getting ready for classes

[platinumheritance]

Character(s): Rita Coulia and Olivia The Dean of Academics
Location: Olivia's Office
Rating: PG (!?)
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed
Summary: Rita doesn't think she needs Weapons Classes.


This couldn't have been too much of a big deal, right? All she wanted to do was get out of having to take weapons classes. It made sense to her. She'd never picked up a weapon in her life, no, so if she was going to use them any kind of training was going to be appropriate, but she didn't plan to change that part of herself. She didn't need weapons to fight, and if she didn't need them to fight, there was no point to having to take whole classes about them, right? It would just be a waste, especially when there was so much else that she wanted to learn about.

These were the sort of thoughts that were buzzing through her head as she wandered down the halls in search of the Dean of Academics' office. Olivia. Dean of Academics. It didn't take her very long to find it. She knocked three times before waiting outside the door, dressed in her Cadet uniform. Her wings were poking out of two holes that she'd made herself in the back of the top.

Comments

it's okay! it is a cute tag

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Rita stood as attentive as she'd been throughout the rest of their conversation, taking in and really considering what Olivia was saying. Cultural Studies, International Relations, Political Science, and International Law. Political Science sounded a bit strange, but she would at least look into it. She was certainly going to take Magic, as well.

Physics was something she wasn't familiar with. She was familiar with the concept, of course, but not its actual name. She didn't know aerodynamics, either. Things to look up later, that she made note of in her head.

She was in agreement, though, that she wasn't going to let one class stop her from doing something she wanted, giving a nod of affirmation.

"I guess I have a lot to think about," she said at the end, raising a hand to ruffle the back of her own hair before pulling her fingers through it. "I still have the course catalog from when I arrived. I'll look through that again, and figure out what I want to do."

"Oh," she said, remembering something. "Bahamut. How can I speak to him in this world?"

the ironic thing is I never listened to my high school careers counselor...

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She nodded in approval, glad that this cadet was going to give it more thought. Specializations were a big decision.

The question about Bahamut, however, made Olivia raise her eyebrows.

"The Guardian Force?" she wanted to clarify. "Why do you ask?"

neither did I :V

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"Yes," she said, though she wasn't wholly sure if that's really who she meant. She had only read that there was a Guardian Force named Bahamut; there was no way for her to know if hers and this were one and the same.

"He was the one who sent me from my world to this one. I was hoping to speak with him."

[wrnpcs]

Of all the reactions to ending up in her world that Olivia had seen, this was a new one, bizarre enough that Olivia failed to keep her incredulity from her face. How in the world (worlds?) had she come to this conclusion?

"Bahamut does not have that kind of power," she said. "No Guardian Force does. You were not purposefully sent here; you were caught up in an aftershock of a powerful spell which affected all time and space."