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fandomhighdorms2010-05-11 05:49 am
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Behind the Dorms, Tuesday Afternoon
When the group had gathered today for the weekly reserves meeting, they'd probably notice the distinct lack of Arthur. And of Leto, for that matter. Zack had been sitting on the sidelines as he watched people gather, his sword in one hand and his gaze occasionally flicking toward it before, finally, he decided it was time to get started. The sword got a twirl before it went onto his back, and he stepped out in front of the group.
"So, is everybody here, now? Some of you guys are rookies, right?" It was a new semester, and there had been so many new kids on the weekend, it only stood to reason that there would be new faces, either because people had passed on the fact that the group existed at all, or because they'd wandered past and stopped to see what was going on. Or, at least, that was the hope. "Before I get started with today's activity, then, I have just one piece of advice." A beat, and then he shook his head. "No, an order."
He fell quiet, reaching for the sword at his back, holding it up in the air for a moment for everyone to see, and then pressing it against his forehead. He sighed. He smiled. And then he lowered it again.
"Embrace your dreams. And, whatever happens, protect your honor. Got it?" He looked over the group one more time. "No matter what happens this year, we're all getting out of it alive, you hear me?" The sword was hoisted up again, like some sort of beacon for all to see, before Zack returned it to his back, and seemed to snap out of whatever 'dreams and honor' daze he'd managed to drift away into.
"Because it's a new term, and we're likely to have some new faces, we're going to start with introductions again. Just your names and what sort of tactical experience and weapons specialty you've got. I'm Zack Fair, SOLDIER 1st Class. Elite military, in Midgar, and my weapon is... Well, I'm sure you've figured it out. While you're at it, feel free to swap contact information, in case something does happen around here and we need to get in contact with fighters in a hurry. Talk about the invasions that you've been through here, let the rookies know what to expect here on Fandom Island, and what was done to fend them off. Today is just another day for finding our footing, and I'll try to get you guys into the heavy stuff next week. For now, you have your discussion topics. Let's go."
[Open to all! For those new around here, this would be the weekly meeting of Fandom's military reserve! Anybody with an interest in protecting the island is welcome to show up to these meetings! There's also a group for people with powers, and one for support services on other days of the week, but they're out of my jurisdiction- Totally worth keeping an eye open for, though!]
"So, is everybody here, now? Some of you guys are rookies, right?" It was a new semester, and there had been so many new kids on the weekend, it only stood to reason that there would be new faces, either because people had passed on the fact that the group existed at all, or because they'd wandered past and stopped to see what was going on. Or, at least, that was the hope. "Before I get started with today's activity, then, I have just one piece of advice." A beat, and then he shook his head. "No, an order."
He fell quiet, reaching for the sword at his back, holding it up in the air for a moment for everyone to see, and then pressing it against his forehead. He sighed. He smiled. And then he lowered it again.
"Embrace your dreams. And, whatever happens, protect your honor. Got it?" He looked over the group one more time. "No matter what happens this year, we're all getting out of it alive, you hear me?" The sword was hoisted up again, like some sort of beacon for all to see, before Zack returned it to his back, and seemed to snap out of whatever 'dreams and honor' daze he'd managed to drift away into.
"Because it's a new term, and we're likely to have some new faces, we're going to start with introductions again. Just your names and what sort of tactical experience and weapons specialty you've got. I'm Zack Fair, SOLDIER 1st Class. Elite military, in Midgar, and my weapon is... Well, I'm sure you've figured it out. While you're at it, feel free to swap contact information, in case something does happen around here and we need to get in contact with fighters in a hurry. Talk about the invasions that you've been through here, let the rookies know what to expect here on Fandom Island, and what was done to fend them off. Today is just another day for finding our footing, and I'll try to get you guys into the heavy stuff next week. For now, you have your discussion topics. Let's go."
[Open to all! For those new around here, this would be the weekly meeting of Fandom's military reserve! Anybody with an interest in protecting the island is welcome to show up to these meetings! There's also a group for people with powers, and one for support services on other days of the week, but they're out of my jurisdiction- Totally worth keeping an eye open for, though!]
Arrive! Mingle! Eat!
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He was mostly standing to a distance and observing what was going on.
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Also, there were cookies!
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Mostly she was just sort of... sad at hearing Zack.
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due to mun's rl issues, but figured this week would be a good one to resume attendance.And, hey, cookies.
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