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concoursec2012-01-30 02:13 pm
platinumheritance) wrote in concoursec2012-01-30 02:13 pm
Entry tags:
getting ready for classes
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.
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.
no subject
"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."