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Alec looked away from Shun momentarily to Preacher as she addressed the group. "I don't think I'd make a very good security detail.." He admitted blushing. Some one would break out in a fight with his luck, and he'd likely look for Farvardin to smack the crap out of them. Speaking of, it looked like she was wearing a security detail armband.

"Hey you." he flagged down the girl, waving her over. "So you signed up too hm?" Alec questioned her peering over at the girl in question.

He wasn't very body guard like, or at least he doubted anyone would take him seriously so he'd likely avoid that particular duty. "It kinda sounds like fun...but it looks like they have a lot of volunteers for that already." He answered Preacher with a smile. He vaguely recognized the other from Tala's food tasting booth. Alec couldn't be too sure but that accent was pretty damn hard to forget.

Shakutala too was close by, looking at a rather powerful looking horse looking star struck it seemed. He didn't blame her, he'd stare too if it weren't for the conversation. He'd say hi to her before too much longer, as his wave would likely go unnoticed given her current attention.

"Famous? Don't sound so smug Cyril!" At this Alec couldn't help himself from grinning. He waved at the other boy, welcoming him. At least they'd managed to catch up again, it looked like Axel had come as well. "Yea, I wonder what all sort of horses they'll have?"

"Oh. So those were your enlistment papers? I wasn't sure. Congrats, that's great they accepted you." He replied Shun, his tone genuine and heartfelt. Tilting his head a bit making a small 'hm' sound. "I think I should just sign up and get it over with.." He muttered less to the older male and more thinking out loud.

Hearing yet another person fuss about the costumes Alec pouted. "And hey come on guys some one has to dress up in the parade, they won't even know its you I bet." He scoffed at everyone's reservations towards the likely loud outfits. So what if they looked silly, it was more for the crowd anyway.

Eyeing Elliot now, he poked his tongue out at the older boy. No real offense taken as he chuckled right after. "I don't know now, I'll wait and see what they have available I guess." He wasn't set on anything BUT avoiding ridiculous over the top manual labor. Gods no.

Zin blinked in surprise. Harold was such a downer! "Shiganshina is great enough to scare off the Titans for 100 years," Zin pointed out, a bit petulantly. It wasn't that easy to ruin Zin's positive attitude, however.

Zin suddenly covered her mouth, trying to suppress a spontaneous giggle. "Marching isn't the same as walking around," she explained, trying to conceal a grin. "It's about pride! Everyone will be impressed when they see how unified we are." She recovered her composure, though the amused smile lingered. "You have some interesting ideas, Harold. Hey, you're old enough to join the military, right? Are you gonna join up?" Zin assumed that she wasn't a trainee already, since the first time they had met was at the goldfish booth.

Ah yes there was Shakuntala, he glanced over as Danny waved, noticing she was admiring a rather sturdy looking horse. She seemed rather awe stuck actually.

"You must really like horses." He smiled at Tala, trying to catch her attention and wave her over. She wasn't easy to forget. Her mothers curry had been a bit frightful..but she was nice.

"I'm not so sure about calling him that.." He looked back at Danny a bit wide eyed as if unsure.

Who was the new guy? He caught a glimpse of the man as he walked by. Alec was pretty sure he'd never seen a mohawk of that nature before. "Find anything that caught your eye?" He questioned the older male as he passed by their group.

Shakuntala wanted to gawk more, but her attention was flagged down by the whip of a hand in her periphery. Reflexing snapping her attention to it, the short-haired girl was unsure of who it was, but a curious nearing proved it to be a familiar face from her booth: Danny. Nearing the group also produced a myriad of other features the girl saw heated and red from her mum's curry game. Having to serve them as contestants was one thing, but having them gathered together was another. The shrinking violet bowed her head at them and thinned her lips in bashfulness.

Only by raising it did she find confidence. "H-Hello..." she said with a small wave to the others. "N-Nice seeing you guys again..."

An imaginary red imp sitting on her shoulder was snapping its tail and throwing its head back in cackling laughter at her misfortune. A slight flush overcame her features then.

Why do I have to be so bad at this?

Her voice cracked at Alec's observation. That glitter in her eye sparkled again as she blurted out, "Oh goodness, yes!" Suddenly, her fingertips clutched her lips as if stilling another bellow from excitement, and, timidly, she added, "Y-Yes... I love horses. Especially ones of the military. They're wonderful..."

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Lloren looked over the paper, noting the peculiar name. It wasn't so rare for youngsters to be unemployed outside of assisting their parents, but in the case of an orphan, the experience gained from volunteering could really be a worthwhile opportunity! The trainee smiled and nodded, admiring the Preacher of her hypothetical backstory. Rather than have a single drop of pity, Lloren had stars in her eyes, imagination spiraling far more out of control than it would be if she hadn't spent all day sitting at a desk. When the blue-haired girl addressed her again, it snapped her out of her fantasies.

Greased owl s**t? "You paint a pretty picture." She snickered. "In any case, it's as you say. Don't use force! We don't want to endanger our volunteers. If there's any trouble, call for the stationary guard. Take care and thank you for your service, I'm rooting for you!" The trainee waved after her as she left.

Footsteps came up behind her, and she turned to find... that guy. Dun dun dun! Whoa, he's got sound effects in my head. She mentally added trumpets. It suited his image.

"Hello, Sir, can I help you?"
-"Who was that? Was their speech not a little crass?" The parade marshal furrowed his brows, looking pensive. They were thick and dramatic, intensifying his every expression.
"Oh, she's a new security volunteer." Lloren replied cheerfully.
-"Eyewitness reports have been compiled." He dropped a stack of papers on her desk. "The suspected perpetrators just came in. They were involved in the banquet fight yesterday. Take care to double check none of the applicants match the appearances listed, will you? And keep up the splendid work!"
"Oh, don't worry, she's not anyone suspicious. She signed up properly, just like eeeverybody else. Here's her form."

Saga took the paper, but soon his hand began to shake.
-"...She's an orphan. Children deprived of parents... I simply cannot bear it! I MUST ADOPT HER!"
Lloren's face fell into her desk, cracking it. She got up and grabbed Saga by the shoulders and shook him, dropping all pretense of formality. Was the Military Police full of nutcases? She wanted to laugh because this was damn hilarious, but something had to be done before he went and made a mess of the whole town with his weird noble naiveté.

"SIR! CONTROL YOURSELF! It's not like I don't understand how you feel, but butting into a total stranger's affairs would be unwelcome! Furthermore, you are only 17!" Realizing her position, she suddenly stopped. "Oops, sorry. Ahem."
They stared at each other for a few seconds, equally uncomfortable. Finally, he spoke.
-"Very well, I shall leave you to your work then." To Lloren's great relief, the parade marshal did not reprimand her. He turned and reentered the building behind the booth.

"O-oh..." Zin said, at a loss for a moment. It seemed that she had met her direct opposite, and she wasn't sure how to react.

"Hey, let's be friends!" Zin suggested abruptly. Her grin had returned in full force. "I like you, Harold. You're really down-to-earth, you know?" She let out a laugh. "You're not afraid to speak your mind; I like that. It's no problem that you don't want to join the military; maybe I'll join the stationary guard so we can still see each other!"

He didn't act just yet on what to sign up for. What seemed to be needed most out of those three options? Were there already enough men manning one or two of the stations already? His head had lifted from reading off the list to take a gander around, when a young lad approached and acknowledged him. Staring for a moment, giving pause, Mykanos turned himself to give his attention respectfully, a hand lifting to idly run through the lifted strands of his luxurious locks, "A few, yeah." he replied in a mature, developed baritone. With a small once over the area again, his gaze fixated back onto Alec, giving yet one more somewhat weighted pause, "Know if they have enough security, or not?"