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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!]
Re: Talk to Your Leaders
Date: 2011-09-23 03:47 pm (UTC)Re: Talk to Your Leaders
Date: 2011-09-23 03:49 pm (UTC)Sadly, that was the voice of experience.
Re: Talk to Your Leaders
Date: 2011-09-23 03:57 pm (UTC)Slight glance to Raven, there.
Re: Talk to Your Leaders
Date: 2011-09-23 04:01 pm (UTC)It left him feeling like this didn't make sense, somehow.
Re: Talk to Your Leaders
Date: 2011-09-23 05:30 pm (UTC)Re: Talk to Your Leaders
Date: 2011-09-23 05:39 pm (UTC)Re: Talk to Your Leaders
Date: 2011-09-23 05:48 pm (UTC)Re: Talk to Your Leaders
Date: 2011-09-23 05:58 pm (UTC)He shook his head.
"Not that I wanted her to stay dead," he said, sounding appalled at himself.
Re: Talk to Your Leaders
Date: 2011-09-23 06:12 pm (UTC)"I thought about ... bringing my mom to the island this summer and seeing what happened, but it felt ... wrong, somehow. Interfering." She shrugged. "With God, or the gods, or ... whatever's out there."
Re: Talk to Your Leaders
Date: 2011-09-23 06:40 pm (UTC)Re: Talk to Your Leaders
Date: 2011-09-23 07:09 pm (UTC)She was already starting to feel guiltier.
Re: Talk to Your Leaders
Date: 2011-09-23 07:13 pm (UTC)Re: Talk to Your Leaders
Date: 2011-09-23 07:55 pm (UTC)Re: Talk to Your Leaders
Date: 2011-09-23 07:57 pm (UTC)He'd just heard people use 'God's will' as an excuse not to interfere when they should, a few too many times. It... might have become an irrational kneejerky thing.
Re: Talk to Your Leaders
Date: 2011-09-23 08:08 pm (UTC)Re: Talk to Your Leaders
Date: 2011-09-24 03:53 am (UTC)He was grateful he hadn't brought up Cally, that was for sure.
"Okay," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "Anyway, I'm... glad you're staying with the reserves, even if we're down to three."