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glacial_queenOlder students might have been surprised when the handwavy email had gone out inviting anyone interested in joining any branch of the Reserves (Martial, Magic, or Support), should meet up Thursday afternoon in the preserve.
When they got there, they would see that not everything had changed; there were still tables set up withmoddable snacks and beverages, including a plate of (lumpy and slightly charred) cookies that Karla was standing behind, wearing a proud smile.
"Welcome to the first meeting of the combined Reserves," she said, once it seemed like everyone had arrived. "As those of you who have been here awhile already know, sometimes the island isn't always the safest place to be. There are occasional attacks and incursions--some are tiny and almost silly, some are big and dangerous and possibly even life-threatening. The Reserves were formed a few years back for to help us prepare and train for these invasions; to work together as a group. Whether your strengths lie in the area of fighting with weapons, having powers, taking care of others, or even research, there's a spot for you here. No matter what your skills are, we'll probably see something that requires them to be defeated."
Taking that as a cue, Wesley cleared his throat. "As Karla mentioned, all sorts of abilities are useful," he continued. "The Reserves were formerly broken down into separate groups -- Martial as well as Magic and Support -- but we'll now be meeting together, with Karla and Dolf and myself leading subsections."
Pause as he took a sip of water and tried to stealthily sweep a number of suspicious-looking cookies from the table into a garbage can. Sadly for the teal deer, one of them missed and landed on the ground. Those poor, poor teal deer never had a chance.
"Er. My name is Wesley Wyndam-Pryce. I'm from Southern Hampshire in England, I'm a senior, and I'll be running the, ah, martial branch. We'll go over weaponry, general strategy, and that sort of thing."
He looked to his fellow leaders to take over.
"And I'm Dolf Wega," Dolf said, giving everyone a bit of a wave. He looked somewhat more comfortable with himself now that he was leading a crowd again; his shoulders were relaxed. "I'm from Amstelveen in the Netherlands, which is across the ocean..." He'd encountered a few people who were from different universes by now, "...so sorry if I get something wrong. I'm leading the Support services and I have been for a while. We make sure that everyone communicates okay, that people get fed and taken care of and bandaged if something goes wrong, and everything else that doesn't mean beating people up."
He slanted a look at both Karla and Wesley.
"Which is important sometimes," he added. "You can't fix all problems by hitting them."
That wasn't meant as a malicious stab, though, and he was smiling through it.
"But today, we want to talk about what you can do, and not just us."
Karla grinned and nodded at Dolf's comment. "That's true, so after my introduction, we'll be turning the floor over to you. I'm Karla, a junior, and I'm from the Territory Glacia in the Realm Kaeleer--don't worry if none of you have heard of it. I'm heading up the Magic Reserves. That's a catch-all for anyone with powers of any sort--magic, mutation, spells, summons, materia--whatever. The three groups are going to be working together to form one integrated whole, so whenever something attacks, we can all work together as a unit, no matter what our personal skills are. Speaking of, please don't worry if you don't think you have any useful skills right now--we're here for learning just as much as practice and we welcome people to hang out and watch. Also, feel free to share only as much as you're comfortable with; we want you to feel welcomed and included more than anything else."
She gestured to the tables of food and smiled. "So, please feel free to help yourself to some snacks and things and let's talk about who you are and what we all would like to see from these groups, okay?"
[Co-written with the usual suspects. Please to be pretending this is in the right comm. *facepalms* OCD up!]
When they got there, they would see that not everything had changed; there were still tables set up with
"Welcome to the first meeting of the combined Reserves," she said, once it seemed like everyone had arrived. "As those of you who have been here awhile already know, sometimes the island isn't always the safest place to be. There are occasional attacks and incursions--some are tiny and almost silly, some are big and dangerous and possibly even life-threatening. The Reserves were formed a few years back for to help us prepare and train for these invasions; to work together as a group. Whether your strengths lie in the area of fighting with weapons, having powers, taking care of others, or even research, there's a spot for you here. No matter what your skills are, we'll probably see something that requires them to be defeated."
Taking that as a cue, Wesley cleared his throat. "As Karla mentioned, all sorts of abilities are useful," he continued. "The Reserves were formerly broken down into separate groups -- Martial as well as Magic and Support -- but we'll now be meeting together, with Karla and Dolf and myself leading subsections."
Pause as he took a sip of water and tried to stealthily sweep a number of suspicious-looking cookies from the table into a garbage can. Sadly for the teal deer, one of them missed and landed on the ground. Those poor, poor teal deer never had a chance.
"Er. My name is Wesley Wyndam-Pryce. I'm from Southern Hampshire in England, I'm a senior, and I'll be running the, ah, martial branch. We'll go over weaponry, general strategy, and that sort of thing."
He looked to his fellow leaders to take over.
"And I'm Dolf Wega," Dolf said, giving everyone a bit of a wave. He looked somewhat more comfortable with himself now that he was leading a crowd again; his shoulders were relaxed. "I'm from Amstelveen in the Netherlands, which is across the ocean..." He'd encountered a few people who were from different universes by now, "...so sorry if I get something wrong. I'm leading the Support services and I have been for a while. We make sure that everyone communicates okay, that people get fed and taken care of and bandaged if something goes wrong, and everything else that doesn't mean beating people up."
He slanted a look at both Karla and Wesley.
"Which is important sometimes," he added. "You can't fix all problems by hitting them."
That wasn't meant as a malicious stab, though, and he was smiling through it.
"But today, we want to talk about what you can do, and not just us."
Karla grinned and nodded at Dolf's comment. "That's true, so after my introduction, we'll be turning the floor over to you. I'm Karla, a junior, and I'm from the Territory Glacia in the Realm Kaeleer--don't worry if none of you have heard of it. I'm heading up the Magic Reserves. That's a catch-all for anyone with powers of any sort--magic, mutation, spells, summons, materia--whatever. The three groups are going to be working together to form one integrated whole, so whenever something attacks, we can all work together as a unit, no matter what our personal skills are. Speaking of, please don't worry if you don't think you have any useful skills right now--we're here for learning just as much as practice and we welcome people to hang out and watch. Also, feel free to share only as much as you're comfortable with; we want you to feel welcomed and included more than anything else."
She gestured to the tables of food and smiled. "So, please feel free to help yourself to some snacks and things and let's talk about who you are and what we all would like to see from these groups, okay?"
[Co-written with the usual suspects. Please to be pretending this is in the right comm. *facepalms* OCD up!]
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Re: Arrive and Mingle
Date: 2011-09-23 01:23 am (UTC)Re: Arrive and Mingle
Date: 2011-09-23 01:29 am (UTC)Maybe she'd give Warren a pass for eating at least his weight in these damn things ever since his first time seeing one of them?
Re: Arrive and Mingle
Date: 2011-09-23 01:33 am (UTC)No. Literally corrosive. He was pretty sure one of the ones he'd touched had left a permanent mark on his hand.
Re: Arrive and Mingle
Date: 2011-09-23 01:36 am (UTC)"I don't think she actually knows what they taste like," he sighed, pocketing a cookie or three to properly dispose of later. Probably with fire.
Re: Arrive and Mingle
Date: 2011-09-23 01:38 am (UTC)Not him, though. PLEASE GOD NOT HIM.
Re: Arrive and Mingle
Date: 2011-09-23 01:46 am (UTC)Better to be the one eating them! And didn't that say a lot?
"She'd probably accuse us of tampering with them or something!"
Re: Arrive and Mingle
Date: 2011-09-23 01:49 am (UTC)Wes. Let it go.
Re: Arrive and Mingle
Date: 2011-09-23 01:55 am (UTC)The universe was a cruel place.
Re: Arrive and Mingle
Date: 2011-09-23 02:01 am (UTC)"Er. Right." Pause. "So we... shan't do that."
No, Wesley. You shan't.
Re: Arrive and Mingle
Date: 2011-09-23 02:13 am (UTC)Warren might have had to make sad, sad faces at you until the end of time, if that had happened, Wesley.
"At least this way, we can kind of... You know. Oops."
And another cookie hit the ground. Jumped right out from Warren's fingers!
Re: Arrive and Mingle
Date: 2011-09-23 02:25 am (UTC)"You don't suppose Karla gives these to, er, sick friends, do you?"
Re: Arrive and Mingle
Date: 2011-09-23 02:37 am (UTC)"What? No! No, she can't do that, she'd-" Warren bit his tongue to keep from having some sort of outburst that could be overheard by, say, Karla. "Heal them first, because she's a Healer. It's... way more important than cookies, you know?"
Yeah. That was totally a good save.
Re: Arrive and Mingle
Date: 2011-09-23 02:42 am (UTC)THE HORROR. THE HORROR!
Re: Arrive and Mingle
Date: 2011-09-23 03:14 am (UTC)... And then he would have to dispose of the evidence, and then he'd probably spend the next day in a sad ball of feathers on his dorm room floor.
Re: Arrive and Mingle
Date: 2011-09-23 04:59 am (UTC)"Warren," he said, his voice low and urgent, "we will find something -- machinery or magic -- that can destroy these cookies. You can't keep doing this to yourself!"
Re: Arrive and Mingle
Date: 2011-09-23 05:20 am (UTC)Saddest ball of feathers ever.
Re: Arrive and Mingle
Date: 2011-09-23 01:42 pm (UTC)If only!
Re: Arrive and Mingle
Date: 2011-09-23 01:53 pm (UTC)Keep rubbing it in, Wes! Keep doing it!
Re: Arrive and Mingle
Date: 2011-09-23 02:10 pm (UTC)Really, Wes. You don't say.
"I suppose I can... do a bit of research on it?" Maybe start opening up dimensional portals right and left, sending her cookies into hell dimensions?
...Actually, that might work.
Re: Arrive and Mingle
Date: 2011-09-23 05:21 pm (UTC)"... It couldn't hurt."
Warren, of course, would risk sending Karla-cookies to Hell. He suspected that Saetan would understand if he had any idea just how many of them Warren had eaten.
Re: Arrive and Mingle
Date: 2011-09-23 06:38 pm (UTC)Maybe when he went to a Hell dimension next year, he could bring the cookies along as weapons!
Re: Arrive and Mingle
Date: 2011-09-23 06:46 pm (UTC)"If there's anything I can do to help, just let me know," Warren decided. Because he kind of had a vested interest in this, and all.