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Post by Carla Ayatsugi on Jan 2, 2013 0:42:37 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #343434 solid; border-bottom: 10px #343434 solid;] This is the time we decide what's right {WORDS } 1118 {TAGGED } Naghi, Kazusa, Tifa{WEARING} Some PSICOM something or another
“Let me go you incompetent moron!”, she demanded in a sharp voice while attempting to wrench around and attack the man holding her. “You basta-“ Carla’s second shout was effectively silenced by the boot that kicked her knees, which sent her reeling forward. With her hands tied behind her back, Carla was unable to balance herself and pitched forward hard onto her knees with a gasp. Instantly she could feel some of the skin being scraped off from that and grit her teeth to deal with the small amount of pain.
“Jackass.”, she muttered out. A moment later strong hands grasped her arms and hauled her to her feet. “What was that?”, he demanded. With a smirk on her face, Carla lifted a brow. “Jackass. Want me to spell it for you?”, she asked sarcastically. “You little bitch!”, he shouted, before rearing his hand back to slap her down. Before he could do so, Carla spat in his face. She knew she shouldn’t have angered him, but couldn’t quite make herself care enough to stop. The man’s bellow showed his anger. A moment again he once again went to slap her, and Carla stiffened her jaw in response, glaring at him to show her fiery temper. Before he could do so however, the sharp voice of the leader spoke out.
“Enough.” Though spoken mildly, it held a threat which immediately caused the man she’d spat on to lower his hand. It didn’t stop him from glaring at her. “She’s angering you on purpose, show some self control.”, he snapped in disgust, before tossing the man some cloth. “Gag her, we’re getting close.” Carla immediately started to put up more of a fuss. The moment the cloth was shoved near her face, she bared her teeth and snapped her teeth at him to try and fend it off. Without the use of her arms, that was the best she could do. Every time it came close, she attempting to do so, and then actually headbutted the man. Unfortunately, that caused the leader to grasp her hair and pull her head back in an odd angle. A moment later the cloth had been jammed between her jaws and tied there. Angrily she tried shouting, though the gag did its purpose and it only came out in a strangled “Mmmggghhhhhh!”
Damn it! She’d failed. While being dragged along, Carla continued to wish she could somehow warn them. If only Kazusa hadn’t known! Gah! This was all his fault! And then the jackass had ratted her out. Carla refused to give in to despair though. No, she was going to figure out some way to correct the wrong that had happened!
But she didn’t have enough time. There was the crowd that was standing around the conference. It didn't take a genius to figure that out, with the amount of people around. And so she started to struggle again, fighting as much as she possibly could against her binds and the man that was dragging her along. Through the crowd they dragged her, gaining the attention of many. Carla dug in her heels and attempted to escape yet again, but with no luck. Instead, the man that had dragged her here roughly shoved her between the shoulder blades, until she was once more stumbling forward. She could see members of the Academy there, Hope, a few others, and-…there was Naghi. Why did it feel most like she had failed him?
Unable still to catch her balance, Carla reeled forward until she finally collapsed once more on her knees facing the members of the Academy that were there. When her knees slammed into the ground she winced from the pain of once more harming her already skinned knees. Turning her head, she glared at the man that had shoved her and tried once more to start screaming at him, which only ended as the strangled chokes. With her there on the floor, the leader behind started to speak. “The scheme is up. Do you want your bitch back?” Snarling under her breath at the man that had called her a bitch – a term she’d been called one too many times today, Carla struggled to get to her feet but was once more shoved down to her knees.
“I figured you were far beyond such childish ways. But apparently not. Weapons!”, he finally called, waving his hand. Instantly figured in the crowd – dressed as civilians started to open fire on the members of the Academy. Her strangled cry was yet again cut off while Carla struggled to her feet. Crazed with the need to get away from the monsters that had captured her, Carla ran toward a member of PSICOM that had opened fire and hurled herself at his knees, causing him to fall over. Rolling away, Carla bounded to her feet but was shoved back down as the crowd wildly attempted to get free from the weapons being fired on the crowd. Rolling over once, Carla winced at the tension on her wrists and arms and struggled once more to get up.
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Post by Naghi Minatsuchi on Jan 3, 2013 7:55:04 GMT -5
maybe this life is overrated  but i won't let the world TAG: Everyone up in here! Words: 968
ONE LAST THING: DON'T MAKE NAGHI ANGRY. You won't like him when he's angry.
Naghi really didn’t need the responsibility that had been placed on his shoulders today. If anyone couldn’t tell that by the way he ran a hand through his wild hair impatiently or consistently checked the clock hiding in the shadow of the stage, they weren’t paying Naghi any attention. And they weren’t – no one cared today about a single agent who happened to have his mind a little out of the game. Far too much could go wrong with this press conference for anyone within the Academy to take their eyes off of potential threats lurking within their midst. The thought brought Naghi’s own eyes back into the crowd off to his side, skimming over the faces he found there for any suspicious activity. His normally sharp vision almost felt dulled, though, and an audible sigh left his chest before he turned away. He didn’t have his typical length of focus on or his typical interest in his work today. Getting his mind off of what had happened to him three days before had proven thus-far impossible. Naghi had managed to ignore the distraction when he’d been working face-to-face with people at the Academy. Now that he was out here in Academia, sentenced to work on his own and keep problems presented by PSICOM at bay.
Naghi knew what it meant to be a l’Cie. He knew what the vision he’d witnessed after losing his consciousness had been – his focus. The vision hadn’t exactly been clear…all Naghi knew was that he’d had some sort of weapons in his hand and he was after…a man. An older man whose face he could not quite make out…all he could remember was that the man had unnerving eyes. And Naghi was going to use that weapon against the man. He had to kill someone. That was his focus. The ninja moved his hand to the location where he’d found his brand, his left arm, and wondered what horrible thing he’d done in his life to deserve getting thrown into a foreign world and also having one of that world’s fal’Cie brand him with the burden of a focus that Naghi didn’t even know if he could complete. As much as he’d been thinking about the brand and focus over the past seventy or so hours, all of the ramifications of what could result from the incident hadn’t truly dawned on him yet. He didn’t know if they ever fully would.
Director Estheim was speaking. Naghi had almost missed him moving forward. With another sigh under his breath, Naghi brought himself back into reality and considered the ramifications if PSICOM was allowed to kill the man standing up on the podium. Naghi checked above them, behind the stage, the balconies of the buildings, everywhere his training told him to. No one doing anything suspicious. No snipers in makeshift nests. Everything was uneventful.
Then why did it seem like the crowd to Naghi’s immediate left seemed enamored and concerned by something? Eying them and following their gaze, Naghi had to turn his shoulders a bit to take in whatever it was they were so amazed by.
A breath caught in his chest. Naghi swung around fully to face the oncoming group, realizing all too quickly that he recognized the disheveled, tied, and gagged girl in the front. He swallowed hard, staring her in the face as the PSICOM lackeys mocked her. One thought immediately crossed his mind – we’ve been found out. Though instinct told him to attack them all relentlessly, training kept him nailed in place, hand inching towards the knives concealed behind his back and underneath his cape. Naghi allowed his gaze to rise from Carla’s face to the faces of her captors, all of his frustration from the past few days, since the moment he was branded, turning to rage at the ones who had done this crime to his friend.
And when they moved, Naghi moved.
Running forward to the rattling of gunshots, Naghi leaped over Carla’s struggling form and directly into the man that had been mocking her and momentum carried them both to the ground. By the time the man hit the ground with the ninja atop him, he was already dead from a knife through the neck. Retrieving the stained blade, Naghi rolled forward underneath a spray of gunshots aimed his way and kicked out the legs from the shooter before sending his other leg to sharply kick away the gun. Much to Naghi’s chagrin, the man started to pull a pistol from his belt and level it. Thinking quickly, Naghi reached behind him to the dead PSICOM’s belt and grabbed a pistol of his own, taking his shot at the man’s wrist to disable his use of the second gun and then shooting once at the man’s chest. If he wasn’t dead yet, he would be. The pistol was relieved of its clip before Naghi flipped to his feet and cast it aside, eyes in a quick scan for Carla. He spotted her, still in her bad way, trying to get away from the firefight. Some of the other Academy were handling more of the PSICOM group that had approached with Carla as captive…he could afford to spare a second to help her, even if the rage still held to him.
He rushed over, skidding to his knees beside her and reeling her in to calm her down. ”Stop a second,” he told her, rolling her onto her back to free her from the binds around her hands. Once that was done, he was free to ungag her as she assumedly worked go start to get up. He checked her quickly for wounds, only lightly brushing his fingers against the torn knees of her stolen uniform where he saw a touch of blood. ”Are you alright?”
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Post by Tifa Lockhart on Jan 4, 2013 23:34:11 GMT -5
One of the younger kids was holding onto Tifa's hand looking up with her large blue eyes. The girl was always so scared clutching onto a small the only thing she had left of her past. Tifa didn't want the kids to be there, but they protested when she told them to stay in their temporary shelter's. And so here she was with the few five whom wanted to come. It was comforting to know the young man Hope was doing as much as he could to keep people comfortable; it must have been overwhelming when the population of your world fluctuates at unseen levels and as she looked on at the many curious faces something caught her eyes.
At first Tifa paid no mind, she couldn't see what the man was struggling to pull but as she sidestepped the man in front of her and craned her neck she could see they were dragging a young girl who was just a teenager. Disgust crossed her features and she wanted to push forward to call out to Hope. Surely this couldn't be a part of his idea it did look like the girl was from PSICOM judging by how she was dressed, but was never an excuse to treat a prisoner she felt for the young woman.
However, Hope didn't seem to realize, not until his speech was cut short by the sound of bullets and it then dawned on her that things were not how it seemed. Tifa's first reaction was to crouch down and scoop the little child ducking down and signalling for the other kids to follow. Her heart was pounding and each child had moved closer to her eyes wide with fear. Speaking quickly she turned to the eldest a young man of 13
“There's a building a block down with boarded up windows, the front is open run and dont look back lock the door, I'll stop anyone who tries to...”
To her right she could see a man a rather sadistic look on his face as he rained bullets on the innocent civilans. Tifa quickly ran right up behind him and grabbed him with one arm from around the neck, using the other to grab his arm she brought up her knee and snapped it disarming him. Then with a swift twist she snapped his neck and dropped his limp body on the floor.
“Run! Now!...”
Tifa needed to find Denzel, and what if Marlene had decided to come? Fear and panic sent sharp stings to her heart and she immediately began looking. The screams, the bodies. One woman grasped at Tifa's ankle and instantly went limp. Tifa paused horror in her eyes and it was that moment of hesitation that lead to a bullet grazing her left arm. Tifa could see the kids, the eldest carrying the youngest in his arms while the others ran behind him.
Tifa made sure no one followed them every time she felt like the enemy's aim was too close to where the kids where she made sure to take him out.
She turned her head looking around wildly what she saw horrified her, disgusted her and the anger made her clench her teeth. She needed to get to higher ground, from where she stood all she could see were people pushing each other out of the way, it faintly reminded her of Edge when the crowd of people were attacked by the creatures summoned by the remnants. Only now she couldn't protect these people from bullets.
Looking around Tifa realized she wasn't the only person fighting for the civilians many others, none she seemed to recognize, were also defending the people of Academia and Tifa knew that now more than ever she wanted to find Denzel.
'Cloud I know you can't always be here to save me, but please help me save the kids.'
But merely wishing for him to appear and help her was never going to be enough. Tifa knew that she couldn't just stand around looking for Denzel she would have to do something. Turning toward a building she realized some of the enemy had managed to find higher ground as if they stole the idea from her mind not seconds ago.
As she turned her head her eyes narrowed in on the girl from earlier another was helping her out and in the last second did she see one man start to take aim at the two
“MOVE!”
Tifa knocked her body into the two of them another bullet only this time it found her thigh. She swore under her breath and sucked in a deep breath. She would need to preserve it. Turning to the girl who was man handled earlier she seemed badly injured from the abuse. Tifa looked down to her gloves, she seemed to have a cure Materia with her ignoring the pain from her leg she turned to the girl and her friend.
“You need to get out of here.”
Tifa's moved her hand to her own thigh and a glow from her materia surrounded the wound; the bullet fell out and the skin stitched itself back together. The man who was above the building had been taken out by an academy supporter, but she knew soon enough the others would follow and start sniping from higher ground. Still, Tifa could only feel more fear in her heart for Denzel... he was only 12 and neither Tifa nor Cloud had properly trained him to defend himself...
Maybe he was with Aerith, or he had found a new friend to help him out. There was still hope and as the number of bodies of the enemy and of civilians started to grow, Tifa hoped that she wouldn't come across Denzel's.
“Let me help.”
She stuck her hand out and urged the girl forward if this girl could fight then she wouldn't be of much use with scraped knees and bruised wrists and if she couldn't then at least she would have less trouble running away.
WORDCOUNT:: One Thousand and Six (1006)
MUSICPLAYING:: I could f*** you all the time: Jeremih
CURRENTMOOD:: content
POSTTAGGEDFOR:: Those signed up for Thread A
AUTHORSNOTES:: Tifa is very pissed off, so I'm gonna go and bake her some cookies
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Post by Gladiolus on Jan 11, 2013 9:08:24 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 680
MUSE "Fearless Hero" By Nana Mizuki
TAGGED Carla, Naghi, Tifa
NOTES Not much to say.
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[/color]among the crowd at the speech that the Director Hope Estheim was about to give. He wasn't sure what was exactly the plan in all of this. For all he knew this was just a simple operation to infiltrate and gather info on the Academy. Easy, just listen to the speech then hightail it outta there in one piece. No mess and no one would get hurt, so said the higher ups. And Prompto suddenly had a thing for guys..... It really didn't take that long for anyone who had half a brain to know that something was up between PSICOM, something that both Noctis and himself were left out apparently. After they entered Academia he lost sight of his friend. And if Ignis found out that he lost sight of Noctis, the man will have his head by the end of the night. He shook his head, Noctis could take care of himself just fine, for now he had to focus. Gladiolus was wary now that Hope was giving his speech. Call him paranoid but he was no stranger to military tactics, especially when he was training with his father. Glad just knew that something was going to go horribly wrong, that feeling at the pit of his stomach was warning him to do something. But as of now he was completely lost on what to do. The main question was not is it going to happen but when was it going to happen.
”Those people were your ancestors. They may have faltered at times, but in the end they endured, and Gran Pulse, even with its great dangers, became-“No soon after that Gladiolus saw several civilians, no PSICOM members, started shooting at the stage. Glad had to pat himself on that back for this one. Either someone pulled the trigger by accident of their idiot of a commander actually went through with it. And knowing that guy, it was probably the second one. Well now there was no turning back with this. He started to look around, he had not been no less than two minutes and a full on battle had commence. He had to applaud at the Academy's security. They are really top notch, acting to a situation such as this with ease. But now was not the time to admire them, he had to keep things under control. As he was thinking through three men with riffles in their hands appeared in front of him. Each were pointing their weapons at him. It would seem that things have gone beyond his control. "Raise your hands up and come with us!" one of the men ordered. Now Gladiolus would have preferred to resolve things peacefully but he had a job to do. Well technically two jobs but that second job can go to hell for all he cared. He needed to find Noctis and cover him while this is going on. And no one, not even the Academy is going to stand in his way. He looked down and saw a small pebble on the ground. He scartched his head. "Now look guys, I'm sure we can talk this through, right?"Not missing a beat Gladiolus kicked the pebble, striking the hand of the man in the middle, which then the man dropped his weapon. While the other two glanced at the other Gladiolus didn't wait for them to react. With his reflexes and agility he gave the two men at the ends an uppercut with one fist, while the man in the middle he kicked in the stomach. The Academy goons dropped like flies, losing consciousness quickly. "Sorry about that," Gladiolus apologized. "But I still have to find a guy and I can't do that if I'm arrested now can I?" Gladiolus took off, trying to find his friend in all this mess. And what a mess it was. PSICOM was showing a new side to him, or maybe this was PSICOM's true colors all along.... [/div] TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN[/div] [/center] [/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by Carla Ayatsugi on Jan 17, 2013 1:55:21 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #343434 solid; border-bottom: 10px #343434 solid;] This is the time we decide what's right {WORDS } 741{TAGGED } Naghi, Glady, and Tifa {WEARING} Something PSICOM-y Carla had nearly gained her feet one more time when the crowd of people scrambling to get away from the mess caught up to her. The foot of someone that jumped over her knocked against her body and sent her once more crashing to the ground. That time unfortunately she fell onto her cheek and felt the jar on her chin all the way to her toes. “Ugh.” Groaning slightly, Carla’s eyes flickered up while her vision swum before her. For that moment she remained limp where she had been tossed hastily. For the moment the blow to her chin caused her to be not quite able to think properly, and she blinked while attempting to regain her dulled senses. One thing that did bring her back was the sharp pain of lying on her bound arms in a fashion that wrenched them and caused a good amount of pain from the tension.
As soon as she had a good enough mental state to do anything about the haze of pain, Carla did just that and groaned from tightly clenched teeth and lips. Though her movements were slightly impaired still, she felt more like herself and more able to move freely. Carla had just managed to roll over and begin the process of getting to her feet with her hands bound, she felt someone pulling her toward them. Though her body tensed to throw herself to the side and escape the feel, she stilled and relaxed slightly when she recognized the voice that belonged to the arms that had reeled her in.
The moment her gag was undone, Carla coughed and gulped in a breath of fresh air. “Kazusa sold me out,” she burst out with while bringing her hands forward to rub at them. The binds had been painfully tight and constricting – so much so that she had bad rope burns and her hands felt clammy. “I’m sorry Naghi.” Carla had failed in her mission, that knowledge weighing heavily on her mind. She didn’t know why she cared to impress anyone quite so much, but somehow with Naghi she wanted him to approve of her actions.
Nodding her head and wincing slightly while she knelt and placed her hands on the pavement, Carla gained her feet and was on guard for attacks. “I’m alright. Their leader wouldn’t let them abuse me too much.” Her robotic lance – modified to also become a large gun if needed, appeared in her hands a moment later. The weight hurt her hands and she nearly dropped it before getting a better grip. “The ropes got my wrists pretty bad, but they should be fine.” At least she hoped they’d be fine. There was no need to play down her injuries to him. They were what they were, and she wasn't pretending otherwise. The numb feeling was already starting to dissipate from her though, she just wished she could get a little more feeling back quicker.
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Post by Naghi Minatsuchi on Jan 21, 2013 9:14:57 GMT -5
maybe this life is overrated but i won't let the world TAG: Everyone up in here! Words: 516
ONE LAST THING: I think I got this sorted out.  Naghi could have choked on his anger when he heard the name Carla mentioned once her mouth was free. Getting his hands on the neck of that scrawny, two-cent “scientist” would have been a worthy consolation prize for having to see Carla in this state, but knowing that coward, he’d be miles away from this fighting and trying to knock some poor, innocent soul out for another one of his damned “tests.” Ugh, it was best that Naghi not think of him. He needed a clear mind at the moment, still hearing the gunshots rattling off behind him but needing Carla looking better than the miserable state she was in now before he could further focus on fighting.
Taking a glance over his shoulder to make sure they weren’t in imminent danger, he spotted a woman he thought he recognized from once or twice around the Academy, but everyone else within striking distance seemed to be civilian or PSICOM. He didn’t process much more than that, though, before Carla spoke again and his eyes settled on her, studying her face at her apology. He was sure he was, in some way, apologizing to her himself. If it was anyone’s fault that she’d gotten caught, it would be his. ”It’s not your fault,” he told her, quietly, deciding not to broach the subject while the whole city block was breaking down into a mess of chaos. Instead, as she tried to stand, he watched with wary eyes, only the female he’d spotted a couple of seconds before seeming to approach them. She was certainly no plain civilian, considering she didn’t seem frantic in the slightest. Naghi looked between her and Carla until the latter had summoned her weapon, looking as if she could barely hold it even if she said she was alright.
He swallowed, looking at the brunette, and past her, noting PSICOM’s slow approach. ”If you could buy us thirty seconds, it’d be great,” he told the other woman, turning and waving his hands to send his daggers away before he reached forwards and took Carla by the wrists to start sending cure spells into them and hopefully mend them. ”Stay still and don’t be stubborn with me for a second.” Admittedly, he was the one unable to stay still, as he kept doubling back for looks over his shoulder until he felt her wrists were properly healed. He crouched and rested his palms against her knees. For a moment, he considered he was almost glad that PSICOM had launched this attack so he could have a chance to make them pay for this, but the thought was quickly cast aside in favor of making sure Carla’s knees were properly mended.
He stood straight once finished, having an urge to try and help her more but having not a clue as to what more he could do. She could hold her weapon now, at least. ”We should look for their leader and drop him. The other girl can help us,” he told her, calmly, turning to stand at her side for a second. ”Who’s who?”
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Post by Tifa Lockhart on Jan 25, 2013 14:16:01 GMT -5
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Post by Gladiolus on Jan 28, 2013 3:15:19 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 500
MUSE None atm
TAGGED Naghi, Carla, Tifa
NOTES Hopefully this is better than the last one.
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[/color] He would have thought that finding a single man with the ability to summon floating swords would have been a piece of cake. However having frantic civilians pushing him back and the noise and gunfire made it harder. Gladiolus seriously needed to make sure that he sticks close to him next time. Noctis was strong and everything, but Gladiolus couldn't help but to worry about his friend. He continued on his way, surveying the area.
"To all PSICOM soldiers, our main priority is to capture and secure the traitor among them." Gladiolus heard on his communicator. "If she does not come willingly then eliminate the target, nothing else matters."
'This is really turning for the worse, I am going to need a couple of Prompto's coffee special when I get back.' Gladiolus thought, trying to fight off a headache. He glanced to his left and saw that a couple of soldiers pointing their weapons at a couple of civilians. Gladiolus turn heel and kicked the man on the ribs, one soldier knocking back the other. Gladiolus looked at the civilians making a small guesture to keep on moving. He looked down at the soldiers, only one was fully concious. "Listen," He gave the man a stern look. "We are here on the mission, to capture the traitor. That doesn't give you the right to hurt the innocent."Gladiolus shook his head as he took off once again. He had to spend his time between trying to help civilians escape and finding Noctis. These two factions weren't making it easy for him. Which begged the question, why were they fighting in the first place? That was something that was explained to him very well. Gladiolus notcied two Academy members pointing a gun at him. He began to run in a zigzag manner to avoid the bullets. Gladiolus punched one of the men in the solar plexus, he could hear the man letting out a soft whine before collasping. He sprinted and let his fist connect with the man's chin, resulting in an uppercut. Gladiolus had to wonder how confused both factions must be by now. He had to find Noctis soon or else he was going to get a headache. In the end it was all on Noctis decision on what to do. No matter how anyone saw it this battle was a reckless and simply foolish idea.
"What is PSICOM thinking?" Gladiolus muttered to himself. "Unless a miracle happens I dont think this is going to work. " Gladiolus continued to fight his way through Academy soldiers and a few PSICOM soldiers as well. He wondered if they knew that he was with PSICOM, due to the last encounter with Lightning Farron. He would assume that she reported what she saw. He guessed that he would just wing it, even if he found the so called "traitor". He really didn't know what to do. [/div] TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN[/div] [/center] [/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by Carla Ayatsugi on Feb 2, 2013 20:22:28 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #343434 solid; border-bottom: 10px #343434 solid;] This is the time we decide what's right {WORDS } 705 {TAGGED } Naghi, Tifa, Glady{WEARING} Something PSICOM-y Carla had yet to get over her anger at being sold out, but she’d had hours now to stew over it. Unfortunately nothing about the specific man could be done right at the moment, so instead she could concentrate on what they would be doing right here and now. It was with disgust that she viewed PSICOM. They would chance the deaths of many innocent citizens, guilty of nothing but coming to listen to a speech, in order to kill a few members of the Academy? Repulsive. Were they human?
As soon as she could she put that out of her mind and gulped in the freedom she felt once again. Naghi’s assurance that it wasn’t her fault made her feel a bit better about the whole situation, enough to put a tight, situation fitting smile up on her lips for a brief moment. That was before the brunette came up to them. Carla hadn’t noticed her before. While she looked her over, Carla nodded in agreement to Naghi’s asking her to give them a few seconds. She needed a few moments before she would be able to fight any, and could readily admit it. For the time being the woman seemed to be dealing with PISCOM again, so Carla glanced around for some place she could go that wasn’t quite so thick with fighting. But her companion had other ideas, and was suddenly giving her a speech about not being so stubborn. Rolling her eyes in good nature, Carla allowed her lance to dissolve into the air and relaxed her arms to let him do what he wanted. “I’m not always stubborn.”, she countered.
As soon as she felt healed up again, she rested her free hand on his upper arm and summoned her lance in her opposite. “Thanks Naghi.” With a bit of an overzealous grin on her face, she removed her hand and nodded when he mentioned that they should go get their leader. “Let’s go kick some ass.” She was more than happy to do so, especially after the way she’d been treated in the last while. They needed to have a bit of a taste of their own medicine if you asked her.
She was slowed up though, when they were asked who someone was. With her green-blue eyes quickly flashing around, she followed the pointed finger to the man that Tifa was talking about. “His name is Gladiolus.”, she quickly mentioned, jumping ahead of Naghi because she had the information that was needed given the situation. “He works for PSICOM along with three of his buddies, Noctis Lucis Caelum, Prompto, and Ignis are their names. He seemed decent enough…for a PSICOM guy, but they all have the wrong ideas…especially if they’d come here and shoot through innocent people to get to us. I guess we’ll probably have to cut him down to get to their leader as well.” And boy did he have it coming. Carla couldn’t wait to give him what was coming to him.
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Post by Naghi Minatsuchi on Feb 10, 2013 9:15:09 GMT -5
maybe this life is overrated but i won't let the world TAG: Everyone up in here! Words: 595
ONE LAST THING: Buh, poor ending.
”And Mutsuki isn’t borderline schizophrenic,” Naghi told Carla as he finished up mending her wrists, the bomb-thrower from the Peristylium popping into his mind for no particular reason other than Naghi remembering he was coordinating a mission for her class before he and Carla had been brought to this place. Fortunately, though, Carla proved that there was some truth to her statement as she allowed him to finish his healing completely. At least now, he didn’t have to deal with her looking as if half of PSICOM had ravaged her, a fact that would have made him continue to feel guilty about talking her into donning the disguise in the first place.
He returned her thanks with a silent, pleasant nod, though he remained silent until he mentioned that they needed to go after the leader coordinating this PSICOM group. He flicked lightly on her lance, summoning his own daggers both into one hand in the process. ”I can’t promise I’m going to stop at their ass, with what they just did to you.” Naghi had always been a big believer in repaying cruelty for the same cruelty, but today, between the civilians getting caught in the crossfire, seeing Carla being treated like a hound, and his own situation with the l’Cie brand, Naghi thought that doubling the repayment to PSICOM wouldn’t be a bad idea. He assumed Carla would feel the same about things.
Once he’d stepped to Carla’s side to survey the situation before them, that was starting to slowly but surely empty of civilians but only becoming more violent with fewer shields between PSICOM and the Academy, he noticed the brunette again popping up at their side and turned his gaze on her. He’d been right to assume she knew what she was doing, even if she didn’t look all that much like a fighter. She would have fit nicely in Class Five if she’d been younger. ”Thanks for the cover,” he told the brunette as an aside. ”Feel free to keep helping.” And it seemed like she was interested in doing so, as she pointed out a man in the crowd – brutish-looking man – who seemed to be simply barreling his way through things. Naghi knew he wasn’t with the Academy, and that probably meant he was with PSICOM. Carla confirmed his suspicions. Maybe her time with PSICOM hadn’t only been worth the disaster it had caused for her after all. Knowing Carla, and how dedicated she was, she would probably say so herself.
”We might not have to get through him – maybe only thoroughly distract him,” Naghi pitched in. In the few seconds he’d been studying the man, he’d tried analyzing his fighting style – yet another skill that the ninja class worked hard to develop. ”We need the leader downed as quickly as possible to get them disorganized, or we’ll keep fighting a pitched battle. The musclehead might be matched with someone nimble enough to stay a step ahead.” He stole a glance at the brunette again. He knew women, especially women that could fight – they probably wouldn’t need or want any help trying to take down a male that seemed to fight in the same way they did. ”If you’re with us, think you could keep him busy? From the way you were fighting, I doubt he can fully keep up with you, even if he seems quick for his size.” He took hold of Carla’s arm for a second. ”The two of us could track down their boss and have this fight ended early anyway. Sound like a plan?”
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. Also she's pointing to Gladyt