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Post by Storyteller on Sept 23, 2011 15:49:43 GMT -5
Dark~
Terry sat there silently looking at the rest of the teammates. Each one seeming to be in their own thoughts... of what, he doesn't know.
"They'rre sstrangee.... buttt they'rre morress alikke thenns they thougghtt..." Terry silently whispered. Thinking about the last time Terry's been in a family brought pain to his throat...
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Post by Storyteller on Sept 23, 2011 15:49:58 GMT -5
Quis~
Aly, from her position in the cabin, glanced over at Terry. A tear was making its way down his face.
She walked over. "Are you ok, Terry?" she asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.
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Post by Storyteller on Sept 23, 2011 15:50:18 GMT -5
Ash~
Blaze noticed Aly get up and whisper something to Terry, who was... crying?? no, no. More like a single tear. Nonetheless, Blaze pressed her lips together to contain her laughter.
I really have to learn to stop laughing at other people's pain... but it's just so funny because they could have never gone through the intense pain that I have.
Men were truly weaker than she had thought. She knew he was probably in deep thought about his life, his past, his memories as she was- but you didn't see Blaze crying did you?
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Post by Storyteller on Sept 23, 2011 15:50:34 GMT -5
Dark~
Terry looked around. It seemed everyone else was probably going through their own thoughts and about their past.
Just as well, this could be the last time they see either of each other.
Terry stood up and started to punch and kick the air. Pretending there were enemies around him. He fought three at a time because only three people could fight one person effectively without getting into each others way. Each punch and kick flowed smoothly into the next attack.
A dance one would call it. Except hidden in each punch was his customary dagger, flashing once in a while quicker then most eyes could pick it up.
Katas always help me relax... Terry thought while continuing to show his skills in hand-to-hand. Causing little dust storms to form around him, specialty of Ninjitsu.
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Post by Storyteller on Sept 23, 2011 15:50:50 GMT -5
Spiffy~
Tears had a way of catching Sym's attention quicker than words, and the woman turned her face to look at Terry, noting the other sad faces as she did so. So much pain, so much loss. . . it was no wonder that they were so strange compared to 'normal' SeeDs. The normal ones didn't have to deal with so much hatred in their entire lives, while her team mates had gotten all of it packed into their first twenty years of existence, I guess I shouldn't be so hard on anyone here, they've probably been hurt far more than I have.
As she thought these things through, Terry got to his feet and started to battle a group of invisible enemies, most likely to get his mind off of whatever had made him shed a tear. A wise move, Sym admitted, and gazed up to the ceiling before starting to hum. It was a sad song, but one that brought her hope. . . it was the last song she'd heard from her father.
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Post by Storyteller on Sept 23, 2011 15:51:05 GMT -5
Bunny~
Tomoe rested her chin on intertwined fingers as she stared out the window. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the Ninja doing his kata, a look of intense concentration on his face. He looked like he was thinking hard, or trying not to think at all. Then Tomoe glanced at her best friend, who was arranging the covers on her arms absently. Tomoe knew what they hid.
Everyone has their own sad story...I wish it wasn't like this.
/If Infinity heard that she'd laugh at you, you know that. It's considered weak./
It's considered having a heart. And I think Infinity froze hers a long time ago.
/....../
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Post by Storyteller on Sept 23, 2011 15:51:20 GMT -5
seiferfetish~
Gaiea sat against the wall of the train, cheek pressed against the solid surface behind her, the rumbling soothing her. She knew she was going to feel like that side of her face was falling off once she took it away, but at this point, it didn't matter. Her gray eyes stared blankly next to her, not registering that the orange-haired boy she was 'staring at' was getting more and more uncomfortable.
Why had she joined up against Adel? The past she remembered began at Timber Garden when she was just 15. What had happened in the first decade of her life? She'd always attributed her connection to nature with the training she received at Garden, but she didn't know for sure, and no one in Timber would tell her. All she knew was she'd been found...
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Post by Storyteller on Sept 23, 2011 15:51:34 GMT -5
Aur~
The train starting whistling loudly. Zacke stood up and walked over to one of the windows. Timber was not far off. The train slowed down noticeably, and finally came to a halt.
"Alright, if we're still getting the uniforms from Dollet, we're going to have to catch the next train to Balamb, and ride a ship from there to Dollet." he said, turned around and crossing his arms. "It's going to be pricy, and I'm broke. Plus, it would take at least the rest of today, and time is of the essence."
He sighed. "What do you guys think? Still going for Dollet?"
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Post by Storyteller on Sept 23, 2011 15:51:53 GMT -5
Ani~
Stardust grunted. Now they have to board a ship. Indeed, it would take a day for them to get to Dollet only to get their hands on some uniforms and they don't have enough time for that. But that was the only plan they have. She, too, couldn't think of any effective ways to infiltrate Timber. Unless...
"What are you saying?" Stardust spoke sternly from her post, looking at Zacke. "This is your idea. Do you mean to say that this plan of yours is no good? Then, why did you suggest it in the first place?"
She folded her arms and leaned her back at the glass window. Her gaze was glued on the floor.
"Honestly, I don't like this idea either. We'll just waste some variable time and that's absolutely irrelevant..." she said, still calm. Getting past Timber's gate was nearly impossible for them because of the vast adamantine exterior of it. No fire power could ever match to its defense and the gate only opens on occasion.
The only other way she could think of was to stand back and observe from a distance. It was true, Timber's gate was almost always closed. Almost. It has to open once in while and when that happened, they would have to take advantage of it.
After a short pause, she added, "It's better if we forget all about going to Dollet and just hide near Timber to watch their every move." She lifted her face and looked at her reminiscing teammates.
What a pathetic bunch of people...
"We could ambush one of Timber's returning unit from a distance. Timber would open its gate for it and then after that..." her voice became firm. "We bust inside."
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Post by Storyteller on Sept 23, 2011 15:52:09 GMT -5
Aur~
"Damnit Stardust I suggested we get uniforms, not go to Dollet." He spat. "And your idea sounds like something that would get us killed. We'd be seen, and troops would be all over our asses."
He ran his hand through his hair and stepped over to the door. "There's got to be foot soldiers around here. This station is run by Estharian soldiers. Estharian soldiers in uniform."
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Post by Storyteller on Sept 23, 2011 15:52:31 GMT -5
seiferfetish~
Kyoui took that moment to speak up, sick of Gaiea's mindless staring. "I actually agree with the psycho on this one. Someone on this mission is a hacker. If we could hack into Timber's radio communications, we'd know the times and places of returning units and could ambush the party far enough away, where we won't be caught. The party would inevitably have some sort of identification that would get us inside the compound."
He stood and ran a hand through his messy orange hair, only serving to make him look like a cat who had his hair brushed the wrong way. "As you said, time is of the essence. Seems like that would take the least amount of time. Busting up random Estharian foot soldiers might not gain us entry to the compound and would definitely be noticed, whereas if we knew for certain the number of people in a returning unit, we could plan accordingly. We'd know their mission, what they're supposed to be returning with, if anything, and know exactly what parts of the compound we have access to."
Kyou sighed and cast a sidelong glance at Rika, before quickly looking at Zacke again. "The rest we worry about once we're in."
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Post by Storyteller on Sept 23, 2011 15:52:48 GMT -5
Aur~
"Okay, fine, sounds good. Now who's the hacker?!" Zacke asked, swinging his arm, gesturing around at everyone in the car.
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Post by Storyteller on Sept 23, 2011 15:53:10 GMT -5
Mari~
Rika sat back in her seat, legs crossed. Her new boots gave off a dull shine in the light, and she kept her eyes on her toes during the time everyone spoke, keeping quiet. At least everyone was focusing on the mission to come now, instead of crying their eyes out over some memories. She saw every tear shed, and found herself scoff at each one.
SeeDs must have the power to control every aspect of themselves, emotions included. Showing weakness is certain death, and completely unacceptable.
She felt a surge of emotion that was not her own. Rika and Tempest shared such a strong bond, their communication transcended the barrier of words at times. At the given moment, she could feel what the Guardian Force's message was.
Her brow furrowed ever so slightly when Stardust spoke again, breaking her communication with her guardian.
That's a nasty habit of hers... her voice is so damn annoying, she should learn to shut her pie-hole now and then.
She listened to Zacke and Kyoui speak their minds, nodding slightly in agreement. She liked Kyou’s plan; the odds would definitely be on their side if they went through with it. She averted her eyes from her boots to watch him as he spoke, absorbing every word.
When he finished, Rika caught the fleeting glance he gave her. At this, she was confused at best.
What was that for? Does he want my opinion or something?
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Post by Storyteller on Sept 23, 2011 15:53:35 GMT -5
Spiffy~
Sym rolled her eyes and stopped humming. Why was it that everything the team did, it had to be done with enough arguing to wake the dead and a few snide remarks thrown in for fun? Couldn't anyone just get along and not shoot any idea that came along out of the air?
"The soldiers in Timber would recognize their own kind, and could probably pick out a fake faster than I could blink. At least if we got uniforms from another area, the biggest problem we'd have would be making up a reason we're not at our own base. But that's just my thoughts, you don't have to listen if you don't want to," Sym said from her seat, then got up and stared out the window, waiting for the arguments against her words. After all, no one seems to want to agree with anything right now.
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Post by Storyteller on Sept 23, 2011 15:53:50 GMT -5
seiferfetish~
Gaiea watched Sym as she spoke and nodded. "It's true they could pick out a fake, but that's the good thing in Kyou's surveillance plan. We learn how they move, how they talk, and chances are, a returning unit would have changed since they'd gone, because of "hardships" along the way, so changes in stance wouldn't be noticed. As long as we get the salute right, and make sure never to take off our masks, we should be fine."
She held up a hand as Kyou started to speak. "The problem with coming up with an excuse for not being at our own base is that it's easily checked out. They could keep us standing outside the compound while they checked out our story with an official from our base, and we'd be caught like that," Gaiea snapped her fingers.
"So, the question is, do we risk getting caught outside the compound or inside the compound?"
Inside is closer, and closer is better, in my opinion.
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