Shiba Kuukaku (
fireworks_plz) wrote2010-03-01 07:45 am
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[Kuukaku is sitting in a small patch of shade by a tent during a small break until the next drill, a canteen of warm water with her as she sips from it. She thought quietly to herself about the situation... It seemed people did see this event as real wartime and despite her inner protests about it, she took to being complacent and doing what she was told despite the bad conditions. Even if she did rebel, she was outnumbered by man-power and fire-power... not to mention her spiritual-based attacks refused to work when she tried them in secret.
Mid-way through another sip, she stole a glance to the part of the camp she could see, noticing that some people were fumbling around, 'newly enlisted' like she was, others that seem to have a strong aura of importance and some were... well, they were missing.
This was going to be tough... another drill was coming up soon and her prosthetic arm had additional limited movement so she'd have to compensate for it even more. That annoys her.]
Mid-way through another sip, she stole a glance to the part of the camp she could see, noticing that some people were fumbling around, 'newly enlisted' like she was, others that seem to have a strong aura of importance and some were... well, they were missing.
This was going to be tough... another drill was coming up soon and her prosthetic arm had additional limited movement so she'd have to compensate for it even more. That annoys her.]
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The replica can't help but be a little curious, his Soul Eater replaced by a standard issue saber as he walks along the row of tents, squinting into the heat haze at other groups of trainees.
On one hand, the challenge of keeping up and training to be strong had a firm, nagging appeal on his competitive streak.
On the other hand, he didn't know what they were supposed to be getting ready to fight for here, but he'd promised Namine he wouldn't die again, and this was obviously no harmless kid-fun snowball fight they were gearing up for.]
Hey...where else can you refill canteens, besides the mess tent?
[He questions the girl as he passes, a little anxious.]
Some kid is making...well....a big mess in there, and I figure that's not a place anyone wants to be hanging around, right now.
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What's the commotion about anyway?
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Some kid is sick of beans and sardines, I think. Throwing some kind of tantrum.
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So much for dumbasses using their brain and keeping quiet.