fandomhigh | Attitude: Deal With It, Friday, Period 2

"Yo, Rookies!" Reno grinned as he leaned back against his desk, arms crossed over his chest. "Today I was gonna talk about kickass jobs. You know, the kind that people do a double-take about and get real interested in. Move star, race car driver, helicopter pilot, secret service agent... Not that you'd be talkin' much about bein' that last one if you were, yo."

And not that Reno was at all biased about it, either. One glance at the black suit he always wore was probably indicator enough of that.

"But then I realized, shit, we can't all be movie stars. Though I gotta give you all props for bein' more willin' to flip the bird than half my first class in this subject, yo. So I got to thinkin' a bit harder. Everyone had somethin' they wanted to be when they were kids, right? Firefighters, nurses, ballerinas, whatever? An' not everybody is gonna grow up to be those things. Sucks, but it's true, yo."

He grinned as he shifted back to sit on the top of his desk. "But that don't mean that wherever you end up has gotta suck, either. This class is about attitude, Rookies, and so's the rest of your life. What did you guys wanna be when you grew up? What do you wanna be now? How are you gonna get there? Or, if you already are there, how are you gonna make it as awesome as those fantasies you had as a little kid of flyin' around with a cape, bringin' power to the people with your lightning hands before beatin' up monsters and signin' autographs for millions of screamin' fans?"

Not that Reno, as a small child, had ever had such fantasies. Shut up.

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With aspirations!

Astrid Magnussen

Rufus Shinra

Shut up, you know it would've been awesome to be a superhero.

What did you want to be when you grew up? How are you going to make what you want now half as awesome as that?

"An artist," Astrid offered. "It's always been an artist. I guess I could probably go to art school, but some of the best artists never even took a formal lesson in their lives. So maybe I'll just travel the world, get to know the right people, because that's sometimes more important than any talent or education anyway."

And she ended with a shrug, because she honestly never gave it much thought. Hers had never been a life with much planning, uprooted and blown away on a whim, save for Ingrid's occasional reading tours.

Huh. Reno hadn't ever been much for art -- what use would a Turk have for it anyway? - but he could definitely appreciate the reasoning behind it.

"Ain't much out there that's better for gettin' experience than travel and gettin' to know the world," he noted, nodding appreciatively. "Any destinations you'd want to get to first if you had your way?"

Iceland, was the first thing to pop into Astrid's head, see how deep her Viking roots were. Greenland, because remnants of them were all that remained. She thought of going back to Paris, to Prague, to Moscow. Painting yurts and wild horses on the Mongolian steppes, blending the sands of the Sahara into her paints, tracing the patterns of layers and layers of the mosquito netting she slept under as the rainforest sang with layers of life. India, she thought, Calcutta, visiting the temples of Kali, then off to Tibet to wander through her own imperiment mandalas. She thought of dogsledding in Alaska, of crystal blue oceans in Hawaii, sleeping on the beaches in Mexico...

But she just shrugged. "It's really hard to pick. I haven't been to the Eastern Hemmisphere yet, probably somewhere there first."

Well, he can fly a chopper and he's got some high-level thunder abilities.

All he's missing are the cape and the autographs, really.

When I grow up I wanna be a kitty.

Attitude: Deal With It, Friday, Period 2

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