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Jrda firmly stood at attention, watching intently as the commander finally strode into the main training hall. Took him long enough- though, really, it was her fault for coming nearly fifteen minutes early. And anyways, who cared. She was finally, finally here after so many long years of waiting- more than nine years, practically since she’d turned eleven and gotten the photo. Oh, how ago that had been. The last year especially had been agony, after missing her first opportunity to join up after her mother had begged her to stay just a year more so she could get all her business in order and retire early. She couldn’t hold it against her, of course- god knows the woman deserved it after more than forty years of labor (twenty of which also spent dealing with her) and nearly eight years worth of flowers at her husband’s grave. The photo he had given her was resting in her pocket even as the commander spoke. A copy, of course- she wouldn’t dare risk the rather fragile original being lost or damaged. That original was safe with her mother at home. She did realize the commander was talking. She just didn’t bother listening- whatever it was he was spouting, it was either something she had been told, read, or expected, either by her father, her mother, the recruiters, her friends- nothing was going to scare her out of this. She’d had a workout regimen since she was thirteen, she’d studied all of the public files on modules and strategy and anything else she thought would help for the past year. Her mother had called it an obsession, and honestly, she couldn’t help but agree. But there’s the problem with obsession. It’s gonna take more than acknowledging there’s an issue to stop it. And all she needed was one. One faieman, dead in front of her, and she wouldn't consider her life a failure, on the likely chance she died. That sure, single, definite inch towards utopia, would be enough to put her soul to rest. Sure as hell didn't mean she'd stop at one, though. An inch was nice, but a mile was better, and she would run, jog, walk, shuffle, crawl, drag herself halfway across the world if she could manage the feat. But first, she had to get through the rest of orientation.

"I wonder how long the tour's gonna be," says Joel to no one in particular as he follows behind Shaun. "I mean, this place is pretty big."

Joel leans over and mutters a "Wow, rude, much?" into Instance's ear, quiet enough for only them to hear.

@Tani @The Unknown Novel

"By the One, I wish there was. I think the scribes might be working on some sort of sign system, but don't hold me to it."

"Trust me, once you join them, you will quickly figure that out."

"Can't say I have any complaints so far."

"Ah. They're a brave sort, that's for sure, and often smart too. Problem is, often times they get a little too brave and a little too smart for their own good, haha. I suppose that's what their Ideals are for, anyways."

"It's understandable, really. With all the corpses and ghosts and stuff."

"Oh, you're going to be a necromancer too? Guess we'll be classmates then- I was beginning to worry I'd be the only one."

"Well, Necromancers have the dreams and the ceremony, mind harvesters have the memories, and I said the Spiritbinders got off a little easy. I did kinda forget about Enchanters though, and when you put it like that, it really doesn't hold up all that well, does it?"

"It's great to meet you all. One of the things I'm already liking about this place is all the wildly different people. Lots of perspectives, and stuff. Though I suppose university is always kinda like that- guess the whole learning magic thing just exacerbates it." "Aw! It's nice to meet you too, Kat." He looks at Katie. "Sparkfinder, I presume? I have my own, though I left her at my dorm. She's been grumpy ever since we got here." "Cool eyes." Ooh, maybe shouldn't of blurted that one out. "Oh, me and Anmil here were just talking about how people taking magic have to be masochists, haha. Though yes, you did kind of interrupt us. Not really your fault, though, is it?

Joel turns to greet all the new members of group D, but before saying anything to them he turns his head back to Anmil and says, "You're rather popular, huh?" To the newcomers, he says "Hello! I'm Joleuf, though just call me Joel. It's nice to meet you, Ben and...?" He gestures to Jared and Katie.

"True, true. Lucky, those Enchanters. But anyways- I have another question for you. Do you play an instrument?"

"Hah! I think anyone who does magic has to like pain a little bit, though the Spiritbinders seem to get off a little easy." He winces. "Almost wish you hadn't mentioned it. Haven't had a bad nightmare in years, and now I'm going to have them semi-regularly? Not fun."

"Nice to meet you, Anmil. What classes are you taking? I'm gonna be a necromancer, myself."

@NerdyAarakocra Joleuf Hadragard strolled over to the cluster of people that made up group D, humming an upbeat tune as he walked. "Morning," he pronounced to no one in particular, before focusing on... that elf looks nice. "Hello! My name's Joleuf, though just call me Joel. Can I ask yours?" Joel looked like a perfectly average human, wearing jeans and a hoodie that was just slightly too early in the year to be in-season. He had curly brown hair, a mild tan, and a friendly look on his face.