Scene #3893: An Academy Tour

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Graf Zeppelin	The Central Courtyard of Alexander Academy was as busy as usual. Students of all classes and job departments ran this way and that, going to and from classes, as well as to various research departments and other recreational facilities. It was... quite a sight. At least for Graf Zeppelin, whom was not entirely used to this kind of scenery. "....." Now how was she supposed to pick out the Judge in this mess of students?
Sanary Rondel	Why did classes have to be so long, anyway? Sure, there were some useful things to glean from them from time to time, but Sanary's already mentally checked out for the day. Thankfully, she's done for the day, and all that's left is to get back to... Wait, where was she going again? She'll figure it out sooner or later. Not that there's much of a rush today, though, so... It's time to eat lunch in the courtyard! Surely nothing can go wrong with that plan.
Cirra Constantine	That would be the tall silver haired girl approaching from over yonder, which the other students are alternatly avoiding, or gossiping about as she passes. Wearing the Alexander Acadey school uniform of black blazer and skirt. Fortunatly Graf is easier for her to pick out then the otherway around. "Graf Zeppelin." she says polietly as she approaches "Welcome to Alexander Academy." and holds out her hand.
Graf Zeppelin	Graf Zeppelin would be easier to pick out in a crowd. Her stark white military uniform and hat, sans fit-out, still stuck out like a sore thumb most days. Nonetheless, the German carrier paid no mind to the looks and the mutters. She was here with a purpose today. And that purpose soon made itself known in the form of Cirra Constantine. Upon greeting, she nodded and stepped closer, taking the offered hand in a firm shake. "Cirra Constantine. Thank you for taking the time out for this today." She took one quick glance around then. "This is Alexander Academy then. As expected of a place of learning. It's quite busy." Her cold, blue gaze eventually passed over a familiar individual, and she paused. "....." Silence followed as Graf Zeppelin settled her attention on the one eyed girl eating her lunch a short distance away at a courtyard table. "...I seem to have spotted your friend from the other day." She noted in monotone, pointing towards Sanary with a finger.
Sanary Rondel	Sanary's easy enough to pick out, what with the eyepatch and the oversized white coat that's definitely being worn for style rather than any functional purpose. She really needs to pick up more clothes some day. Maybe one of the Academy's uniforms, even? It doesn't take long for her to spot Graf and Cirra, prompting an awkward gag as she just so happens to be eating a particularly stubborn piece of beef at that exact moment. Sanary's not being very subtle about staring straight at them, although her expression isn't so much one of tension or awkwardness as it is focus. She's really focusing on chewing through that tendony piece of roast beef. It's too big to swallow, but it'd just be rude to spit it out while looking straight at people!
Cirra Constantine	Cirra shakes back with an even, firm grasp. "It's my pleasure. Yes, Alexander can get quite busy around lunch time." she turns and looks across the courtyard. "The school teaches all manner of subjects aside from Jobs, so there are those attending here for career oportunities as well." She pauses as Graf points out someone else, friend from the other day? "Ah." she murmurs, "Sanary." she purses her lips together. "Alexander Academy is politically neutral, so even members of the Confederation can atend, so long as they behave." she glances back at Graf, "That said, nothing stops you from speaking to her."
Graf Zeppelin	"I...see." She continued to peer at Sanary, even as the girl ate that stubborn piece of beef. Her expression didn't change in the slightest. "A tenuous position to have to hold. I do not envy the Academy." That said, Graf Zeppelin pressed onward, smoothly moving past the subject of Sanary. "Perhaps you can help me figure out what classes I specifically should enroll in, for the best results." They passed Sanary at that point, and the carrier offered a very plain greeting. "Rondel. If you wish to surrender, the offer is still on the table." ...Was that a joke? Nah, she didn't smile even a smidge. That said, she went right back to the previous subject. "I'm seeking a way to supplement the use of my equipement with magic. I have been thinking of elemental auguments to shells and artillery fire, as well as boosting structural integrity without resorting to physical remodeling." She glanced at Cirra. "Can the Academy help me accomplish this?"
Sanary Rondel	Chew. Chew. Chew. What kind of rubber is in this beef? Sanary's sorely tempted to just pull that piece out to make it manageable, but she's gotten this far already! Besides, Cirra and the plane shooter are looking right at her. After weighing her options a little longer, the healer raises her free hand in a slow wave at the two. She's not quite sure why Graf's there, but she can at least act civil despite her apprehensions about the Carrier's presence. When the two come by her table, however, she's forced to take the nuclear option. Sanary grabs a glass of water, takes a swig, then swallows that rubbery piece of beef all at once with a slight wince. "Nn. Cirra. Plane... Lady. Why would I want to surrender?" Sanary raises an eyebrow in confusion at that, holding her sandwich aside for the time being. "I mean, we're in a school. Why don't /you/ surrender instead? And... Er. Can you even learn magic as a boat-girl?" That last one's a genuine question, at least.
Cirra Constantine	Cirra pauses to look at Sanary "Rondal." then looks back at Graf. "Possibly. I think you should speak to the Machinests first. Even you don't want to make any alterations, they maybe able to help you with specialized ammunition. Chemists may also be able to help with that, as well as work out any potions to grant you a Barrier of some kind." She looks at Sanary again. "I'm sure she's just making sure her message was heard."
Graf Zeppelin	Graf Zeppelin regarded Sanary with a sidelong glance. "Plane...Lady?" Oh right. She didn't know her name. "My name is Graf Zeppelin." Seriously? Plane Lady? ...Well, she did launch planes that shot people, but...Bah. Nevermind. "I have no reason to surrender. I suppose we are at an impasse then." She would smirk, if she could work up the facial muscles to do so. Instead, the ends of her lips just quirked slightly. Subtly. And then to Cirra, she nodded. "Specialized ammunition... I see." A nod was given as the carrier brought a hand to her chin. "So Machinists can help with that. As well as Chemists." Well, it sounded workable. "Are there any other classes you think I should take into consideration?" And then back to Sanary. "Our Onmyoudo are capable of using magic of a sort. So there is a precedent." She just wanted to see if she could take it further than they currently were. Not for the entire fleet. ...Just for herself.
Sanary Rondel	An irritated grumble escapes Sanary as she takes another bite out of her sandwich, looking between Graf and Cirra a few times before speaking up again. "Graf. We're in school. We're not doing anything that would even... What's the word... Warrant surrendering." There's a pause, and then she takes a defensive bite of her sandwich. "... This is mine. Buy your own." Sure, it might be a rubbery mess, but it's /her/ rubbery mess. The mention of whatever an onmyoudo is does get Sanary's attention, though, especialy since it actually sounds magical unlike the planes and artillery that she's seen Fleet Daughters use before. "That so? Well, don't get your hopes up. I've been here for almost a year now, and the Jobs they've got don't work for non-natives like us."
Cirra Constantine	"The Jobs don't, it's true." Cirra nods slightly, "But Job is a whole package. Skills and technique can still be taught." The judge looks at Graf and hmns. "If your that confident it's close to magic, maybe we can talk to the faculty at the Callers building, they might be able to shed some light one what you do now and what can work with it."
Graf Zeppelin	Graf Zeppelin stared at Sanary as she defensively bit into her sandwich. ".........." She might have been tempted to try and take it, if only to mess with the healer, but... She wasn't that kind of person. And so she settled with a stare. "I have no need for your substandard meal. Please do continue to enjoy it." Or not enjoy it, but heeeeey. And then she turned to Cirra. "That sounds good. Let's do that then. The sooner this is figured out, the sooner I can begin to see whether or not I can apply these learnings practically." Another look to Sanary. "Rondel, perhaps you need to apply your knowledge in a different manner. "If you can't develop these 'Jobs', then perhaps you can apply the theory to your own abilities." But then, it was just that; a theory. But it was one she was going to follow up on. Graf Zeppelin let it be then, and turned to Cirra. "Shall we?"
Sanary Rondel	Eh, that's true, I guess. Learned how to fight better while I'm here, at least." Sanary admits before taking another bite out of her sandwich. There's a good amount of beef in there, at least, and she did buy it for quantity over quality. Still, she's not about to let Graf have that satisfaction, and she makes a quiet satisfied noise when she takes another bite out of the sandwich. "Freaking good meal, this is..." It doesn't take that much longer for her to finish that sandwich, though, and she wipes her hands off on the wrapper before standing from her table. She forgot to grab napkins, didn't she? "That's what I've been doing. Started making some breakthroughs, eevn, but even that took a while. I'll be looking forward to seeing what you can pull off, Graf." Is that a challenge, or genuine encouragement? Both, perhaps, since it wouldn't be a bad thing to find out just what the Fleet Daughters are capable of outside of their cannon-fire and plane shooting.
Cirra Constantine	Cirra nods just slightly to Graf, "Of course." then looks at Sanary for a long, drawn out moment. "Really Rondal, learn to chew your food, you're practically making a scene." She turns back to Graf, "The Caller's building is this way. They stay seperated from the main building in case something gets loose."
Graf Zeppelin	% Graf Zeppelin is not convinced. She narrows her eyes just slightly at Sanary's hammed up performance. "...Uh-huh." She'll let the girl believe that she got the last word, and turned away with a shake of the head. "I will do what I can. I have plans, and I will see them set into motion." Sanary gets a sidelong glance. "We will see how it turns out, at the end of the road." And with that, the carrier nodded to Cirra. "We have no more business here. Let's go." And she would head off after Cirra led the way.