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Kind of pricey for gas, but that could just be because the Garden vans are guzzlers.
Senna Lloyd "The worse loneliness is to not be comfortable with yourself." Age: 17 | Height: 5'4" Sentinel Balamb cadet/SeeD candidate; G 1444 Gil | HP 150 | MP 10 Weapon: Gloves (3) +1 Dmg Companion: N/A *biggrinraw Magic:* *:Steel Pressure:* *:Iron Resolve:* *:Metal Moon:*
Crestfallen, she retreated into herself, idly listening to the conversations of the neighboring passengers. Her average frame twisted more towards the metal-like wall of the square-shaped vehicle. Half-muted eyes adjusted to the sounds of rolling wheels shipping the cadets and their superiors from point A to point B. The bumps and light squeals of the debris in the area served as a soundful song from the thoughtful teen. Maybe Seymour was correct about everyone being evacuated, she wanted to believe. Her parents are safe among the residents wherever the assigned squads offered them refuge...
She stiffened slightly as the van halted at the entrance of Balamb Town and blocked her mind's cry to grip at the fold of her skirt. As the doors parted to let the squads exit, Senna assured herself to be the first to touch ground her feet walked since infancy. Her low pig-tails hopped like meek rabbits when she got out and cautiously moving to the side, she waited for everyone else to fall out. She cut her body sideways from the main door to give the topaz-haired magi room to step out and join her at her side.
"One must earn respect; none are entitled to it." Age: 25 | Height: 5'11" Technic Balamb SeeD Instructor ; F 1456 Gil | HP 150 | MP 15 Weapon: Claymore (5) +1DEF Companion: n/a *:Judgement:* *:Brimhazzard:* *:Omni-Tool:* *:Rush Dynamo:*
The next person to get out was Seymour. He hopped out, blade at his side, and he stretche to try and get the feeling of being squashed out of his bones. He walked over to beside Senna, tapping her shoulder lightly. "You ready for this, Ms. Lloyd? " He meant to be encouraging, trying to make her comfortable. Turning away he took a step away from the group. "This is what we're doing. Squad D is going to e docks and beach, sweep the area and clear them of those disgusting slimes. Squad F you are going to go towards the station. We report when ever an area is clear through the instructors ph communicators No these aren't cells, they are for quick communication between cooperating squads." He took one out of his pocket to show them what it looked like. Then he handed it to Hector the first chance he got. He glanced around once more to further assess the situation. He took one step back, only to be rammed into by a little girl, age ten or so.
"GER OUT OF MY WAY OLD MAN!" She went around him and contued into town. (Well. Gonna have to grab that girl later.) He thought. It kimd of hurt his self esteem beong called old. He wasn't that old yet. He had years to go still before being branded old.
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Posted: Mon Jul 01, 2013 9:13 am
Neva Roen Tenaj
"The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams." Age: 17 | Height: 4'11" Magi Trabia cadet/seeD candidate; G 1044 Gil | HP 200 | MP 30 Weapon: Staff (3); 1+ Adept Companion: N/A *:Arcana:* *:Maiden's Kiss:* *:Angel's Wings:* *:Holy Charm:*
Outdoors after Senna's departure, the vibrant young figure observed the timidity of the younger woman. Shifting the handle of her staff to the bend of her left arm, Tenaj tilted her head slightly. The girl had to find a backbone on this mission before the regal maiden bashed her head in by her down-and-out behavior if she doesn't shape up in the mean time. Through her eyes, her larger counterpart hadn't flinched in a positive light from the older man's try at coaxing the tension breathing new life into her form like a summoner calling forth animation into a lump of clay. Was there anything the latter can do to brave this new terrain, Tenaj has yet to discover such a holiness. Soon, the little girl taking the reigns in Senna's young life will be hushed into a corner. This was certain in the magi's motivation.
Seymour's explanation on the paths each squad will undergo was given her full comprehension. The fairy-heightened female's loafers padded lightly at the cobblerstone ground outside of the gas station, her ears clear and attentive to the near ghost-town sounds of the area beyond. Lowering her displeasure of the thick scent of gas to refrain from doubling over in a headache, she locked full gazes on the light haired swordamen before a sudden charge from a child startled her to lift an alabaster hand to her mouth and nose as if startling laughter from the scene as opposed to a quirk of her own. Throughouly shocked by the change of pace, she cast the cupped hand to take hold with its twin at her side, blinking uncertainly. Eyes cast to Seymour then a response announced itself rhetorically.
"I thought Instructor Lambard stated that the residence were evacuated..." From the corner of her eye, the blue-eyed woman's fists folded in throbbing balls of emotion, not relinquishing for even a second.
Senna Lloyd "The worse loneliness is to not be comfortable with yourself." Age: 17 | Height: 5'4" Sentinel Balamb cadet/SeeD candidate; G 1444 Gil | HP 150 | MP 10 Weapon: Gloves (3) +1 Dmg Companion: N/A *biggrinraw Magic:* *:Steel Pressure:* *:Iron Resolve:* *:Metal Moon:*
"Yes, sir." True a phrase or not, she replied to Seymour's inquiry and the last rounds of briefing for the young cadets to understand. Her obliviously strung thoughts muted the sensation of mythical eyes adjusted on her. The mission is to show what she learned and how well she can incorporate it into this pre-exam. This mission is to show herself the edge she can have if she applied herself over the standard aspects of academics. This mission is to show her parents how little time she wasted in growing up into the daughter she wanted them to be proud of. Senna saw this as a mission to free opportunities for her to embrace. SeeD committed themselves to the people. Senna wouldn't let anyone down!
Her eyes shot to the darting figure of a child with tensed muscles aching for the chance to arrive into a state of rest. Automatically, she questioned where the girl arrived from and if she understood how blind she ventured through a lion's--flan's--den. Protective instincts kicked in as determination manifested in the very contractions of the muscles in her legs. Her fists clenched nervously at her sides as she turned her body out of Tenaj's way before impulsively taking off in a professional and inneeded sprint in the direction of the fleeting back of the girl.
Before she rounded off too far, her voice called back to her squad leader, showing no apology in her seemingly uncharacteristic action. "We need to secure the residential area in case there are still flan!"
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Posted: Mon Jul 01, 2013 9:31 am
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SeeD: F , Magi Hp:200 Mp:15
▶ ▷ Don't get in my way of fulfilling my mission...◀ ◁ ▶ ▷...I just might have to kill you if you do... ◀ ◁ ▶ ▷ ...Because, making the world a better place is my job...◀ ◁
Abilities: *:Wilhelmine's Disks of Flame:* *:Thunder, Fire, Blizzard:* *: Reflect, Aero, Cure:* *:Staff of a Thousand Flames:*
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Hector opened the car door to see Senna running "I thought she was quiet and calm? What happened?" he said walking over to Seymour and looking at his radio to tune them into the same station "Alright it's a go we will test them when the first area is cleared good luck Squad D he turned to Nevada "Good luck finding your squad Cadet Tenaj" he said with a smile as he signaled for his squad to get out of the car and started to walk towards the station His slung his staff and it extended out to be as tall as he is.
Bloody Murder Berserk Swordsman Blades of Glory Blind Deference
Harriet lazily slid out of the taxi, meandering away from the vehicle as soon as her feet touched the ground, her sword and scabbard clutched below the hilt in one hand. Of course the weapon was heavy, it was meant to be wielded with two hands... but her father had taught her better than that. Excuses are for Weichlingen... she thought, looking at the metal in her hand before hoisting up to her back and secured the buckles of her scabbard trappings around her chest and shoulder.
"Instructor Warring, how would you like us to proceed towards the station?" Harriet muttered, glancing with eyes glazed over and expression blase as she queried her squad leader. Against something that was basically walking jelly, it seemed that her talents would be particularly useless in attack. Even her special attacks focused on empowering her Claymore... except for that one, but Harriet didn't like to use that one... neither would whomever had to carry her after she was finished.
"I can serve usefully as distraction but I'm afraid based on your identification of these Flan, my attacks will not particularly harm them." She said, removing her sword from its holster and carving the air to her right before crossing the blade before her and resting it against her left arm. "But I'm only too chuffed to give them whatever smack down that can be mustered with Seelen Schlaeger, even if it's just a distraction."
Translations: weighlingen ~ weaklings English translations: chuffed ~ ecstatic Non-uniform attire: duck jewels Out Of Chocobos: oh Harri...
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Posted: Mon Jul 01, 2013 11:10 am
Instructor Seymour Alistair
"One must earn respect; none are entitled to it." Age: 25 | Height: 5'11" Technic Balamb SeeD Instructor ; F 1456 Gil | HP 150 | MP 15 Weapon: Claymore (5) +1DEF Companion: n/a *:Judgement:* *:Brimhazzard:* *:Omni-Tool:* *:Rush Dynamo:*
It shocked Seymour most to see this quiet meek girl run off like she has somewhere to be. He understood the need to evacuate the residence, however he didn't feel it should be their objective. A hand stressed through his hair, but he was glad she had some spunk at least. "Damnit." He mumbled and quickly set the communicator to Hectors frequency. "Hitake. Tenaj. Let's get a move on." He began walking without them, strapping the blade over his back as he walked. So much for being in charge of his Squad.
"The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams." Age: 17 | Height: 4'11" Magi Trabia cadet/seeD candidate; G 1130 Gil | HP 200 | MP 30 Weapon: Staff (3); 1+ Adept Companion: N/A *:Arcana:* *:Maiden's Kiss:* *:Angel's Wings:* *:Holy Charm:*
Whoever cast fire underneath the blonde's butt did so in the best yet foolish events. Honestly, the magi practically seemed as if she misplaced her ideas of the teen's being, having had accepted the notion of the fighter to be a pushover. Adrenaline must be the culprit in this life, turning the meek into superhuman entities. For a minute in her life, the young woman hadn't acted herself, staring dumbfounded by the development and only lured out with the hastened call from the instructor. In mere moments, the pieces of her temporary squad departed towards the residential area which meant moving was the next stage.
Huffing lightly from the newest task, the human nymph tilted her head in Rory's direction as if to say 'let's follow them'. After the silent demand, she twirled on her heels. Her uniform skirt fluttered while she trailed the path Senna and Seymour trekked. In her realistic mind hidden under a decade of romanticism, the teen hoped no causalties are climbing from this...
[-exit to Residential District-]
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Phantasm Pistol-whipped Painter's Peculation Peaceful Means
Rory clambered awkwardly out of the taxi just as Senna took off towards the town in a flustered panic. She must have local family or friends, to be suddenly spurred like that after how docile she's played until now, Rory thought as the petite blonde fled after the child.
As he straightened himself out, relaxing into his height, he listened to Alistair's call to follow her. "Fantastic, it's the blind leading the bland." He muttered, catching the glance from Neva as he watched the blond instructor make his ineffective charge but effective retreat from the station. Let's just go in wildly without any sort of a plan. Oh but it's just Flan. Yes but that's no reason to be stupid. He huffed and struck off after them, not bothering to run as he knew his long stride was more than enough to effectively cover the head start advantage... or disadvantage.
"Well done, squad D, great start of it." Rory muttered to himself as soon as he was out of earshot from Warring. He couldn't help but pray a little that Instructor Lambard wasn't surreptitiously observing them from somewhere - this was almost guaranteed not to be one of his finest moments.
▶ ▷ Don't get in my way of fulfilling my mission...◀ ◁ ▶ ▷...I just might have to kill you if you do... ◀ ◁ ▶ ▷ ...Because, making the world a better place is my job...◀ ◁
Abilities: *:Wilhelmine's Disks of Flame:* *:Thunder, Fire, Blizzard:* *: Reflect, Aero, Cure:* *:Staff of a Thousand Flames:*
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Hector pushed up his glasses he a lowly toned voice he spoke the words"You're not completely useless your attacks will do damage just not as much as Magi' s magic don't worry about healing either I got you or Azazel just remember we work as a time we win as a team now.....let's go kill some flan. Hector' s mood seemed to have changed for happy spiffy goody goody two-thirds to a heartless demon ready to fulfill his mission and go back home "Squad F let's move. Take out any flan you see...do not hold back. he said twirling his staff around his body where all you saw were leaves getting picked up and what seemed to be a shield around him but was really just the speed of the staff.
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Bloody Murder Berserk Swordsman Blades of Glory Blind Deference
Harriet watched the other team move off quickly towards the residential district without any expression of interest or concern. Of course she liked Senna well enough, so far, she'd barely known the girl for five minutes but still the shy blonde seemed nice, if a little boring. Genau, I think everyone is boring though...
At Warring's words Harriet smirked a little. Guess now we'll see if he's all mouth no trousers... maybe he's not a total anorak after all. She raised her Claymore and balanced over the backs of her shoulders, supporting it with one hand. The sword wouldn't cut her in this position, it wasn't really meant to be sharp like a rapier... it was more of a bludgeon that happened to have a sharp edge and point. Pushing her platinum hair, which practically glowed in the sunlight, out of her face with her free hand, she began sauntering along in a loppy-fashion off in the pr-described direction of the beach.
"Let's just bash on then..." Harriet muttered to no one in particular, trying to get herself excited at the prospect of slicing up animate forms of jelly as if it would somehow be anymore interesting than it sounded.
Exit Harriet to The Station Translations: genau ~ right English translations: bash on ~ go along Non-uniform attire: duck jewels Out Of Chocobos: oh Harri...
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"The cold is not so bad." Age: 15 | Height: 5'2" Magi Trabia Cadet; SeeD Candidate ; G 1306 Gil | HP 200 | MP 25 Weapon: Fuuma Shuriken Axe (4) ; +1 Adept Companion: n/a *:Wicked Blades:* *:Stand Aside:* *:Shiver Blades:* *:Arcana:*
Azazel had been meticulously going over his blade, removing the sheath and discarding it onto the seat beside him. He'd stepped out to see Senna run off on her own and cant his head to the side. Her squad shortly followed. A brow raised at the girl's behavior, turning to follow the rest of his own squad. His attention turning to Harriet. "You could always draw magic to deal damage you know." Not aware that she did not choose to master that particular skill. He follows the pair towards their destination.
