Post by Hadrian D'arcell on Dec 2, 2007 19:31:24 GMT -5
There was no point in lying now---especially when under Garden's mercy. Hadrian decided he'd take Reese's word for it. As for the part with his parents and DoTNA, well...
Even if she wasn't there, he'd find out the truth with his own eyes. It was that simple. He would hack every worm hole of that main frame if he had to.
Hadrian started walking back towards the conference room. He couldn't believe how stupid he was for blowing off this mission. He needed to get back.
/Corpora Quadrigemina detects the sudden increase of your morale is considered malicious./
After casting me out at Trabia, I'd hear you're working with DoTNA? Don't mess with me...! He'd go back. Leonhart could dance around him and poke fun at him all he want. He'd even tape the old man while he does it. He would do this sh*tty mission afterall.
His body involuntary halted the moment he came a couple of feet from the conference door. He suddenly found it hard to enter.
Post by waterlily43 on Dec 2, 2007 22:23:46 GMT -5
Jun visually sent Lawric off then turned back towards the conference room. There was a message to relay, one that she was glad to be messenger for.
"WEEEE!!! NEW HAIRSTYLE FOR ZACKIE!!" The elevators opened and a burst of hysterical-sounding female voice travelled through the air from it. Jun turned and gawked at the crazy-haired Blaze noogying a just as crazily-haired Zacke.
"Ahahaha." She strode up to them with a wide grin and her arms akimbo at the waist. "It's encouraging to see that you guys are building up your..." She paused deliberately as if searching for a correct word. "...chemistry. OH I'm sure it'll be very beneficial for this mission. But shouldn't you do this in the privacy of your hotel room?" She raised an eyebrow suggestively, turning to walk towards the conference room without waiting for an answer, which she was sure would be just as vociferous as Blaze's earlier outburst.
Hadrian was standing in front of the conference room, the look on his face smacking of uneasiness. Quite the difference from the 'tude-laden one when he had strode out of the room.
The evening was just getting better by the minute.
"So have you reconsidered your decision to ditch the mission?" She smirked. "Looks like I don't have to eat my words after all."
She knocked on the conference room door, then pulled Hadrian in together with her by the hand. Once inside she released him and saluted Squall and Seifer.
"Headmaster and Commander, I am pleased to report that the Opps will most likely be joining our mission tomorrow. They seemed to have reached some kind of consensus but are still undergoing discussions. And D'arcell seems to have something else to say." She gave him a pat on the back.
"Go on, do your ass-kissing." She whispered in his ear, grinning all the way.
Post by Hadrian D'arcell on Dec 2, 2007 23:05:01 GMT -5
AHAHAHA JUN XD NICE JOB!! ---------------------------------------
Hadrian grit his teeth in uneasiness filled with irritation and a hint of embarassment as Jun practically dragged him inside the conference room. Inside were Squall and Seifer, Rayden, Gemma and Stardust, plus Jun and him. Not a bad audience. Jun announced that the Opps--the group who was just conducting drama a while back--had decided to go back to the mission. What a weird turn of events.
"Go on, do your ass-kissing." Jun whispered, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
"Was it the cookie? It was the cookie, huh?!" he whispered to her through grit teeth. This girl's high on something.
"What is he doing here?" Stardust's pessimistic tone welcomed him.
"I...er...I deeply apo..lo...gize. I wasn't myself a moment ago." he stiffly said, avoiding everyone's gazes.
This is what people look when they're sorry, right? he thought. This should work. Out of pride and motive, he'd pick the one with the most benefit. One of the reasons why he often gets what he wants, he had no shame.
HAHAHA I love how she just makes her rounds with checking up on everyone and getting into their business XD so Jun
Squall regarded Hadrian with a measure of surprise.
"Of course." He answered calmly. "I realize this mission places a lot of pressure on you alone, and considering that, your outburst is -- while unacceptable -- at least somewhat understandable. I have no intentions of removing you from the mission, so long as you are willing to be cooperative under my authority."
Zacke's eyes shot open and he met eyes with the approaching old man, shaking his head frantically and silently with a look of pure terror on his face. NO! NO! THERE'S NO 'SIR' IN HERE!!
"THERE YOU ARE!"
Her wild shout and the sight of her hands slamming against each of the closing doors and forcing them open made him feel as if he had somehow become the victim of a B-grade horror movie. She stomped inside and faced him, staring up at him like a predator relishing the sight of it's terrified prey before going for the kill. The grin on her face was more sadistic and scary than any other look she could have given him. He stared back at her like a rabbit facing a wolf, his eyes wide and his body completely deadlocked.
And then she pounced.
"HOW YOU LIKE THAT HUH?? HUH? WHO HAS HORRIBLE HAIR NOW?! WEEEE!!! NEW HAIRSTYLE FOR ZACKIE!!"
"AOOOOWWW!!" Zacke shut his eyes tight and wailed like a girl, bending over and bringing his arms in to make somewhat of a standing fetal position against her attack. "BLAZE!! My hair! MY HAIR!!" The elevator doors slid open.
"Young 'ins these days! Always with the hanky-panky!" the old man said huffily, hurrying past them to get out of the elevator.
Zacke was partially aware of Jun's presence, but he couldn't hear what she was saying over the sound of Blaze's crazed laughter and his own cries of anguish. He stumbled past her -- Blaze attached (because there was no way he was getting out of that death grip) -- and in his haste he tripped over the threshold of the elevator and fell to his knees in the lobby bringing them both down onto the marble floor. He brought his hands up to touch his hair, and the course and tangled feel of it absolutely horrified him, inciting another wail. "BLAZE!!" Why didn't she just kill me? WHY?! He was, of course, too preoccupied with his tragic hair to even notice the Opps or anyone else.
Post by Blaze Sanaku on Dec 3, 2007 20:11:31 GMT -5
awwww I love Zackie's fetal position XD hehhe hanky panky!
Blaze obnoxiously slobbered all over her hand before digging it into Zacke's hair, cackling loudly all the while. She was quite pleased with her handiwork, Zacke closely resembled a full-grown Moomba now and his hair had the texture of crispy wood chips. Blaze didn't cease her attack, both of her legs were wrapped around the back of his waist and her left arm was tightly locked around his neck.
"AOOOOWWW!!" Zacke wailed, stumbling blindly around with Blaze attached to his back. "BLAZE!! My hair! MY HAIR!!" He kept yelling as they both tumbled out of the elevator onto the floor. As Zacke fell to his knees, Blaze accidentally konked her head on Zacke's skull and thudded to the ground.
"It's encouraging to see that you guys are building up your... chemistry. OH I'm sure it'll be very beneficial for this mission. But shouldn't you do this in the privacy of your hotel room?" Blaze looked up and saw three blurry Juns nagging at her.
"Whu--- why do we need a hotel room?" Blaze asked deliriously, holding a hand to her weary head. She looked at Zacke. "HAHA HAh..heh... your hair is silly wooking. Moomba man! Moomba man" She grinned and clapped, still dazed from the head trauma.
For a second or two he just knelt there blinking and staring with wide eyes at the baby Chocobos flying circles around his head. As they faded away he turned his head and looked at her. "Moomba man! Moomba man!" She had fallen off his back and was sitting next to him, grinning and clapping and laughing gleefully. He blinked and stared for a second, even more fascinated with her than he had been with the little yellow birds.
It took a few moments, but at some point he snapped out of it and remembered that he should be annoyed right now, not fascinated.
"I'm NOT A MOOMBA." he blurted out like an indignant child, frowning at her profusely and delicately touching the back of his head, only to discover the slimy wad of slobber she'd matted his hair with. Oh GROSS!! He pulled his hand away and smeared it on her sleeve, silently fuming. "THANKS." he spat at her, his anger stoked by the vociferous pounding of his head. She giggled carelessly, undaunted by his attitude.
He rubbed his head gingerly and glared over at her.