8th Sortie

[solowingpixy]

[Cipher/Private]

[Had it really been a year? A year according to this place, anyway. If he were still in his world, it might just be a little over a year... but none the less, according to Paradisa's calendar, it was something to think about. April 2nd, 1995... Operation Crossbow in the Tyrann Mountains. The last line of defense for Valais Air Base, defended by no one but a handful of mercenaries...

And him...]

Yo Buddy. Still alive?


[Chie]

Hey kid. Meet me in the Four Seasons room.

[He's got something for you, but he's not going to just GIVE it to you...]
 


[Mitsuru]

[Yesterday didn't happen. Yesterday did NOT happen. K? K.]

I plan on going into town later to get my mind off things. Figured I'd ask if you'd want to join me.

[With those done, he sets his journal beside him; the journal picking up the sounds of waves. Anyone familiar with the sounds of the beach would know he's in the Four Seasons room. Where else in the castle was there a beach after all?

He's just sitting there on the sand and staring out at the water with his journal and flight jacket beside him. He's still very obviously not dressed for the beach in his usual almost-"buisness casual" attire, but he was also hoping that it'd be a snow day. Talk about a disappointment when he found out Tuesdays are beach days. A snow day would have been perfect to think about Operation Crossbow.]

So much for a cold and snowy day.

Now, can anyone answer just what the hell was with yesterday? I'm having a hard time wrapping my head around those constant musical interludes.

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[luxe_can_kill]

Alright.

[A minute, or two after... Cue sexy entrance song]

Hello.[Mitsuru smiled. There was a faint blush on her face. She's actually wearing a skirt for once, something Rise would recommend. Basically she looks kind of like Parasoul. Pixy might notice her sword and handgun being a little different]

Pardon me if I took longer than I intended, I had to speak with someone first.

[solowingpixy]

[He'll glance over his shoulder once he heard her. It was almost odd seeing her in that kind of attire. It's not like it was a date or anything. Not that he cares about what she's wearing, it's none of his concern.]

Were you really speaking to someone, or did it just take you that long to get ready?

[Should've seen that one coming, Mitsuru.]

[luxe_can_kill]

No, I really did speak with someone. She is my personal stylist now that I'm here in the castle.

[solowingpixy]

[He lets out a slight laugh.]

You need a personal stylist in this place? I wasn't aware of how complicated a woman's life must be when it comes to dressing herself.

[luxe_can_kill]

I used to have a stylist at home. I just thought of having one in here as well, just to add more... familiarity.

Shall we head to town?

[solowingpixy]

[He gives a slight laugh.] I reiterate my previous statement.

[Because seriously, lady? A stylist? Ah well, it hardly matters. He waves an arm in the direction of town in a faux-gentlemanly fashion.]

After you.

[luxe_can_kill]

[Despite the fauxness of his gentlemanly gesture, Mitsuru gave a slight bow in reply and went on and took the lead]