Shalimar
First Post
Clover had only barely arrived at the academy a half hour before the terrorist strike began and the flame haired British girl had been in the midst of unpacking her belongings. At this point in her life Clover was used to moving from place to place. A year in Egypt, two in Japan, four in Belgium, and various military bases in Britain itself, she had it down to an art form. A heavily used duffle bag held the majority of her clothes, and the matching foot locker held various mementos and other things that would fit in the bag. The rest of her things were in storage at a home she rarely had the chance to visit, a family estate outside of London that was almost perpetually empty.
All of the clothes that the girl unpacked were folded neatly with great precision, and they slid easily into the empty drawers leaving a good bit of space besides. A gold etched ceremonial tanto, that she had received while attending a state function in Japan a few ears back, was placed on the night stand. Next Clover hung a pushpin board displaying a large world map with red push pins in all the countries and major cities she had been, Europe was a red tide with pins in every countries capital, and a lot of the larger cities, the same with North Africa, and Japan as well as a few in the United States. The red head was adding a pin to Mudaba Adin when all hell broke loose.
In the immediate aftermath of the explosion Clover had put her training to good use against one of the prowling Pantheon members, with her powers he never laid a hand on her or the girl that he had been threatening. After Pantheon retreated she worked to get all of the students that she could find calm and organized their efforts to work together and find as many of the missing as possible. The red head seemed to be everywhere at once, doing her best to wring every last jot of effort from everyone, pushing herself the hardest without any complaint even though she’d been awake for almost 29 hours with the travel.
It was only half a day after the Pantheon attack that she finally halted her efforts for the day. The military brat didn’t mind the close quarter sleeping arrangements, it was simply what soldiers did, she had always wanted to be a soldier like her father and she was no stranger to military life. She ended up with the cot closest to the female team members of Legacy, alternately trying to connect with her Mother and Father trying to learn what was going, to learn if her little brother Mustang was ok. After the latest failed attempt she sighs and looks at Anika and the others. “Hughes, Clover Hughes. Some first day isn’t it? I wasn’t off the aerodyne for more then 45 minutes before all of this happens.” The British girl says with a sigh.
All of the clothes that the girl unpacked were folded neatly with great precision, and they slid easily into the empty drawers leaving a good bit of space besides. A gold etched ceremonial tanto, that she had received while attending a state function in Japan a few ears back, was placed on the night stand. Next Clover hung a pushpin board displaying a large world map with red push pins in all the countries and major cities she had been, Europe was a red tide with pins in every countries capital, and a lot of the larger cities, the same with North Africa, and Japan as well as a few in the United States. The red head was adding a pin to Mudaba Adin when all hell broke loose.
In the immediate aftermath of the explosion Clover had put her training to good use against one of the prowling Pantheon members, with her powers he never laid a hand on her or the girl that he had been threatening. After Pantheon retreated she worked to get all of the students that she could find calm and organized their efforts to work together and find as many of the missing as possible. The red head seemed to be everywhere at once, doing her best to wring every last jot of effort from everyone, pushing herself the hardest without any complaint even though she’d been awake for almost 29 hours with the travel.
It was only half a day after the Pantheon attack that she finally halted her efforts for the day. The military brat didn’t mind the close quarter sleeping arrangements, it was simply what soldiers did, she had always wanted to be a soldier like her father and she was no stranger to military life. She ended up with the cot closest to the female team members of Legacy, alternately trying to connect with her Mother and Father trying to learn what was going, to learn if her little brother Mustang was ok. After the latest failed attempt she sighs and looks at Anika and the others. “Hughes, Clover Hughes. Some first day isn’t it? I wasn’t off the aerodyne for more then 45 minutes before all of this happens.” The British girl says with a sigh.
