atreideslioness: (History)
THE ART OF WAR

Syllabus:
Welcome: Introductions and Sun Tsu
Chapter I. The Calculations
Chapter II. The Challenge
Chapter III. The Plan of Attack
Chapter IV. Positioning
Chapter V. Directing
Chapter VI. Illusion and Reality
SPRING BREAK
Chapter VII. Engaging The Force
Chapter VIII. The Nine Variations
Chapter IX. Moving The Force
Chapter X. Situational Positioning
Chapter XI. The Nine Situations
Chapter XII. The Fiery Attack
Chapter XIII. The Use of Intelligence

Syllabus is subject to change dependent upon island whims and Acts of Invasion


Student Registration:
Cassandra Pentaghast
Cosima Niehaus
Eric Bittle
Isabela
Kathy Li
Laura Kinney
Lucille Sharpe
Mara Jade
Raven Queen
Rey
Ringo Noyamano
atreideslioness: (History)
It was late when Ghanima left her office that afternoon, having needed to make-up time working on her lesson plans. She pulled her throwing blades out of her target and put them back in her desk, returned her glowglobes to neutral, fluffed the pillows and over-stuffed chairs, and then left without even locking the door.

In the years that Ghanima had been at Fandom, she had grown to trust the people around her, to an extent. When once the the spice melange was kept only in her suite, under lock-and-key, the school itself had withstood so many sieges that Ghanima felt comfortable keeping a small emergency sample in her office, along with her other Sayyadina and Bene Gesserit herbal supplies.

That did not mean she was a fool.

The apothecary chest was one of Bene Gesserit design, each drawer having a unique puzzle lock, which solving then made the physical lock accessible. The cataloging labels in Chinese was Ghanima's own private system, a version of the language so old that few people on Earth spoke it beyond scholars of ancient literature, although a few might be able to read it. It had a place of honor in her office, next to her desk, and was almost as high as she was tall. It would take a miracle for someone to find what they were looking for in there.

A miracle. Or perhaps just the right sort of intelligence and a few tools beyond that of this time-period.

[OOC: For one! NFB PLZ!]
atreideslioness: (no easy answers)
She had gone out on to her balcony to watch the sun rise, letting the first rays seep into her skin. Now, more than ever, Ghanima missed Dune. Missed the cleansing heat of the sun and sands. This weak sun was not her ideal choice, but it would do. It warmed her, soothed her, and steeled her resolve in what she must do.

That had been hours ago. Years. Centuries. )

She simply needed to see.

[OOC: For one. My canon is a strange and screwed-up place, where this is normal for this family. DELIBERATE DRUG OVERDOSE AND ADDICT BEHAVIOUR WITHIN That Ghanima deliberately overdosed is NFB.]
atreideslioness: (no easy answers)
She had gone out on to her balcony to watch the sun rise, letting the first rays seep into her skin. Now, more than ever, Ghanima missed Dune. Missed the cleansing heat of the sun and sands. This weak sun was not her ideal choice, but it would do. It warmed her, soothed her, and steeled her resolve in what she must do.

That had been hours ago. Years. Centuries. )

She simply needed to see.

[OOC: For one. My canon is a strange and screwed-up place, where this is normal for this family. DELIBERATE DRUG OVERDOSE AND ADDICT BEHAVIOUR WITHIN That Ghanima deliberately overdosed is NFB.]
atreideslioness: (water to the dead)
Ghanima had meditated.

She had counseled herself to patience, to trusting in the Golden Path and Leto, and in the bright minds and indomitable wills of Fandom. This too would pass, brought low like all other challengers to this place.

She had been wrong.

Ghanima had listened to the message fifty, perhaps sixty, times since last night, replaying it over and over as the journal sat heavy in her hands, its letter tucked safely inside. She had given water to the dead, and sung what dirges she could, alone. She had followed the lessons of the Bene Gesserit and look what it had cost her. No more. Not this time.

Stilgar had always said that Ghanima was more Liet than Kynes, Fremen over Imperium, and in this he had always been correct. There was spannungsbogen, and then there was a time to act. And while Ghanima did not relish the path she was about to walk, she saw no other option. The Dune Tarot remained infuriatingly silent - for once - and all her meditations and conversations with her Inner Voices was gaining her nothing but headaches.

She stood, tucking the Maker-damned phone back into her sleeve, the journal going under one arm as she strode over to the medicine chest she kept in her quarters. She was not Alia; she had already mastered her ancestral memory, and Chani stood sentinel against those that would attempt an uprising. Her mother also agreed this most be done, which gave Ghanima the courage to attempt what she was contemplating.

She picked a large jar out of one of the drawers, holding it up; the Spice within it glowed radiant blue in the dim silver light of the pre-dawn hours.

There were preparations to be made. It was worth the risk. No one else.

[OOC: Establishy. NFI, NFB. DUN DUN DUN!]
atreideslioness: (water to the dead)
Ghanima had meditated.

She had counseled herself to patience, to trusting in the Golden Path and Leto, and in the bright minds and indomitable wills of Fandom. This too would pass, brought low like all other challengers to this place.

She had been wrong.

Ghanima had listened to the message fifty, perhaps sixty, times since last night, replaying it over and over as the journal sat heavy in her hands, its letter tucked safely inside. She had given water to the dead, and sung what dirges she could, alone. She had followed the lessons of the Bene Gesserit and look what it had cost her. No more. Not this time.

Stilgar had always said that Ghanima was more Liet than Kynes, Fremen over Imperium, and in this he had always been correct. There was spannungsbogen, and then there was a time to act. And while Ghanima did not relish the path she was about to walk, she saw no other option. The Dune Tarot remained infuriatingly silent - for once - and all her meditations and conversations with her Inner Voices was gaining her nothing but headaches.

She stood, tucking the Maker-damned phone back into her sleeve, the journal going under one arm as she strode over to the medicine chest she kept in her quarters. She was not Alia; she had already mastered her ancestral memory, and Chani stood sentinel against those that would attempt an uprising. Her mother also agreed this most be done, which gave Ghanima the courage to attempt what she was contemplating.

She picked a large jar out of one of the drawers, holding it up; the Spice within it glowed radiant blue in the dim silver light of the pre-dawn hours.

There were preparations to be made. It was worth the risk. No one else.

[OOC: Establishy. NFI, NFB. DUN DUN DUN!]
atreideslioness: (quiet moments)
Ghanima normally didn't go back to her office after class, but she did not want to return to her suite quite yet. Somewhere out there was her stepmother, which was not a bad thing, but still a bit disconcerting.

So Ghanima sought refuge in her translation work; working parts of the Training Manual into a shortened companion volume for the Azhar Book. Not everything was needed, but there was still much that applied to her students.

It was also a good reminder to herself; of the Bene Gesserit, and her own disagreements with the order. If word ever got back to the Imperium of what she was doing, the Sisterhood would throw a fit.

...Ghani rather wanted to see that, actually.

[For the magician apprentice, please! That he came by is FB, content of conversation is NFB.]
atreideslioness: (quiet moments)
Ghanima normally didn't go back to her office after class, but she did not want to return to her suite quite yet. Somewhere out there was her stepmother, which was not a bad thing, but still a bit disconcerting.

So Ghanima sought refuge in her translation work; working parts of the Training Manual into a shortened companion volume for the Azhar Book. Not everything was needed, but there was still much that applied to her students.

It was also a good reminder to herself; of the Bene Gesserit, and her own disagreements with the order. If word ever got back to the Imperium of what she was doing, the Sisterhood would throw a fit.

...Ghani rather wanted to see that, actually.

[For the magician apprentice, please! That he came by is FB, content of conversation is NFB.]
atreideslioness: (Default)
It was early.  It had to be early, right?  Too early for sun.  Bad sun. 

Groaning, Ghanima tried to pull the blanket over her head, only to discover someone had stolen the covers.

And her pillow.

Well, damn.

[OOC:  For the shopping buddies!  Part three of our epic adventure!  No malls or hotels were harmed in the making of this production.  NFB due to distance.]

[OOC the 2nd:  May be NWS.  See store for details.]
atreideslioness: (Default)
It was early.  It had to be early, right?  Too early for sun.  Bad sun. 

Groaning, Ghanima tried to pull the blanket over her head, only to discover someone had stolen the covers.

And her pillow.

Well, damn.

[OOC:  For the shopping buddies!  Part three of our epic adventure!  No malls or hotels were harmed in the making of this production.  NFB due to distance.]

[OOC the 2nd:  May be NWS.  See store for details.]
atreideslioness: (Default)
Ghani got out of the cab, trying to not tug at the unfamiliar clothing she'd handwavily obtained earlier in the week for just this reason.  Somehow, she doubted that her Arakeen clothing would blend in on this Earth.  At all. 

"Well, here we are," she said, looking up at the building.  "Where do we want to start?"

[ooc:  For the shoppers, again.  NFB due to distance, but OOC is love.  Up early for SP Justice.  Not valid in all fifty states, some exclusions may apply, see store for details.]
atreideslioness: (Default)
Ghani got out of the cab, trying to not tug at the unfamiliar clothing she'd handwavily obtained earlier in the week for just this reason.  Somehow, she doubted that her Arakeen clothing would blend in on this Earth.  At all. 

"Well, here we are," she said, looking up at the building.  "Where do we want to start?"

[ooc:  For the shoppers, again.  NFB due to distance, but OOC is love.  Up early for SP Justice.  Not valid in all fifty states, some exclusions may apply, see store for details.]

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