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Post by Prompto Zarxen on Dec 23, 2012 1:13:24 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #171818; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #171818 solid; border-bottom: 10px #171818 solid;] THE GIFT OF THEGAB IS THE GIFT THAT I HAVE {WORDS } 812 {TAGGED } Gladiolus {WEARING} A tight PSICOM suit that he isn't liking very much
“Man, I dunno. This seems like a load of crap to me.”, he muttered in frustration. Or maybe it was just the specific gear that they were wearing. Hell, Prompto hadn’t worn anything quite so restricting as this in-…had he ever worn anything quite so restricting as this? Hell if he knew, though it sure didn’t seem like it. The problem wasn’t going away though. If Prompto could, he would rip the gear right off of himself and just complete the rest of this mission naked. Actually that wasn’t so bad of an idea. And why stop at just completing the rest of this mission without clothes on? Why not shoot for the stars and just go without until it got too cold to do so? Hell, why not just try going naked all day, every day? Didn’t seem like so bad of an idea to him, that was for sure. Especially if he’d gotten some sexy lady to be around. With a glance over toward his longtime friend and current mission partner, Prompto quickly decided that Gladiolus was probably the furthest thing away from being a sexy lady.
Right after his mind turned to the situation that they found themselves in. Prompto hadn’t been so keen on this idea that the commanding officer had crammed down their throats early that morning, but he also knew that for now, Noctis and his ‘gang’ were nothing more than bitches or lapdogs for this damned PSICOM. As such, they had to be those good little bitches and actually do as they were told. That was perhaps the one thing that Prompto had the hardest time actually accomplishing. When you were someone’s lapdog you did what you were told, no if, and’s, or butt’s about it. Right now though, Prompto would like to be doing a whole hell of a lot of complaining about the situation they found themselves in. PSICOM uniforms that were squished ay too hard into it while they were going to meet some ‘contact’ that they had gotten a tip might be a spy actually working for the Academy.
Yaay, greatest day ever! With an annoyed look on his face, Prompto glanced from his friend to the busy walkway, full of people. This all seemed like a bunch of mumbo jumbo if they asked him. Why not just ask and have it over with? Why did they have to run around and make it out to be way harder than it was? Yeah, so like now, they were supposed to meet this person, test them out in uncertain waters, and if something didn’t add up in their minds, they were supposed to drag them back to PSICOM to let them ‘handle things’. Well what, did they think they were dumb? Prompto knew exactly what they had meant by that, and couldn’t help but feel sorry for this contact if he or she did end up working for the Academy on the side to make a few extra gil.
One thing he knew, was that he was getting pretty damned sick of sitting by this large monument. What the hell even was it? Looked like some big ball suspended in the air over something. He’d been staring at it for the last hour while they waited for this contact person, but Prompto hadn’t quite figured out what the statue meant that was resting in front of them. “Think they’ll show?”
{NOTES} Finally got this up ;-; Forgive me |
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Post by Gladiolus on Dec 26, 2012 0:13:26 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true] OPEN THE DOOR OF TRUTH BECAUSE I'M HERE I'LL PROTECT YOU. WORDS 475
MUSE "Bright Stream" By Nana Mizuki
TAGGED Prompto
NOTES Not much to say. Right now if someone asked what Gladiolus was feeling right about now it would be annoyance. |
[/color] It has been nothing but that this entire day, not only was he yelled at by some PSICOM soldier for some trivial thing, but he was sent to basically detain and send a potential spy to the slaughter house. As much as Gladiolus didn't like it he had to work under PSICOM, unless Noct actually found a way to get back home, either that or he had lost it and decided to live a life of running to and fro, fighting against two factions. And this damn uniform, it felt so uncomfortable it was unbearable. If giving these PSICOM soldiers hell wasn't enough, they gave each recruit the most uncomfortable and tight uniform they could come up with. So Gladiolus was not a happy camper. “Man, I dunno. This seems like a load of crap to me.”"What is Prompto?" Gladiolus looked at his long time friend. he was currently leaning against the monument, waiting for their target. Having Prompto in a bad mood would do no favors to him and his mood, so he decided to calm down and focus listening at his friend. "You're going to have to be more specific on what is crap. Cause right now I feel like this uniform is trying to strangle me."“Think they’ll show?”"I hope so, otherwise the commander will yell at us for no reason and it taking a toll on me. If I have to endure his lectures one more time I am going to lose my mind." Gladiolus sighed, right now he wasn't feeling his cheerful self, the first thing he was going to do getting back to base was take off this blasted uniform set it on fire and get back to his old clothes. And if the commander is going to bitch about it then he is going to stop being a nice guy and take a page from Prompto's book. "Do you remember what they look like? We have to keep an eye out for them."Gladiolus crossed his arms and closed his eyes for a moment, he needed to recollect his thoughts before they met up with the contact. After that, if the contact actually was a spy, then it was up to them what they had to do. Which in most cases was contain and slaughter, this was the part that Gladiolus hated about working for PSICOM. It wasn't pretty but as long as Noct was safe then he will play along for the most part. However if PSICOM decided to hurt Noct, Ignis, or Prompto then there will be hell to pay. [/div] TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN[/div] [/center] [/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by Prompto Zarxen on Jan 1, 2013 17:08:30 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #171818; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #171818 solid; border-bottom: 10px #171818 solid;] THE GIFT OF THEGAB IS THE GIFT THAT I HAVE {WORDS } 655 {TAGGED } Gladiolus {WEARING} PSICOM uniform
At least he’d gotten some sort of response out of his large friend. “What does? Everything! This whole business is a load of crap. And now we’re in an Academy based city, looking for some random spy we’ve never seen before. How do you figure that’s a good day?” Prompto sure hadn’t been happy when it had been him and Glady that had received this assignment. Hell, of all people, why them? It wasn’t like they’d been in this world for very long. For heaven sake, what did the guy think, that they were professionals at this place?
Oh yeah! And the hell with the uniforms! Prompto hadn’t felt like smacking the officer when they were presented with the garb they had to wear. Oh no, he’d felt like full out strangling the guy. From the moment he’d put it on he’d felt like parts of his body were suffocating. He couldn’t wait until this was all over so he could get back to the base and take the damned things off of his body. “Hell, I feel like stripping down and running around naked is a way better idea right at the moment myself.”, he mentioned in response.
With a roll of his eyes, Prompto settled himself down in the bench beside the monument and was content to simply wait for this ‘medium height, brunette girl’ to show up. Heaven help him, because he’d seen plenty of girls stroll by so far that had fit that description perfectly. Fortunately, Prompto was used to reading people, so finding this girl shouldn’t be as big of a problem as it seemed right now. “Not a clue!”, he muttered in annoyance in regards to his question about what they looked like. “If we had some sort of picture of her? Yeah! Maybe, but come on, the description he gave me could be anyone! Medium height, brunette girl.” Prompto had wanted to smack the commanding officer right in the mouth when he’d told them what their mission was. How were they even supposed to find someone like that anyway? She could be anyone! “ ‘Oh yeah, and by the way, did we mention that could be one of fifty thousand girls residing in Academia? No? Well sucks to be you guys!’ ” Prompto’s voice had taken on one of mocking while he was pretending to be their officer. “See what I mean when I said a load of crap?”
{NOTES} None! |
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Post by Gladiolus on Jan 5, 2013 8:48:40 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true] OPEN THE DOOR OF TRUTH BECAUSE I'M HERE I'LL PROTECT YOU. WORDS 696
MUSE "Bright Stream" By Nana Mizuki
TAGGED Prompto
NOTES Not much to say.
Gladiolus watched as his friend was about to go on to why this day was 'crap' in his own words. |
[/b][/font] Strangely enough he would have calmed Prompto down before he did something outrageous that would land Prompto and in consequence, himself, in jail. Right now, it may have something to do with the fact that this suit was strangling the rational thought inside him, but he actually wants to hear his friend rant. It was more entertaining and worthwhile than looking for a spy that they had no idea what they looked like. “What does? Everything! This whole business is a load of crap. And now we’re in an Academy based city, looking for some random spy we’ve never seen before. How do you figure that’s a good day?”"I never said it was a good day Prompto, I just wondered what was crap." Gladiolus explained. "Dude, assignments like this are always a load of crap. Haven't you noticed that PSICOM has been giving us the short end of the stick with assignments like this?" Gladiolus had noticed that missions like this one were becoming a trend. Both Gladiolus and Prompto weren't exactly loyal to PSICOM's goals. And by that he meant that the only reason that either of the were with PSICOM was because of Noctis and Ignis. "They just hate us for some reason."“Hell, I feel like stripping down and running around naked is a way better idea right at the moment myself.”Gladiolus looked at his friend's idea. Was Prompto actually serious in going around naked.... or course he was, this was Prompto. Wild ideas were his thing. As much as Gladiolus would like to get a kick in watching the faces of civilians as his friend streak around naked. He supposed that would blow their cover in this city. Gladiolus would never hear the end of that if Ignis found out. "Lets try to avoid that okay?" Glaidolus shooked his head. "We should probably get on with this mission without breaking any public decency laws."When Gladiolus asked about what their target looked like he slightly jumped at the response he got from his friend. And this day went from bad to worse, it seems that the higher ups forgot the small detail of not giving neither of them any pictures of the potential spy. It was literary like finding a needle in a very large haystack. Gladiolus let out a small sigh as he heard his friend continue. “ ‘Oh yeah, and by the way, did we mention that could be one of fifty thousand girls residing in Academia? No? Well sucks to be you guys!’ ”
"Yeah that sounds like him." Gladiolus chuckled. "Like I said, anything to make our lives a living hell they would do it with pleasure. And right now? We dont have much choice but to follow along." Gladiolus didn't move from his place as he watched his friend sit down, frustrated from all of this. We walked over and placed his hand on his friend's shoulder. "Hey cheer up, it could be worse you know? You could be stuck doing this mission with Ignis." Gladiolus grinned as he looked up at the sky for a second. "Besides if you look at the bright side, at least we're out of that place for now. Its such a drag just being there. And After this mission is over we can go for a couple of drinks. Maybe drag Noct and Ignis along."It was in his nature to look at the positives, well the few that were in this mission. He had half a mind to just drag Prompto and leave Academia. Since this was starting to become a while goose chase. The higher ups are just screwing with them, Gladiolus could just imagine them having a kick out of their misery. "On to finding that needle in this large haystack then?"[/div] TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN[/div] [/center] [/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by Prompto Zarxen on Jan 18, 2013 0:59:15 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #171818; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #171818 solid; border-bottom: 10px #171818 solid;] THE GIFT OF THEGAB IS THE GIFT THAT I HAVE {WORDS } 812 {TAGGED } Glady! {WEARING} Some tight PSICOM uniform
“Have I notic-…have I noticed?! I haven’t stopped noticing. Hell, it’s like they think we’re some weirdos and wanna give us the worst jobs imaginable. And I don’t quite get that, because personally, I think you, Noct, Iggy and I could take ‘em no problem. Yet here we are, doing this grunt work that Aunt Jamima could probably do in her sleep.”, he muttered out while scuffing his foot across the ground and huffing over it. Honestly, if they didn’t straighten up and give them some missions that actually counted, Prompto was going to go raise a stink to someone. He’d been doing this whole scrapping thing since he’d been forced to be on the streets as a kid. He was pretty damn sure he knew his own way around a weapon by that time, so…he wasn’t quite sure what the holdup was. Though he did have his suspicions on why they would hold their group back instead of allowing them to get more done.
“They’re scared, that’s why.” Prompto didn’t know that for sure, but he was also slightly positive that they would be afraid anyone with Noct’s power would overthrow them. And if he’d noticed anything about PSICOM, it was that they sure did love their power and their ability to be power hungry. Honestly, Prompto thought they were pretty much jerks and wondered why they continued to fight for their cause. At the same time, he did realize that they’d promised Noctis the ability to return home, which he was sure they would all love. Yeah…so he could understand why he was doing it anyway, even if he didn’t like the idea. Prompto would rather have his freedom than be back home, that was for sure. “Noct could kick some PSICOM ass, and they know it. I’ll betcha a hundred gil that’s why they try to keep us under such a short leash.”
“Aww common Boombox, the ladies would like to see a couple of hunks like us streakin’ through the place. At least me…you still need to beef up a little more to get to this level of sexy.”, he said with a wave to show his entire body. While he did think he was pretty hot stuff, Prompto also was just teasing about Glady needing to beef up, since that definitely wasn’t the current issue that his friend had.
As soon as he got frustrated and plopped down on the marble seat, Prompto felt the hand on his shoulder. “Worse?! What could possibly be-…touche.”, he ended up bursting out with, before he couldn’t help but let loose the chuckles that had worked their way up his throat. “If Four Eyes was here, he’d be killing everyone around us with looks alone. He probably wouldn’t like streaking either…but you know, when you’re overcompensating, you sure don’t want anyone to know about it, right?” Prompto could think of few things more fun to do than to annoy their pal Ignis.
But all good things – including a seat – had to come to an end at some point. He nodded when Glady mentioned they should keep on and popped back up off the seat. “Hell yeah! Let’s go find one of the fifty million girls that fit the description, shall we? Sounds like a perfectly alright plan to me. But…hey, can we get ice cream while we do this? I’m starved.”
{NOTES} I wil get better B| |
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Post by Gladiolus on Feb 1, 2013 5:25:55 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true] OPEN THE DOOR OF TRUTH BECAUSE I'M HERE I'LL PROTECT YOU. WORDS 892
MUSE None
TAGGED Prompto
NOTES Sorry for it being late but here it is. ^^;;
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[/color]also noticed the odd jobs that they had to do during their time here on Gran Pulse And how that they were given the short end of the stick in this mess. Gladiolus let Prompto speak as he thought about the lack of information they had on this world. Not to mention that they haven't received any news on how they be able to go back to their world. That was the thing that bothered him the most, they were being force to run in Circles. Though the mention of Aunt Jemima made Gladiolus laugh. "I'm sure that Aunt Jemima can take care of these jobs with her delicious pancakes." Gladiolus' stomach let out a small growl. "Though the mention of pancakes makes me hungry." Gladiolus likes to eat, if there is food around 80% of the time one would be able to find him with some sort of food in his hands.
“They’re scared, that’s why.”"What do you mean Prompto?" Gladiolus was a little confused on that one. Noctis had an impressive ability and Ignis, prompto and himself had vigorous combat training to be where they are today. However, he didn't see how would PSICOM be scared of them. In an organization like this the thing that holds it together is not the armies, but the leaders. And, as much as he doesn't like to say it, PSICOM's leader is the one that hold it together. It was also a case of numbers, even Noctis would tire out eventually. "I know we are stronger than the norm, but taking the entire faction seems like a lot of work."“Noct could kick some PSICOM ass, and they know it. I’ll betcha a hundred gil that’s why they try to keep us under such a short leash.”"Well maybe, not that they would tell us to our faces or anything." Gladiolus shrugged. "But if they are scared then they are not doing a very good job of keeping us entertained." Gladiolus was also bored of missions like this, grunt work and all. He needed to remind himself that as long as PSICOM holds info related to their ability to get out of this world they had to be good boys and do as they say. “Aww common Boombox, the ladies would like to see a couple of hunks like us streakin’ through the place. At least me…you still need to beef up a little more to get to this level of sexy.”
Gladiolus raised an eyebrow before looking at his arms. He stared at Prompto for a second before he started to laugh. "Sure lets go with that, although..." He stared to poke at Prompto's arm. "You sure are skinny Prompto, I'm surprised the the wind hasn't picked you off the ground yet." he grinned. "You need to put on more muscle, like me."
“If Four Eyes was here, he’d be killing everyone around us with looks alone. He probably wouldn’t like streaking either…but you know, when you’re overcompensating, you sure don’t want anyone to know about it, right?”"Hey Ignis is not that bad he can..." Gladiolus thought about the old friend. He had to agree that Ignis wouldn't like the idea of streaking through the streets. If Prompto would convince him he would do it. The joys of youth right? But He would really have to convince him. "Okay so maybe Ignis wouldn't streak through the streets. But He..." He paused again, there was really no way to say that Ignis wouldn't glare at anyone over a 3 meter radius. "I got nothing, he would glare at everyone." Gladilous tried to hold back a chuckle at the last part of Prompto's comment. But a few laughs escaped his mouth. Leave it to Prompto to know how to make him laugh, even without trying. "Just don't let Ignis hear you, otherwise he would probably chase you all over for that comment."“Hell yeah! Let’s go find one of the fifty million girls that fit the description, shall we? Sounds like a perfectly alright plan to me. But…hey, can we get ice cream while we do this? I’m starved.”
"That's the spirit, lets go find this chick and then you can use your killer moves to seduce her and get her to come with us." Gladiolus grinned, maybe it wasn't the best situation to smile. Since they were talking about a life here, but he figured that she knew what she was getting into. There was no helping her now, though. Gladiolus' stomach started to growl. "Yeah lets get something to eat, I'm hungry too. Though, I really wish we could change out of these so called uniforms. I feel like I am going to die in this uniform. And strangely enough shouldn't we be more... inconspicuous?"[/div] TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN[/div] [/center] [/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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