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Josh sat at his desk eating a sandwich and flipping through the Washington Post as he waited for the members of the Student Council to arrive.

He pointed to the sign-in sheet when they arrived. "Welcome to the new incarnation of the Student Council. I know most of you, but for those I don't, I'm Josh Lyman. I teach history, government, and politics now, but up until a few weeks ago, I was the deputy chief of staff for the Bartlet Administration. I'm here to tell you that actual politics bears a shockingly close resemblance to Student Council work--the only difference is the national government has more funding and we spend less time worrying about school spirit and pep rallies."

Josh swung his feet onto his desk. "Because there are twelve of you representing the various classes here, I want you all to have an equal say--but we do need one person to be more equal than others. Someone who wants to be in charge. Someone who, and this is very important, isn't me."

He rubbed his hands through his hair. "First order of business, then: who wants to be President?"

[OOC: slowplay will be our friend as to make sure all StuCo members in various timezones can play, too.]

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Pip noticed Angel and wandered over. "Hey, don't think I've met you. Pip Bernadette."

"I don't think we have either," Angel said. He held out his hand to shake. "Angel. Senior. Nice to meet you."

Pip shook his hand. "So, animal? Vegetable? Mineral? Demon? Alien? Vampire? Mutant? Robot? Am I close at all?"

"Vampire," Angel said. "Though given how attractive I am to chickens and girls who think they're dogs, it's possible animal or vegetable is on the list. You?"

"Human. Though since I've had more millitary training then a lot of special forces members, I probably still don't quite qualify as normal. Which kind of means I fit right in, don't you think?"

"Around here abnormal is normal," Angel agreed. "What kind of military?"

"Mercenary," Pip responded. "I was raised by my grandfather who runs a mercenary company, and the mercenaries raised me. Since they're made up of people from everywhere and since we've worked with a bunch of different millitaries, I've picked up all sorts of things. Krav from the Isrealli defense force, survival techniques from Army Rangers, all sorts of stuff."

"Sounds like you know a lot about fighting," Angel said. "How are you with weapons and hand to hand?"

"Well, not to be overly arrogant, but pretty damn good. Like I said, I've been trained by special forces people. And fighting is in my blood. My family's been doing it for generations. Hell, if you're two centuries old, chances are you've fought a couple of my ancestors. I've got a good survey of various millitary hand to hand combat techniques and I'm studying savate. As for weapons... ask Shep about my weapon collection I have locked up sometime."

"Be interested in training with me in the gym sometime?" Angel asked. "I've got the super speed and strength on my side, but I am way out of practice. I want to be in fighting form by the time I graduate."

Pip laughed. "Sure, why not? I've already got Cam and Paige learning from me. No problem at all. How much do you know to begin with? Just so I get an idea of where to start."

He thought about lighting a cigarette, but decided that it wouldn't be the best idea in the teacher's room. "Why do you want to be in fighting form by graduation?"

"I know various forms of martial arts, my favorite weapon is a sword but I can work with axes, knives, and obviously stakes. Guns too but they're not as useful against what I fight," Angel rattled off. "And because I'm looking to go into the demon and vamp destroying business when I get back home. At least, go into it on my own anyway."

Pip nodded. "Well, my swordplay is a little rusty, but I defnitely can show you knife work. And don't count out guns. As I was commenting to someone the other day, they might not work as well against those things, but very few things, I imagine, enjoy getting shot in the face." He nodded. "Good ambition. Do you want to start any time soon?"

"You'd be doing me the favor so whenever works for you," Angel said. "If I'm not in class or a meeting like this I can get to the gym."

"Weeell, I'm already teaching Paige on Mondays and Thursdays at Five. I'm looking to set up a schedule with Cam as well." He laughs and scratched the back of his head. "I should start my own self-defense club. 'Cept I'm fighting the person who runs the current one right now later today. What's your schedule look like?"

"How about Wednesdays?" Angel said. "My only class that day is self defense anyway. We could call it a theme."

"Works for me. The only thing I'm doing on Wednesdays is Mathmatics in the mornings. So... wanna do it before lunch? Get up a good sweat and a hunger before eating? Or drinking, in your case."

"That could work," Angel said. "~~Though next Wed my player might be stuck in jury duty~~ How about I call you on Tuesday to confirm, just in case the schedule changes? I had no idea we had a StuCo meeting today until Parker told me."

"Sounds like a plan. My number's 555-MERC. Show up in general exercise clothes. I'll provide the practice weapons when we get to it."

"Sounds like a plan. I'm 555-SOUL if you need me."

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