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 Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2004 10:37 pm
??? raised one brow, head tipping just slightly. Her hand slid down, and where she'd holstered her pistol and it was drawn, slowly, and left to hang in a loose grip, thumb stroking the hammer softly.
"Army? Nope. Never been much for the army. Whole lot of bastards. Murderous, treacherous, theiving bunch of gits."
A pause, before she focused her eyes upwards on Squall again.
"But I suggest you stand down, Mate."
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2004 10:40 pm
He raised an eyebrow at her 'request' to stand down, but shrugged it off and turned away. She wasn't associated with the G-Army, so he had no reason to hate her. He headed off down the road, looking for a hotel to stay at.
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2004 10:43 pm
"You're one of those SeeD, aren't you? Buncha cowards. Heard your Garden got blown up, didn't it? Pity that. Musta been a lot of death. Too bad I wasn't there to help with the booms."
She smirked inwardly. If anything would trigger the Lion, that would be it. Now, privately, she was snickering to herself, being a former SeeD, n' all, she didn't have a lot of room to talk, but hey, who better to insult the SeeD, then a SeeD. Now mind you, she doubted he recognized her. But, that would come in time.
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2004 10:47 pm
He stopped in midstride, his hand going to the hilt of the Revolver and clenching it tightly. He didn't turn his head toward her, but his voice was plenty to reach her, cold, low, and full of venom.
You have one chance to take that back.
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2004 10:51 pm
She slowly lowered her backpack to the ground, and then darted forward, one of her special little abilities coming into play, a smoke bomb dropped, billowing out, to fill the area.
Slender hands latched around the Gunblade, snitching it nimbly from Squall's fingers, before bouncing back, propped up on the thing like its a cane, as the smoke slowly cleared.
"Lose something?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2004 10:53 pm
He blinked and lifted his left hand, the one on his gunblade, over his face to block the smoke from getting into his nose or mouth. As it cleared, he felt the familiar weight of his weapon gone, and spun around to find the woman holding it.
Give that back.
His voice was much colder now than it was earlier.
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2004 10:59 pm
She grinned, and lifted the blade, spinning it a few times, before propping it back against the ground, balancing herself against it.
"Tell ya what. I'll give it back.. if I can join ya. After all.. been a while since I seen the inside of Balamb Garden.. an' from what I 'eard, ya could use me. So.. sound fair?"
She was grinning, before pivoting upwards, balancing on one hand on the gunblade, the rest of her body precariously hovering above the ground. Damn athletic, but not in a bad way. Something about her, the more one would think, would seem familiar.
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2004 11:00 pm
He considered it for a moment, then shrugged and held out his right hand.
Fine. We could use all the help we can get.
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2004 11:03 pm
She grinned, and hopped down, shouldering her backpack, and walking over, holding the gunblade out.
"Nice t'see yer as cold as ever Lionbutt."
She flashed a sparkling grin, and then headed on down the street. She still had some time before the goonies behind her woke up, and she had things to do anyway.
"Look around for me before you leave Esthar. I'll introduce myself then. Later!"
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Posted: Tue Oct 19, 2004 11:06 pm
He narrowed his eyes as he watched her depart, returning the gunblade to its scabbard. "I know that accent..."
Shrugging it off, he turned and continued heading off to find a hotel.
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Posted: Thu Oct 21, 2004 4:01 pm
A SeeD walks into Esthar wearing a SeeD cadet coat stripped of any insignia... He begins to walk around, looking for Squall...
He adjusts a hidden mic and speaks...
"HK, do you have a position for Objective?"
"No current position. Check shops first, then shelter. No reports to indicate he's left the area yet, so keep looking."
"Right. Scout One out."
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2005 1:12 pm
Halfway across the world, Laguna Loire sits within his presidential office, his brows furrowed as he stares at the holotransmission from the Estharian military craft observing the battle on Balamb Isle.
This invasion had been an unexpected move on Galbadia's part. And here he had thought all the rogue generals and insane officers had died in the Sorceress War.
He leans back slowly, watching the withdrawal of the Garden forces. The intercom on his desk buzzes. He reaches forward and taps the button.
Yes?
"Sir, we've completed a prototype personal armored vehicle."
Laguna nodded. Very good. Begin mass-production immediately.
"Sir? Don't we usually subject prototypes to rigorous testing first?"
Not this time. See to it immediately, then send the schematics to my office when you have time.
"Yes, sir."
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