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[h3][color=662d91][i][b]Alexander Polawski[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=662d91]Location:[/color][/b][/i] Outside Administration
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	Alexander sighed in agreement, knowing all too well how such absurd concepts as entitlement had gotten people into deep trouble over the years, or worse killed. He'd seen it himself in so many around him, not the least in himself. [color=662d91]"It's a shame really, so many good folks out there that didn't see past their noses until it was too late."[/color] Alexander said back to Aeron, letting out a deep breath before going on. [color=662d91]"Keep going forward, no matter what. A hard thing to do for some of us, but we must. Stick to the plan, but know it never survives first contact with the enemy."[/color] 

	The old veteran of a lower rank finished his musings of military theory and battle-hardened memories to himself, turning his eyes away from the watery canal and back towards the interiour of CMB. Inside those protective walls, behind the buildings and around the crossing streets, Alexander imagined the people he'd gotten to know briefly, the few he knew by name and ever fewer he cared deeply for. Hope, that's what they stood for. Thankfully Aeron had felt the same, Alexander thought. A smile returned to his face while the issue of callsigns was explained to him. [color=662d91]"Ah, makes sense. I hope I don't have to do the same, but callsigns did help back in the war too. I guess some things don't change, you certainly haven't Aeron. Always seeing the individual in the ranks, I remember…"[/color] 

	Alexander let the words ebb out for a moment, accepting the pipe and chuckling back at Aeron. [color=662d91]"Oh I could give you a long list of the guys who called you either Scottish or Irish! Was always an interesting topic to discuss, where you came from and why."[/color] Alexander elaborated, holding up the pipe to his mouth and taking a pat of it. He had never really smoked a pipe, cigarettes were simpler and better by default, but the smokey sensation hadn't changed. Alexander of course gave a cough, giving his chest a good beat before settling in with the sense of relief down in his amputated leg. It felt good, the sort of good…Alexander couldn't explain it, just a wave of memories that got reawakened. 

	[color=662d91]"Sounds like a plan then. I think Gunny, your son yes, anticipated seeing me there. But Aeron, may I ask why you're in pain?"[/color] Alexander asked, taking out the pipe from his mouth and holding it to Aeron, giving him a concerned look. 


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[h3][color=B8860B][i][b]Nigel Cooper[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=B8860B]Location:[/color][/b][/i] Education Center (M)
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	They were always in need of a fellow educator. That was good news, good news indeed. Nigel nodded affirmatively to the Professor's statement, hoping that his competence as a teacher would be appriciated by the school and the community as a whole. He wanted to help, or more wanted to prove to them that he was of use in more than one way. Don't get him wrong, he had enjoyed helping Thana out at in the Second Hanging Gardens of Babylon, being the strongman and all. But the suggestion that he could be useful there sounded good to him, and he smiled, if awkwardly. 

	Taking the piece of signed paper from her and giving it a quick read, Nigel mentally memorized what she had told him to do; check the class list outside, show up at a class he wanted to teach and hand in the piece of paper. Yes, he could do that. Without verbally confirming what the Professor had just told him, he did not except her answer about fight training. [color=#B8860B]"Eh…excuse me Professor, but what?"[/color] Nigel said back to the fellow educator, trying to process what she had just told him as someone else seemingly entered the room, though he took a moment to register that as well. 

	Nigel hadn't been denied the privilige of exercising his feats with a blade, not directly at least. They had classes, and he needed to sign up for a so-called D roster? Should he sign up there by himself, was she pulling out the neccecary paperwork from the cabinet, or had Thalia come to knock him over the head with a great Amazon club for asking such frivelous questions? 

	Thalia?

	Nigel looked up at Thalia entering the room with a slight look of confusion, though attempting to mask it in the presence of his fellow social class and occupation. To Thalia he gave a similar quick tilt or a nod, telling her he saw her and wouldn't cause any trouble. It would seem he was not the only newcomer to the Florida walled city that wished to train their sword arm. Nigel remembered the night before and their brief exchange of words at the bar, how Thalia was good with a spear out of all things pointy and deadly. Turning back to the Professor, Nigel gave a respectful look at her over at the filing cabinets, folding the piece of paper and putting it somewhere safe on his person. [color=#B8860B]"What she, Miss Thalia said…"[/color] Nigel followed up after Thalia, slowly getting up from the chair and standing beside Thalia and giving a quick glance out the door after Thana. [color=#B8860B]"Miss Martin  sent me here, so seems we are two then, Professor."[/color]