILE YOU STILL CAN!)

nvrstrikestwice.livejournal.com

[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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Witches Reign

[BBS] Justice! // Action

Tied Up[BBS/action]

polymorphus

[BBS/maaaybe action]

[BBS] / [ACTION]: NOTHING TO SEE HERE!

Keep My Ride Alive [BBS + Action]

{BBS; 11 Frying Pans}

Have a thing you'd like! [Action, the lobby]

[action] future confusion

[ action - monday ] ϟ [ 07 ]

1. [Action]

SeeD graduation ball - second floor ballroom - 2100-2400

[006. action/bbs]

You're Invited! [ACTION]

[action] the lobby - backdated to the start of villain event, just about

[BBS]

{ 001 | Action }

Therapeutic violence [Action, WTR classrooms]

DATE AUCTION!

002 [Action-allllll over the place.]

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