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 Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2008 3:12 pm
Reeve emerges from the timberline, fresh from yet another sortie. However normally somewhat ragged and unkempt, he looks clean-cut and crisp in a relatively pristine military uniform. Sighing tiredly, he takes a seat on the dojo porch, leaning on his rifle. What little hair could be seen under his helmet had been cut back, making his visage a bit of a far cry from the usual. He might be mistaken for a stranger- the only thing that would seem telling from a ninja's perspective is that where on his harness would normally hang a CQC knife, a kunai was sheathed.
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2008 3:33 pm
Lina looked around, seeing reeve from her seat on the roof above the porch. She blinked a few times to be sure then shook her head. She soon stood up and walked down the side of the dojo, keeping her feet magnatized to the wall. "'lo Reeve" she said, looking at his uniform "What's with the jarhead getup?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2008 3:37 pm
Reeve gives a chuckle, turning to face her.
" Mission. I got embedded with a unit in which a soldier looks like me. He's rather high-value, so some big-wigs paid to swap us out in case of assassination, that they did. I can defend myself a tad better than your run-o'-th'mill jarhead, that I can. How have you been, Lina?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2008 3:41 pm
((REEVE! Is that a paintball gun? eek ??))
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2008 3:43 pm
(( Splat! No, it's January's letter item!))
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2008 3:49 pm
"I've been doing alright, just having a bit of a nutty training I attempted" she muttered tossing a small shuriken up and down.
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2008 4:06 pm
*Hunter had fallen asleep on the roof, he had overestimated his limits. He woke up, very sore*
Woah...long time since I felt this bad...
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2008 4:26 pm
"Nutty training? Dare I ask?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2008 4:36 pm
Opening his eyes from his sleep, Tutsumi yawned slightly and teleported to the baths. A few minutes later he came out, fully dressed, and headed outside.
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2008 4:37 pm
Fenris left the infirmary, her arms messily bandaged up. She slipped through the Main Room, hopefully unnoticed. She did not want to talk to anyone, unless maybe it were Tutsumi. She snagged a muffin from the counter and sat down, slowly picking away at it.
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2008 4:40 pm
(( she tends to eat muffins when depressed, ne?))
Not getting much for an answer, Reeve sights down the barrel of his weapon with distaste. Clumsy, loud, sloppy things...
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2008 4:41 pm
*Hunter teleported to the river, he took off his clothes, jumped in and heated the water around him washed himself and came out, put his clothes back on and teleported back to the dojo, inside the main room this time*
((Muffins are little balls of love blaugh ))
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2008 4:45 pm
Taking in a deep breath of the crisp air outside, Tutsumi smiled and started to stretch.
Hey, emo kid. Come on out here. Your depression is surrounding the entire atmosphere.
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2008 4:49 pm
Iri walks out of her room, yawning and stretching. Both of her naginatas are strapped to her back, one steel and the other wood, while various wooden and steel tessen are gripped in her hands. She's been neglecting her weapons training during her attempts at Nyl's air bomb, so she's going to make up for that today.
A smile on her face, she heads for the main doors and out onto the porch.
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Posted: Fri Jan 25, 2008 4:49 pm
Knowing full well that he'd never hit Tutsumi with it, and knowing that Tutsumi knew that, Reeve points the gun at him.
"Bang."
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