Blaze Sanaku
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Post by Blaze Sanaku on Jun 18, 2008 2:25:30 GMT -5
Blaze remained passively silent as the Estharian soldiers unshackled her, glaring after the raven haired woman they had just been traded for.
"HELL NO!!" Blaze suddenly snapped, rushing foward after Waverly, "Do any of you KNOW how hard it is to capture that psycho bitch?!? ANd now you're letting her go?? Five of us are NOT worth one of her, this is a humiliating, insulting trade!!" Blaze had just marched three steps before she felt the firm grip of two soldiers holding her back.
"Miss Sanaku, please." one of them said calmingly.
"PISS OFF!" Blaze yanked her arms backward and kneed the soldier in the groin. He crumpled to the floor, clutching himself and moaning. Immediately, five guns clicked and were held towards Blaze's head. Blaze snarled like an animal and remained silent, defeated. Another failure, another failure. A degrading, humiliating failure.
"Heh," Zacke commented, "You know he's not going to be in a great mood when we get back."
"SHUT UP!" Blaze shot back, childishly. A temper tantrum was on the rise.
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raydensharpola
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Sorry ladies, but this sexay thang is taken.
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Post by raydensharpola on Jun 18, 2008 8:24:07 GMT -5
"Well at least that tells you something. We're not as dispensable as Leonhart said." Rayden broke in just as Blaze appeared to be in the midst of another explosive rant. Although he remained poker-faced, he wanted to cringe everytime she bust out her lung power.
None of any of what was happening made sense to him. He didn't know this Altair guy in front of him but he sure acted like he was important. Expensive clothes, self-important carriage and just as expensive smelling cologne. He was probably born into money. Rayden had seen his share of such guys. At the very least he had the command of several Estharian soldiers at his fingertips.
"Uhh, at the risk of sounded ignorant, what's in it for you to cooperate with our Headmaster's wishes? I mean if I was in possession of a valuable hostage like Waverly Jong and not obviously affliated with Garden, which I'm assuming you aren't, I would be sure to utilize that to my own benefit." He shrugged. "Or maybe I'm completely off the track here."
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Post by Lex on Jun 19, 2008 20:18:13 GMT -5
Altair, a stranger to Blaze's perfunctory outbursts, frowned at her as if she'd gone mad. He quickly glanced at a few of the others, then arched one eyebrow in mild astonishment to find that none of them seemed to have much of a reaction. They must be... used to it? He resisted the urge to shake his head in contempt. He swiveled his attention back around to Rayden when the blonde spoke. "You're perfectly right to question me," he offered, meeting Rayden's gaze. "And this may seem like a laughable coincidence, but I just spoke with Leonhart yesterday evening about scheduling a flight to Balamb. Apparently my younger sister -- you all know her as Brooke, I assume -- being the high-profile Estharian she is, is too much of a liability to him. He would rather she be relocated, so to speak. Apparently the man considers Balamb his city now that he has no Garden." He shrugged. "I was just going send a private airship for her, but when this whole business with capturing Ms. Jong stirred up, I wanted to see the matter dealt with first-hand." He shrugged and glanced Gemma's way, a smile tugging at the edge of his lip. "That, and I know Ms. Ridean's parents would have my head if they knew I was aware of her plight and did nothing to help." At this point he cleared his throat softly and shifted his attention over to Gemma. "You carry remarkable aesthetic appeal for someone who has just been released from hostile capture. There is a private cabin toward the front of the ship if you would like to clean up or rest... ?" He gave a swift glance around. "In fact, all of you appear quite well. Does anyone need medical attention?"
Mya; I'm operating under the assumption that because Gemma and Jax come from Estharian money, Altair's family would at least be acquaintances, perhaps even family friends. It you don't like this idea let me know and I will change Altair's behavior I guess XD |
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Post by Gemma Ridean on Jun 20, 2008 5:04:28 GMT -5
Haha..No problem Lex. I sort of figured as much anyways. It's fine. Plus, Gemma could use the attention.
Gemma: COULD DEFINITELY NOT.
 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Perhaps Gemma had been away from home for too long. Way back when, there once was a time when Garden was a strange primitive jungle for the young Ms. Ridean. Stripped of the expensive trappings she was accustomed to being surrounded by, she settled for the cheap fluorescent lights of the classrooms, the worn second-hand textbooks, the sub par cafeteria food, and particularly, the "economically diverse" student population. But then again, such an attitude could only be expected from a spoiled rich girl, reared from Estharian money. But eventually, she learned to cherish and embrace all that Garden had to offer and found the most important qualities of intellectualism, humor, integrity, and compassion within people whom she would have least expected. Of course even now, there was the occasional moment when she'd wish the company would possess a degree or two of greater sophistication. But in all honesty, she couldn't have cared either way. When Gemma became a SeeD, she thought she had left every last glittering part of her past behind her. That is why the last thing she expected was to find herself suddenly passenger aboard on a luxurious Estharian airship with one of Esthar's Favorite Sons at the helm. And Altair was indeed a Favorite Son. At the age of nineteen, veteran politicians placed their bets on him as a "rising star" in the public sphere. The last time she heard, he had been Chair on the Committee of Domestic Security. Well good for him. There were few people in Esthar who didn't recognize the face of Altair Coroniere. "Well I'm galloping in on my white horse Ms. Ridean." She reddened slightly, realizing her mistake. To be sure, Francov Coroniere had been a long acquaintance of her father's. Meaning the sustained relationship between the two families was strictly for political purposes. All Business. Gemma never even met Madame Coroniere. She only knew Altair as the lanky, moon-faced boy who went along with his father on trips to their estate. But friends? No. They had never spoken no more than a few muffled words to each other. She doubted he knew her name. What had she accomplished since to merit the same recognition? But in her adolescent memory Altair had always been shy, soft-spoken, and reserved. A far image from the self-assured, powerful man standing before her now. And yet, she didn't understand why his eyes lingered on her for a few extra seconds, in a manner that made her uneasy. Brushing it aside as nothing, she tried to re-engage herself in the conversation. After hearing that Commander Leonhart was aware of the exchange and their transportation, she felt entirely reassured. Until-- "You carry remarkable aesthetic appeal for someone who has just been released from hostile capture. There is a private cabin toward the front of the ship if you would like to clean up or rest... ?" An awkward beat of silence followed. Gemma didn't dare face the others in fear of what their returned looks might suggest. Finally, deciding on what to say, she lifted her head and smiled politely. "As much as I appreciate your generosity and kindness, I couldn't forgive myself if I received such privileged care above the rest of my teammates." She crossed her hands, hiding some of the scrapes on her legs. "Really, I'm fine. However, SeeD D'arcell over there..." she quickly pointed to the corner where Hadrian appeared to be nursing his injured knee. With a firm voice, she said, "He has a shattered knee cap that requires serious medical attention. I'd be greatly obliged for you to see that it is taken care of."
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Post by Lex on Jun 20, 2008 20:13:37 GMT -5
"Of course," Altair nodded absently and glanced in Hadrian's direction. He hadn't exactly meant to extend the same services the rest of them... He had no interest in being overly kind to a bunch of rowdy SeeDs. But since Gemma requested he had no choice but to be polite and humor her. "I'll send in the medic." He address all of them. "She will be able to tend to any injuries at request." He gave a shallow but polite nonetheless bow and turned, heading back down the aisle between the rows of seats and through a curtained doorway that presumably lead into the private cabin he'd mentioned. |
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Zacke
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Post by Zacke on Jun 20, 2008 20:46:18 GMT -5
Zacke sat in the seat behind Gemma's, staring toward the nearest window with a slight frown on his brow. For once, he wasn't in the mood to talk.
You're more fun when you're not such a bitch. He thought, deciding to steal a glance at Blaze, still annoyed by the 'SHUTUP!' she'd screamed at him a few minutes ago. What's with you, anyway? He continued to think as if talking to her. Maybe he was just being sensitive, but it felt like she was either mouthing off to him or making a joke out of him at every opportunity she got. He was usually pretty tolerable of her obnoxious mood-swings -- he'd grown used to them, really. But this time, under the current circumstances, he was about to start having mood-swings of his own and really didn't feel like trying to be friends with anyone. The headache that green gas had given him still hadn't gone away completely. He needed a shower. He was sore, tired and hungry.
And they failed.
Damnit...
He was grateful Altair had helped them, but there was something about the guy that bothered him. Maybe it was his smarmy voice, or the faint smell of his obviously expensive cologne. Maybe it was his perfect grammar. A tiny voice in his head suggested that maybe, just maybe, he was a little jealous of all that wealth and influence. He banished the voice immediately. He wasn't jealous... He would bet money that Blaze and Hadrian and maybe even Rayden were bothered by the guy, too.
When Altair moved away from them, Zacke's gaze shifted from the window to the back of Gemma's head.
"How does that guy know you?" He asked the question in an almost childishly blunt way. Either he was totally unaware that the question might seem rude and invasive, or he just didn't care if it did.
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Post by Gemma Ridean on Jun 25, 2008 5:12:23 GMT -5
Seeing Altair disappear into his private cabin, Gemma slumped into an empty seat with relief. But whatever thoughts she had before, they were soon forgotten because of the breathtaking view outside her window. Like a child, she pressed her nose against the glass so that she could avoid seeing the reflection from the window.
Beautiful.
Sighing with ease, she leaned her head back against the chair and closed her eyes.
"How does that guy know you?"
She hadn't realized Zacke was sitting right behind her. He had a funny look on his face though. Slightly grouchy, but with a trace of curiosity. But no doubt after her little exchange with Altair, the others must have been wondering the same thing.
"How does that guy know me?" she repeated with astonishment. But after giving it a moment of thought, she frowned puzzily. "He doesn't...or at least...I don't know him.." She pulled on a lever and leaned back in her chair. "Growing up, we moved in similar circles I guess..." She quickly added with a smirk, "But you know how it with us spoiled Estharian kids....For all I know, I could be betrothed to a third cousin of his."
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Post by Hadrian D'arcell on Jun 25, 2008 15:09:42 GMT -5
Lex! You're free to take the helm whenever ^__^
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"Left shoulder...," he mumbled gruffly, talking to particularly noone but himself. "It's my left shoulder, not my knee."
Hadrian exasperatedly blew another strand of hair from his face, still grasping his shoulder. After that big talk he pulled in front of Leonhart, he'd rather get shot than to go back to Garden empty handed like this. He appreciated the help from Altair, but if he were to truly help them, he should help them all the way.
"Hey Gemma!" Hadrian cut in the middle of her cutesy speech. "Tell your friend Altair to turn around and track that ship. We can't go back like this."
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Post by Gemma Ridean on Jun 25, 2008 15:49:49 GMT -5
"Hey Gemma!" Hadrian's voice cut in abrupt. Caught in mid-speech, Gemma awkwardly closed her mouth and turned her attention towards Hadrian. He was sitting in the corner, his legs stretched out normally, but he gripped his left shoulder, a sour look on his face.
I guess I was wrong...but at least you could look a little more grateful..
He said with a huff. "Tell your friend Altair to turn around and track that ship. We can't go back like this."
Gemma felt a prick of annoyance. "Oh for heaven's sake," she snapped, "He's not my friend. And since your knee is fine, walk up there and ask him yourself!"
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Eek, sorry Ani! for some reason I thought it was his knee. XP
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Post by Hadrian D'arcell on Jun 25, 2008 19:12:00 GMT -5
haha s'ok!
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Hadrian clicked his tongue in annoyance and pulled himself up. If Altair ended up not listening to him, he'd have to drag Gemma personally to convince him--or maybe Blaze for last resort. "That so? Fine, don't want to interrupt your little talk." He smirked at Zacke and made his way across the seats, almost dragging his feet.
Walking towards the aisle to get to Altair's cabin, he stopped, parting the curtains.
"Is Altair Coroneire here?" He poked his head to peek inside. "Gemma has something to say to him."
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Zacke
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Post by Zacke on Jun 30, 2008 1:44:11 GMT -5
Zacke cocked an eyebrow at Hadrian's annoying smirk and his weird remark about not wanting to interrupt 'their little talk.' I just asked her a question... he thought, turning his gaze back to Gemma as the red-haired freak moved on down the aisle.
"Not that I'm judging you here, but betrothed?" He let out a little laugh. "You're not for real, are you?" He found himself intrigued by how flippant she was being about something that, to him, would be pretty serious. In fact, it sounded like she might be a little uncomfortable talking about her prestigious upbringing, but he didn't care. He was curious about it; not only because it was a lifestyle so foreign to him, but also because it was hers. Gemma's.
He found his interest in the topic overriding his bad mood and his headache. The more he thought about it, the more questions he had. Gemma was just too open and friendly to be one of those people, you know? And what was she doing on the battlefront, anyway? What would drive her to join with Garden as a SeeD? With her last name and her money, she could be doing a number of things for their cause without ever having to lift a weapon. She must know this.
At this thought, he found himself thinking back on Tomoe, and how stubborn and puzzling women could be in general.
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Post by Lex on Jun 30, 2008 1:59:32 GMT -5
Hadrian opened the curtains to discover a small room that apparently served as some type of supply storage area for the medic on board. Another set of curtains hung in the doorway at the end of the area, probably the last barrier between the soldiers' cabin and Altair's supposed private cabin.
A dark-haired woman dressed in military scrubs turned at the sound of Hadrian's voice. He hair was pulled back from her face in a ponytail and she wore silver-rimmed glasses.
"Ah -- I'm sorry Sir, but Mr. Coroniere has retired to his private quarters. If Ms. Ridean would like to speak with him, I can escort her... ?" She turned to face him fully and planted her hands on her hips. "Or is there something I can help you with?"
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Post by Gemma Ridean on Jun 30, 2008 23:16:52 GMT -5
Gemma tilted her head and frowned at Zacke's question. "Of course I am." she replied in a dead-pan voice. But the serious expression on her face began to waver and finally unable to hold back, a she let a mischievous smile light up her face. With a slight shake of the head, she chuckled softly. "No, I'm not for real.. It's called sarcasm Zacke." She turned her face towards the window, drumming her fingers lightly on the seat rest before adding, "But maybe it's because I'm just lucky."
Gemma noticed the pensive look on Zacke's face and it made her wonder why he was suddenly taking an interest knowing more about this side of her. She was concerned that perhaps Altair's behavior around her was fueling Zacke' curiosity about her "illustrious past" And the last thing she wanted was to be associated with that egotistical, pretentious man.
Speaking of which, she noticed that Hadrian had not yet returned from the front cabin. The very thought of what he might be saying on her behalf gave Gemma an unpleasant feeling of anxiousness mixed with extreme annoyance.
"Tch, leave it to Hadrian D'arcell to pull something like this.." she muttered under her breath.
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Zacke
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Post by Zacke on Jul 2, 2008 1:20:08 GMT -5
For a second, just a split-second, he totally believed her. In fact, his child-like astonishment was probably written all over his face, because Zacke couldn't hide an emotion if his life depended on it.
And then a smile broke her facade, and he felt a hot flush creeping up his neck as he realized how gullible he was. But despite his embarrassment, he felt the corner of his lip twitch into a crooked smirk when she chuckled. He watched her while wearing that smirk until she looked away. "It's called sarcasm Zacke." The words made him feel like such a fool, but at the same time, they didn't necessarily bother him much. Yeah, yeah... His gaze drifted away toward his own window, his smirk lingering.
Lucky... ? Her next words had come out with a softer tone, almost like she was talking to herself. He half-cocked an eyebrow and glanced at her sideways. Lucky not to be betrothed? So it really was a custom still in practice? ... Nah, she was still toying with him. Had to be... He parted his lips to speak, but she beat him to the punch, changing the subject to Hadrian.
He felt his mood sour a little immediately.
"Yeah, seriously... That guy might be smart enough for the job, but I'm not so sure he's the right personality. He's too hot-headed. Did you see how he freaked out and just started ripping wires when he lost control of the situation? " He shook his head. "But I guess it doesn't matter whose 'fault' it is anyway. We failed, all the same."
He sighed, then suddenly twisted around in his seat to face the rest of the team.
"Does anyone have a potion? My head his fucking killing me."
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Post by Hadrian Darcell on Jul 2, 2008 3:04:26 GMT -5
Hadrian gave the military woman a once-over before clearing his throat. "Can you tell him this? We want to follow the people who held us hostage...." He paused when a sudden realization dawned on him. Suddenly, he felt like he just won the lottery. "On second thought..." He stared at the ground then back to the woman again. "Tell him we want to borrow one of his working computers. He has one on board, right?"
He could still remember some of the important file names he saw during his hacking trip. Squall might be able to make sense/ideas out of them once he sees them. It was better than nothing. Hadrian was left-handed so he couldn't write at the moment, but typing on his right would solve the problem. He'd document as much as he could remember and expose everything to the online world ASAP.
You bastard DoTNA hacker, think you can outdo me... thought Hadrian cockily, going on another ego trip again. Unfortunately, his left shoulder was against him.
"Ouch.."
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