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paradisa2013-04-02 08:48 pm
solowingpixy) wrote in paradisa2013-04-02 08:48 pm
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8th Sortie
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[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.
[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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I don't even know what the hell that is. Everyone around here keeps calling it 'German'.
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What use would that be in any sort of class?
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And no one checked to make sure that what he was saying was correct? That's pathetic.
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But I should have. I would have passed that exam if I did. Heh...heh...
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I've had more than my fair share of politics to last me for a while. I'd rather ignore it when I can.
[Granted, his "politics" just equalled to "war bullshit" but same difference.]