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From the Causeway to the Picnic [morning]

After parking the bus full of new kids, Anakin let everyone leave ahead of him. He needed a moment to collect himself at get used to someone running around looking like a very young Obi-Wan.

...and the really young Squall thing was odd, too.

Which was why he found himself alone as he walked towards the picnic. The solitude wouldn't last that long.

[OOC: For one.]

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"Headin' to the picnic, I guess?"

The woman had arrived to Fandom without much fanfare or noise; at one moment she had been on England growling at a very sensible Brit trying to get the portal working, and the next one there she was, utterly lost. Well,not totally lost; since she was going to teach anything in that place -and by the gods, she didn't believe she was teaching there, or anywhere for that matter-, she had been properly informed on the basics about Fandom. What kind of name that was, anyway? But whatever, Faith Lehane knew she needed to head to some picnic, so there was going where someone else passed by. She had already taken a look at the way some people dressed over there, so she spared Anakin of any remark about that.

"You look like you could use a drink."

Anakin stared. "Faith?"

The stare caught her by surprise. "...Yeah? Are you some sort of guide kind of thing?" Was she wearing some name tag without noticing it? "Although I s'pose you guys here are meant to know who is who. Who would you be then?" Because if he knew her, it was only fair for her to know him as well.

"I'm Anakin," he replied. "We went to school--" he shook his head. "Never mind. Let's just say this isn't the first time I've met a Faith."

"We what?!" Because she was so letting that go. "A Faith, not as in someone with my name, but someone who is me? Color me intrigued, Anakin." What kind of name...never mind that. Apparently she had signed up for far more than she had initially thought.

"You're the third Faith to be on the island since I've been here," Anakin said with a nod. "This place is a little strange."

Who knew he had a gift for understatement?

"What brings you here?"

For some reason, Faith felt like she should freak out. Or feign disbelief, because what she was hearing made no sense at all. But she had just got there, and that didn't make much sense either. Instead of that, she simply shrugged. "I guess that means I don't need to bother to make a name for myself, heh."

Faith shrugged again. "I'm going to teach here. Crazy huh?"

His lips quirked up. "A little. What are you teaching?"

Based on the Faiths he'd known, he doubted it was about the virtues of clean living and healthy diet.

She went for a full smirk. "Some basic self defense stuff; if anyone tries to get me near a classroom there will be troubles." Although the idea of sitting on a classroom and talking to people there...maybe once she managed to settle in, and decide she wasn't sucking on the teaching gig.

"Do you teach anything?" Or was he a student? When did the second Faith left the island...or was she somewhere around? Meeting another her might be a little too much.

"I teach flight in the summer," Anakin said, nodding. He paused. "There might be some familiar faces for you," he added. "Time lines get a little fuzzy around here."

Flight. Right. She was in for some weird weeks adjusting. "Oh really? The Slayer brats? Some Scooby? Angel?" Now that would be interesting. "Just don't tell me there is a B running around."

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"She graduated a year ago," Anakin replied. "Angel's in LA, and there might be a couple of other people from your universe here too." His eyebrows drew together. "And here's the really important part. If you're from after them in the timeline, you can't tell them what happens unless they ask. And even then, think twice. Maybe three times. Terrible things happen when you try to screw with the future."

"So there was one of her around." And he also knew Angel. Or rather, an Angel. This was getting weirder by the minute. "Wait, timeline? You mean there could be people from...the past?" And weirder, and weirder..."Or the future? I feel in the middle of a really bad trip here." And now she was also starting to fear who she was going to meet on the picnic. "Do you know who else from my...universe is here?"

"I don't keep lists," Anakin said, shaking his head, "but just keep your eyes open. There could also be people who look like people you know, but aren't. I just drove a kid in that could be the spitting image of a man I know who's been dead for years."

"Dude. I mean...dude. All that's left is that I find someone that looks just like me, but it isn't me." She honestly hoped that didn't happen. "Alright, carefully then. Oh, right, I was wondering. When you and other-me were students, was that...me some sort of psychotic bitch? Were we reasonably good buddies or you wanted to kill me, or something?" She wanted to know just what kind of name she was going to deal with.

Anakin grinned. "She was one of my best friends, actually."

Anakin'd had his own problems as a student.

That made her smile. Not a smirk, but a smile. "You probably were a bad boy back then. I'll try to live up to that image, then."

"Well, we all grow up," he said with a little return smile. "I'm a father now."

"That's the big idea, I think." She had changed, in a way. She didn't know if she was best or worst, but yeah, she had grown up. In a way. "Congrats, I guess? Are they here too? Eh- Am I asking something I shouldn't?" Bad time to get into trouble with the person that had explained her quite a bit.

"No, it's fine," Anakin said with a little smile. "My family is all over the timeline, which is why I warn you. I have grandchildren here, and I'm far too good looking to have grandchildren yet."

"Grandchil- And I thought my life was complicated." And it was, but now in perspective... "But you got that right; I hope any other Faith hadn't given you a bad time, eh? I've never been a saint, to put it in a way." And some time ago, she was a lot of things, and obviously not a saint.

Anakin arched up an eyebrow. "I'm pretty hard to shove around."

"I bet you are." Actually, he had a funny vibe, but so did half the population of Fandom, if not more. "But I would appreciate a chance to get into some sparring with you." Because she was clueless of what he could do, and she couldn't care less.

"You'll lose," Anakin said with a quick smile, "but certainly. There's a gym in town that's good for blowing off some steam, too. It's been built to withstand people with powers."

"Niiiiiice, you had an attitude." She somehow knew he was being completely honest. "But a one on one with your fists only? That's where a man makes a point, my friend." Anakin didn't look like the kind of person to beat someone else to death with their fists though.

"I'll give it a look some time."

Anakin smirked. "I've been trained in hand to hand combat since I was ten, and before that I was still winning fights."

Well, that sounded like some pretty badass preparation. "C'mon, humor me; I can take getting my ass handed once in a while."

"In that case, then sure," Anakin said, flashing her a grin. "I teach on Tuesdays and have office hours on Thursdays. Stop by at either."

She had no idea of when she was supposed to get her office hours -ugh, office hours-, but she guessed that Friday was as good as any other day.

"It's on then."

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