Quistis looks to Harriet and gives a small nod, "Unless they are migrating, Flan stay in dark, damp areas. Light and noise usually are deterrents, so something must be forcing them topside. The instructor turned to the woman who approached them. "Why aren't you with the evacuation squad? Did you listen to the sirens and announcement to go to the beach side camp? You are only putting yourself in danger, and in our way coming here." Glancing to the woman's stomach, realizing she was pregnant, Quistis shook her head and gave an exasperated sigh. She took out her com device, speaking into it. After a moment she snapped it closed. "A squad is coming to get you." She turned as some students came through the door. "Nida, there you are. Please take this woman to the camp."
"I am really sorry instructor, I thought.-" Quistis put her hand up. "Never you mind that, just get her out of here." She looked to the pregnant woman, "You might want to be more careful and listen to the Garden representatives next time there is a crisis. We can't guarantee you and your child's safety if you don't listen to our representatives instruction." Her reprimand was in a firm voice, but not venomously so. The cadet's squad would guide the woman away.
After that was done Quistis turned towards Harriet, "Hm? Gladstone and Wright should have been back by now..." She noted aloud, looking to the train tunnel. She stared at it for a bit before whipping her communicator back out. "This is Trepe. Any active squad currently not already engaged in battle come to the station right away, Over." She looked to Harriet and Hector. "I suggest you all freshen up, the scouts not returning is almost certain there is trouble. Get ready for the next battle. We don't know what is up ahead. For now we will wait for back up."
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 1:49 pm
Jeffery Jones "....." Age: 14 | Height: 5'1" Sentinel Trabia Cadet; SeeD Candidate; G HP 300 | MP 15 | 2308 Gil Weapon: Leather Gloves = 10 + 1 (DEF) Companion: n/a *biggrinraw Magic:* *:Choco-Charge:* *:Returning:* *:The Chocobo’s Wrath:*
Arriving at the station with all do speed, the sentinel child looked around the station area. The first look around seemed to be promising, there was also a battle here too. A small group of students and a teacher seemed to be nearby, but that was of no concern to him. The intelligent fran had made it very clear that it was possibly a train, but it was eating them? More questions than answers, he needed to ask the people at the station booth. Arriving at the station booth, he looked around around to see if anyone was here. Knocking on the glass of the booth, he needed information regarding the trains. If anyone looked at him now, he was just a young child and not a student from his casual wear.
With the group escorting the pregnant lady, Trepe completely missed the little boy coming into the station, still trying to round up some teams that weren't occupied.
While Trepe was communicating with the other squads when she noticed the boy, she gives another exasperated sigh. "Civilians..." She muttered, taking a step forward to address the younger boy in a most authoritative tone. "What are you doing? Why aren't you with the evacuation team on the beach?" She shook her head. "That evacuation team.. Are they slacking on their jobs to secure the civilians?" She wondered out loud, her attention never leaving the child, she retrieved her PHS again. "Stay there, I'm calling the evacuation team to come get you. You will be reunited with your parents there, I hope."
It was around this time that Selfie came back into the station, looking to Quistis, then the boy. "Hey lil guy! How you doin? You lost?" She of course, had no idea that Jeffery was a student because he didn't have the uniform. She turned to Trepe, "Most of the squads I came across were busy, and boy do they have their hands full! Its almost as bad out there as it was in here this morning!"
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 8:15 pm
Jeffery Jones "....." Age: 14 | Height: 5'1" Sentinel Trabia Cadet; SeeD Candidate; G HP 300 | MP 15 | 2365 Gil Weapon: Leather Gloves = 10 + 1 (DEF) Companion: n/a *biggrinraw Magic:* *:Choco-Charge:* *:Returning:* *:The Chocobo’s Wrath:*
Waiting for a moment, Jeff’s eyes slightly shifted to see two students had arrived. One took the role of bad cop and the younger of the two was good, this made him sigh in disappointment. It was clear that what he was told was a lie, he was expected but no one had seen him before. Maybe it went to the higher ups, or maybe it was SeeD that was lazy. Regardless of this, the younger one started to get buddy buddy. Jeff turned around to face the younger of the two. Shaking his head to her, he was not lost but he was playing like he could not speak. Pulling out his unmarked backpack, he pulled out a sheet of paper and wrote on the paper before handing her paper.
Greetings, I’m Jeff.
I’m not lost; I was being transferred to a new compound from Trabia.
The black car that was transporting me was one of the first to be hit, I woke up to find the gas station in flames.
I also came across a Talking Fran! It was exciting, twice as big as a Normal fran. It was very smart and intelligent, it returned to the sewer before it spoke to me… it said…
"It’s Big, but with No eyes. Trains...." "Hungry? It’ll eat you."
Selfie's head would tilt to the side as the boy rifled through the bag he had, writing stuff down on a piece of paper. The older girl leaned over to get a good look, realizing how tall the boy was. He was as tall as her! She pouts but her attention is caught again by the paper as it was handed to her. Reading it as she walked to Quistis, "Hey Quisty, lookie here." She handed it over.
Luckily Trepe didn't get a hold of anyone yet as Tilmitt gave her the piece of paper. She read over it, and pushed up her glasses. "Well, my apologies Cadet." She says, addressing Jeff. "As you can see, the town is in a bit of a mess." Quistis pokes the paper, "A talking Flan how... odd." She read what Jeff said the Flan had to say. "Big.. no eyes.. Trains... And its going to eat you. Hmmm... That does not give us much to go on. There could be any creature down there that is big and has no eyes. I could assume though that where it references the train it must mean the Train tunnel. In which the scouts have yet to return..." She shook her head, "That's it.. Tilmitt, Warring, Anachide..." She glanced to the boy, "Jeff... We are going in there. Help will come eventually, in the mean time we will find the missing scouts, and hopefully what is down there. Lets move forward and secure the tunnel."
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 9:33 pm
Jeffery Jones "....." Age: 14 | Height: 5'1" Sentinel Trabia Cadet; SeeD Candidate; G HP 300 | MP 15 | 2428 Gil Weapon: Leather Gloves = 10 + 1 (DEF) Companion: n/a *biggrinraw Magic:* *:Choco-Charge:* *:Returning:* *:The Chocobo’s Wrath:*
Looking at both of them for a moment, they seemed to know something that he didn’t. He was here to ask about trains and train movements, background history. But it seemed that there was a change in plan, they finally saw him as a member. Putting away everything and closing up the backpack, Jeff watched as the events unfold. It was time to go to work, jeff placed his hands together and started to pop his knuckles. Pulling out his gloves and placing them on his hands, he strapped them down before nodding to them. They were heading out and down into the tunnel, the scouts were not back… maybe eaten. But he was so going to enjoy this new battle.
Bloody Murder Berserk Swordsman Blades of Glory Blind Deference
Inventory:
medical kit Senna's locket
In a rare show of emotion, a scowl writ itself way across Harriet's otherwise vacant porcelain face, although it was masked by her fringe as she let her head roll to the opposite side. She was becoming bored, and irritated. This was all taking far too long; while she would never be reluctant to wait for a strategy to be planned, she didn't like all this sneaky waiting around and postulation regarding the Flan. Clearly, the unusual creatures were here en masse, and clearly their job as a form of paramilitary was to go in and clean them out.
Maybe it was just because she never felt completely secure in the company of non-swordsman. Her father had told her never to trust anyone who could raise a sword against an enemy and know what to do with it. Those who relied largely on magic rather than their own strength and tenuous training were unreliable as companions. Or maybe it was just that she felt notably underwhelmed by the man in her company. Her instructor was a total anorak, and such people inherently needed protecting in a fight. Her teammate, who'd had the fortune of going on a scouting mission as opposed to waiting around here for whatever, was short and in her opinion had an undeserved arrogance. Growing up solely around men, Harriet expected them to be taller than her, stronger, on point. She was not seeing this among all these Garden people.
And this new boy was worse than all of them. Warum hat der Welpe bekommt schäbigen Kleidung statt Uniform tragen?*And he was even shorter than Azazel... Their parents must be all toe-rags and bints, breeding widgets like this... She rolled her eyes and directed her unfocused gaze towards the tunnel that led deeper into the station at his show of absent social skills that might enable him to speak. How would the bludger have communicated with the tram staff it they had been here? What bollocks!
"Are we going already?" Harriet muttered, her tone laced with dry exasperation. Her soft query was answered when the blonde instructor indicated that they would press on after the other two cadets and go deeper into the station. Harriet sighed audibly and listened to the sound of her breath echo down the tunnel with idle interest as she proceeded along with them, her arms hanging with deceptive limpness at her sides and her Claymore glinting in the flickering lights of the station.
Exit Harriet to Timber Underground Railway
Translations: * why does the whelp get to wear rags instead of a uniform English translations: toe-rags and bints ~ society dregs / loose men & women, bludger ~ nuisance, bollocks ~ bull Non-uniform attire: duck jewels Out Of Chocobos: updated for some of the new buffs, promise to finish those soon c:
Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 5:58 pm
[Quistis already exited to Railway, Selfie and Hector stay.]
"One must earn respect; none are entitled to it." Age: 25 | Height: 5'11" Technic Balamb SeeD Instructor ; F 1865 Gil | HP 150 | MP 15 Weapon: Claymore (5) +1DEF Companion: n/a *:Judgement:* *:Brimhazzard:* *:Omni-Tool:* *:Rush Dynamo:*
The blond instructor entered from The residential district, and took a look at the group there. A brunette and Hector were the only visible persons there. Which struck him as odd. Where was that annoying mage boy and the swordwoman? His eyes surveyed the area thuroughly it was wiped clean of the Flan, save for the slime painting the station in blue goo and sewer smells. Seymour walked up to the two there and spoke without really addressing either in particular. " Area seems secured. Where is everyone?" He couldn't shake the feeling that something was up. He couldn't pin why he felt this way when everything seemed just fine.
Selfie was standing there with her nunchaku in her hand, swaying from one foot to the other as she waited for the others. She was biting her lip in a mix of worry and impatience. She didn't know how Instructor Warring was so calm in this matter, he was on a bench reading his book again. At the entrance of the other instructor, Selfie turned around, and gave a happy clap. "Finally!" She ran towards them, clasping her nunchaku so tightly her knuckles were white. "I am so glad some back up came! Instructor Trepe instructed us to keep this area secure, but she says they could use all the back up they can get! Uh.." She looks to Instructor Warring, who continued to read. "You should go on ahead! I'm sure they need you! We'll continue to hold this area, as instructed." She says, turning to Seymour and his team.
Rory followed not too far behind Instructor Seymour, keeping his eyes pealed for any more Flan. Although he felt that this party, the three technics, would be far more successful in quickly dispatching any of the blue monsters that reared their gelatinous than his previous team arrangement, that didn't mean that he felt like being careless and having one sneak up on them and catch them by surprise. That just wasn't his style. In fact, he considered the last battle a poor show of his abilities given the feeling that he had to watch out for the tiny two girls.
Now Rory liked girls of course. Well, scratch that, Rory liked women, but girls eventually got there. However the petite cadets had rubbed him the wrong way... the blonde one so carelessly impetuous but lacking the gumption to speak up for herself, and the blue-haired midget who'd taken in upon herself to be the voice for the girl and talk back to him like he was an idiot. Rory was perfectly aware that there was a good chance he was younger than the both of them - his height masked his youth - but still... When I'm right, I'm right. I wouldn't tell someone she was being careless and foolish unless it were the truth. Aside from putting others in danger, that kind of behavior will get her killed.
Rory shrugged it off, attempting to dismiss the thoughts. It was not his problem anymore, although his chivalrous side still questioned the wisdom of leaving them in the "care" of the arrogant blond young man with the gunsword. That selfish attitude might get them into far worse trouble than Cadet Lloyd's blind emotionally-driven actions.
Rory recognized the two figures ahead, one was Instructor Warring and the other was a short brunette that for some reason tugged at his memory. Her uniform denoted that she was a Trabia cadet, and although Rory had spent some time there he didn't necessarily know everyone by name. And then there were a few girls he had conveniently forgotten the names of... but he remembered most of their faces... sort of...
The tall gunslinger listened as she spoke to Alistair, idling wondering if the voice rang any bells and glancing around to see where the rest of Hector's team was. Their absence made him a little uncomfortable, These re-divisions might suggest that we're dealing with something more than planned... or they're just passing us around as part of the SeeD exam, to let each instructor get a look at us in action.
Rory didn't miss the mention of Instructor Trepe and grimaced a little. She did not like him... he wasn't sure if it was something he'd said or something he did or didn't do but there definitely seemed to be some hostility there. Initially, Rory had chalked it up as her standard demeanor, noted that she seemed to be firm to the point of harsh and distant to the point of cold sociopathy with almost everyone, but he couldn't help feeling like she had a particular dislike or even loathing for him and he had yet to figure out why. Well this is sure to be interesting...
Trying to shrug of the less the lovely thought of meeting up with the terse blonde any time soon, Rory glanced at Instructor Seymour. "Shall we proceed sir? Or would you like to make a sweep of the area before we go in further?"
Translations: N/A Non-uniform Attire: rorys bling Out Of Cartridges: haha ! rory the player comes to light !
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2013 7:08 am
Trance Harper
Peyton Deuil Wright "Unwavering should be your conviction. Forge it with courage, temper it with retribution, and it will create a blade firmer than any steel." Age: 16 | Height: 5'6" Technic Galbadia Garden SeeD Candidate; G 1394 Gil | HP 200 | MP 15 Weapon: Katana (4) +1DEF Companion: N/A *:Omni-Tool:* *:Ancient Way:* *:Meridian:* *biggriniable Manière:*
Peyton took up the rear, walking past the instructor and Selphie to survey the station. There were signs of fighting, and it seemed the goopy residue from the flan were everywhere around the town of Balamb. (This is going to take some time cleaning up. I hope I am not on the clean up team...) Turning his attention to instructor Warring, noting the staff. It was a standard staff, meant for casters. (Why are they having an instructor who is a magi sit out here? He would be more useful in the tunnel... Unless this is one of those 'tests' and not just a regular assignment. That would make sense... Now that I think about it, Lambard said this was some sort of pop quiz.) At Rory's question he turned, "I do not think that is necessary. These two seem to have it covered." He looked to Selphie, and she nodded excitedly. Peyton casually spun his sheathed sword between his fingers. "The tunnel can go pretty deep, if we hope to catch up with them, I suggest we do so swiftly. By your lead, of course instructor." He says to Seymour.
Age:19 | Height:6'1" Magi SeeD; F 2105 Gil | 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...◀ ◁
Weapon: Striking Pole (3) +1Adept Companion: n/a Abilities: *:Wilhelmine's Disks of Flame:* *:Arcana:* *:White Lightening:* *:Staff of a Thousand Flames:*
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Hector stopped read his book. "Ahh finished so quickly huh? Well your squad did have the more "Fitting fighters" he said meaning Seymour and Rory and looked to the new kid. "Hm, and who might you be? New cadet I presume?" he said extending his hand to shake Peyton's then turning to answer Seymour "I sent Harriet down with Instructor Trepe, as for Azazel....I sent him on a scouting mission with a cadet from Instructor Trepe's group...haven't heard from them since...but, we found out that there is something lurking in the train station so, Trepe, Harriet, and another Cadet went down as Selfie and I watched out. Go in and support if you like. I want to go in but I can't leave Selfie out here alone..." He said patting Selfie on the head as Peyton walked by them.
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Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 8:02 pm
Instructor Seymour Alistair
"One must earn respect; none are entitled to it." Age: 25 | Height: 5'11" Technic Balamb SeeD Instructor ; F 1865 Gil | HP 150 | MP 15 Weapon: Claymore (5) +1DEF Companion: n/a *:Judgement:* *:Brimhazzard:* *:Omni-Tool:* *:Rush Dynamo:*
The instructor remained silent for a moment, even after all have spoken. He considered the possibilities. If he were to send Selphie to the location they had sent the refugee's, then he could take Instructor Warring with him. His superiority in magic was reason enough to bring the man along, he would be incredibly useful for what may await them down in the tunnels.
And as for the man's little girl, though he'd hate to say it, she isn't the top priority here. He cleared his throat to gain attention of the entire group, and paused a moment. Even though he knew the answer, he felt torn to say it aloud.
"As of right now our priority is to n** this catastrophe in the bud, and so far there is evidence from multiple sources that the solution to our problems lies within the Railway. I make this blunt observation to remind you all that should we enter, we are not to return, for any reason, until we end this. This will be our primary goal. If any civilians are met with in the tunnels, they are to be... ignored. "
He cleared his throat, clearly hating even his own words. "Ms. Selphie is it? I order you to join the refugee's and await there for your instructor. Judging by the amount of people already down there, we won't be needing you to join us. You should go where your optimism is needed. Give the residence some joy while they wait for this to blow over." He gave the young girl a wink and a smile.
Sheathing his sword, he looked to the boys and gave an excited grin. "If you wish to join me you may. Or go with Selphie. Either way we have some catching up to do, lets make haste."
And with that he would turn and start running at an moderate pace down the tunnel, following the train tracks. He didn't bother to look back to see who would come, for they will join if they so wish.
