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 Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 2:42 am
"Across the board?" Edith's eyebrows rose at that, surprised but not disappointed. "Better weight catching up more toward learning to defend, then. Basic tactics and strategies, and adjusting them for the numbers and terrain involved. Spar, a lot." Taking a bit, she made a face and then got up.
A few moments later she returned with a bottle of mustard. "You have your paperwork in order?"
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 2:47 am
The word spar induced much the same face Edith had made when she'd decided she needed mustard. He stoically chased the first mouthful with a second, also broken off the crust, which seemed somehow less offensive than the thing inside it. "My--paperwork, ma'am?" he asked warily.
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 3:10 am
She dipped the last corndog in the mustard with an impatient look, "For transfer. I don't like lollygagging, understand? Being proactive when it comes to preparation will go a long way as a Moon. When things go down, and that's always right around the corner, Moon and Sun are the first that need to respond. And Moon's the division that has to make sure survival is long term, beyond the immediate fight."
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 3:17 am
He was momentarily thrown for a loop, and so much so that he unthinkingly took an actual bite. This effectively jolted him back down to earth, and he wrapped the choke up in a polite cough and hoped that the fresh wound on his neck and the general rasp still lingering on every word excused it. "I--wanted to feel it out first. I didn't know if I'd be welcome," he added, swallowing and trying not to gag. "But I'll get on it, with your blessing. And I'll work on--on the things you told me to work on." Among other things.
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 3:32 am
Reaching across, Edith patted him on the back hard enough to leave a bruise later and got up to put away her dishes. "See that you do, Thompson." The lead gave him a stern, unforgiving look, "I expect you to live up to your words." And then she was leaving, pulling out her phone once again and rolling her eyes as she muttered, "Trainees...never give a time or location."
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 3:37 am
(Later, not much later, he gargled vodka like it was mouthwash, and it didn't really help.)
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