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Gabriel never did give too much attention to the other Cadets reactions to each and every thing that happened to them. Perhaps they were quite pissed off with being given marching orders. Or maybe they were just as glad to get a chance to get started as he was. Nobody really knew except themselves and those who actually took the time to look for the signs of reaction. To Gabriel, their thoughts were their own. However, deep inside, he couldn't help but feel a little jealous that the rest of the Cadets were being given a chance to get settled in and greet their fellow soldiers. Gabriel, as he realized prior, would simply have to make-do and get to know the others who had been unfortunate to be called out.

At first, the jog was rather standard; it came easily enough to the young man, having done rigorous physical activity countless times in the past. Yet, the sights were utterly boring and devoid of any real scenery to keep one preoccupied. As he moved the flask in his hand up to drink, it almost seemed like there was a sudden transition in the environment. Wide open field was now making way to gigantic trees and lush greenery. Had he been so preoccupied in his thoughts that he failed to witness this? Even the the ODM Gear that the Instructors had placed on earlier appeared to escape his sights as they flew through the air, passing from branch to branch. His eyes remained glued to the world around him, wondering about just how much was outside of the Walls for a place like this to exist... or if there even was anything as close as this out there.

Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice called out to him - it was Grant, one of his fellow 'punished Cadets'. "So, hey..." Grant started, trying his hardest to minimize his tone of awkwardness and instead flowing naturally as a conversationalist. "Not exactly the best start to our training, huh? You'd think there'd be a sixth person with us." Gabriel blinked, unsure of how to even respond to that. He knew full well that he wished to speak, but now that he was in a position to do so, it was rather awkward for the lumbering giant. After a short moment, he matched Grant's speed, and replied with a rather calm tone. "I think it's a rather good start. Better to go straight into it ahead of the others. Maybe we'll make Top Ten." "Top ten? You've got aspirations, I'll give you that. Maybe that's all you need to get up there." He stumbled for a moment, taking the time to catch his breath now that the jog was in full effect. Grant chuckled, looking up to him with a somewhat gentle gaze. "Hopefully you can keep me going then, you look capable." Gabriel tilted his head to the side, before turning his attention forward. "You need to have some kind of goal when you do these things - how do you know where you're going and what you want if you don't have a finish line?" He turned his attention back to Grant as he tripped, keeping a close eye on him to make sure he wasn't going to fall, before focusing on where they were going again. "I've... got some experience with this, I suppose. I'm not a soldier yet, though.

From an outside perspective, it looked true enough - Gabriel looked like a fish swimming through water. From the way he moved to the controlled breaths he took, it was clear that on close inspection, he knew exactly what he was doing. Of course, as he said before-hand, he wasn't quite a soldier yet; he had no idea how he would fare in a situation that required the ODM, or if he would get the hand of it easily. Deep down, he had hoped that he'd catch on quick... but something deep down inside of him was warning him that he was going to have a serious challenge in using it.











The clicking that came from the heel of his boots were as sharp as his movements from the call to attention. Gabriel had practiced the formations more times than he could count having a decent meal, or the amount of friends he knocked out during 'play boxing' behind the local pub. To him, it came almost as naturally as breathing. What he wasn't prepared for however was the heat that beat down on them that morning. It seemed to hit harder than any other day, strangely enough; perhaps it was just because of the climate he was used to back in Falkran. The first thought that struck him when he was reminded of home was his little brothers and how they begged him to stay. Then, it shifted to his mother... his sweet, doting mother. As proud as she was of him turning his life around, he knew just how much it hurt her to see him go, and how she wished for him to join the Garrison.

His thought was, of course, interrupted by the sudden yelling of Head Instructor, and how he had been grilling each of the Cadets in a test of their strengths and weaknesses. At first, Gabriel wondered more on Maurer's service than what was going on, but his thoughts shifted to his father. Recalling the past was always painful, but it wasn't something he could control, especially when his father used to do the exact same thing; every failed push up, every trip during a march, and every single tear was met with criticism and a demand for improvement. In a way, this caused the young man to smile. It was familiar to him, and almost felt like home. Of course, the smile was quick to dissipate at the calling of his name, along with a few other recruits.

Gabriel was completely taken off-guard by the sudden punishment that he and a few others would be facing; was this really what they were to be receiving from someone who didn't understand the complexities of basic training? In a way, this ticked Gabriel off - at least it did, until he realized something. He wasn't much of a social bird, but it would perhaps give him a good chance to understand the motives of others joining the military; perhaps there were other patriots just like himself that he had yet to meet? Even with the pompous attitude and rude remarks, there certainly had to be some diamonds in the rough. After all, his father always told him: "Camaraderie is the most important thing for a soldier. If you don't have someone to watch your back, you'll soon find yourself without one."
Turn 3

The Sun begins to shine...



Once more, he begins to shape the world to his desires...

Action - Shape Climate (2 points per use) - Temperate.

On the following squares:

R12
R13
R14
S12





2 out of 12 points remaining.



Turn 2

The Sun begins to shine...



Aidan stared silently at what he had made... but he wanted more; he was not yet satisfied with the result of his work. Again, he molded the land...

Action - Shape Climate (2 points per use) - Temperate.

On the following squares:

P13
P14
Q13
Q12
Q14





2 out of 12 points remaining.
Turn 1

The Sun begins to shine...



His eyes stared down at the land, watching various beings manipulate the world to their liking. If he was to have this rock orbit his domain, then he too would take part in it's shape. His hands reached out, molding the landscape to his liking as a distant dream of beings made in his image lived off the land; oh how he yearned to create children grateful for their existence.

Action - Shape Climate (2 points per use) - Temperate.

On the following squares:

P11
P12





1 out of 5 points remaining.

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Location: Hallways - Fuijoka Senior High, Kurosuoba



"Have a good day at school, sweetheart!" Seto gave a wave back to his mother as she called out to him from down the street. As he turned around the corner, he began to pull out a small book from his bag. As he read, he would occasionally look around to make sure he wouldn't run into traffic on accident. It was something he had done many times before in the past due to his insistence on reading most of the time. Now, it was almost like second nature.

Noticing the opened gate ahead, he placed his book back inside his back, and entered the school grounds. He watched the other students move around, silently observing everyone. There were certainly some new faces, but there were others that he had recognized many times before.

Making his way inside, Seto made his way to his designated locker, and looked at the code he had. Unlocking it, he slipped off his shoes, and placed them inside before taking his uwabaki out and slipping them on. It felt strange to suddenly be in high school, getting ready to make his way into the world. As he had nowhere else to be, he decided to begin roaming the halls to find his way around, mainly to find the gym. Hoisting his bag over his shoulder as he walked, he looked around the building and at the other students that he passed. "I wonder if Sora is here." He mumbled to himself as he turned a corner.
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