I hate the Cornerian Military.

I swear to Fortuna, you show these jokers your papers and registration and they spend weeks double, triple, quadruple checking you.  The bastards turned what should've been a short trip into a painfully long, airlocked experience.  I suppose when you've gained as much notoriety as yours truly, though...  Hm.

My apologies, everyone.


That being said, I rather enjoyed the campfire last night--or, at least, what I saw of it.  I do believe there were some new faces around, too.  Well, for your sakes, I'm Wolf O'Donnell, the Aerial Combat teacher.  There, now we've been introduced.  The pleasure's yours.

So.  What've I missed, friends?

Well.  It appears that what was supposed to be a short, three or four day trip to the Sargasso region turned into a couple-month dance around a Cornerian manhunt.

My sincerest apologies, but I had to lie low.  I'm certain there are some of you who'd understand.

Alas, though there are some of you I've probably let down!  I promise that I didn't enjoy cowering around with my tail between my legs in a hole to keep from getting caught, but you have to pick your battles from time to time.  Hmph.  Regardless, I'm planning on starting my class up again within the next week or two.  Here's hoping everything will run smoothly for me now.


Anyone care to fill me in on what I've missed, anyway?

Well done, everyone.  Glad to see all of us make it out alive.


Babylon Rogues--you've all proven yourself to be cocky little twits, but impressive ones.  Your assistance was appreciated.  I won't be stroking your egos anymore after this.

Falcon.  We make a pretty good team, don't you think?

My dear Catherine...I was planning on taking you out to dinner before all of this happened, but seeing as the entire city is destroyed, that would be a little tough.  Perhaps you'd settle for a meal at school and a nighttime flight in my Wolfen?  It's really something for stargazing.

I believe I'll make my way down to the infirmary--my room is in need of repair and I am in need of sleep.


( Private to Slippy, level 3 )

I never...never want to do that again.
Leon.  Are you alright?  Better question--is everyone alright?

I swear...


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( Frantic call to Leon )
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( Private to Slippy )

I just got back.

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( Private to Birdo, 2 )

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( Private to Leon, 3 )

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To any of you inventors out there--I have something I stole nabbed obtained recieved from my associates that I think you should look at.  Perhaps it could be of use to us in coming days?

( Gay gay gay narration. )

( Private to Leon and Falcon, Unhackable lvl 4 )

Alright.  It appears I'm not the only one with an altered appearance.  If anyone knows the culprit or cause, I'd like to speak with them.  With my blasters.  Hmph.

My apologies for being gone over the holidays.  I was called back to Sargasso for some...personal business.


Leon!  I brought something back for you for Christmas.  Fortunian beer!  Didn't know if you had any, so I stopped there and brought some back.  I haven't had it in quite awhile, myself.  We should sit and have some.

Miss Catherine--terribly sorry for not telling you that I was heading off, so I brought you a Christmas present as well.  I saw it at a jeweler on Corneria--my home planet--and thought of you.  It's a necklace with a pink stone, native to Corneria.  I shall have to see you some time so I can give it to you.


Other than that, I'm pleased to be back here.  I really need to get to know more of the staff...  Oh, and Captain Falcon--we really do need to spar.  You just say the word, Cap!

What...the fuck.

Candy...all over my room.  Which little twit did this?  You'd think I would've actually had to piss off a student for this to happen but I haven't had the pleasure been here long enough for that.


...they're kinda delicious, though.



But no, seriously.  What the fuck.

It's been quite some time since I've seen a snow like this.  In fact, I believe the last time was when I made a stop on Fichina.  I rather liked that planet--assuming I didn't have to stay there for months on end.

I suppose the same holds true for winter--after it's been around for a few months, I invariably get sick of it.  Expect to see me in my normal form more often.  I find that I'm...a lot warmer that way.


Miss Catherine, would you care for a walk in the snow?

Hm.  It appears that I've neglected this journal!  Well, I have to apologize.  I've been rather busy trying to gather what I need for my class.  It's harder than you think to find someone willing to sell Cornerian training crafts and flight simulators!

Not that money is an issue.  People just don't take too kindly to someone with my reputation buying stuff from Corneria of all places.

I should have everything I need coming in within the next few days, and then I'll hold my first class [[moar liek when nikki gets off her ass and writes it lololol]].  I encourage any students wanting to learn flight and the techniques of aerial combat to come.

Who knows!  Maybe there'll be some talent in this place.

( Private to self, hackable. )

Well!  I went ahead and got myself a tux for the dance on Friday.  I plan on matching my date, Miss Catherine!  I took the liberty of getting it tailored, so I should look goddamn sharp.


I think this shall do quite nicely:

Jacket
Vest and tie in this color
These shoes.


Getting the hang of this human thing sure involves a lot of effort!



[[ooc:  The pictures are for my reference so I know how to draw him in dance attire!]]

So...my good friend Leon has informed me that there's a school dance coming up!  Well, fantastic.  I suppose that in an attempt to get to know those I'll be working with, I'll need to attend.

And what's a dance if you have no date! I was wondering if any of the female staff would care to accompany me to the dance so we could chaperone together?  It just gives me the chance to...bond with my fellow teachers.


And to keep some of these little snots from smuggling in alcohol via confiscation and discipline.

And to drink whatever I confiscate.



Any takers?

Well, I've been practicing this human-technique all day, and I think I've got the hang of it.  Doesn't seem too hard...  Then again, pilots gotta learn to concentrate, so I think I've got plenty of experience in the field already.

On another note, I saw some guy walking around the school...and I gotta say, I thought I had a twin for a moment!  Then I realized his ears were fake...

I think I'm gonna go have a little fun.



This is Halloween, after all.

After searching far and wide for that little brat Fox, my search leads me here, of all places. And who should I find after all these years? Leon Powalski! ...though admittedly, he's a little different than when we last saw one another...

But never mind that. I've decided to take up a teaching position here...so I'll be teaching Aerial Combat! I expect full accommodations for the class from the headmaster, of course.

And speaking of accommodations--care to show me where I'll be staying, Leon?  After all, you know your way around this place far better than I at the moment.  TD-18, I think I was told?  No rush, of course.


...

But really, does anyone know where McCloud skipped off to? I'm...curious~