A SOLIDER I WILL BE.
✧|| indi new 52 kate kane
✧|| 3+ years of experience
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✧|| will adapt! icons, paragraphs, scripts, etc.
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✧|| gonna be super bloody gay ((both adjectives))
date a girl that can beat the shit out of you
”Byakko..power?” A confused teenage indeed. She knew little to nothing about the military, and had never heard of this ‘Byakko’ place. “Mind explaining a bit?”
For a moment her eyes narrow on the girl a bit of a stink-face is donned.
But oh so fast is she returned to her chipper facade!
Hand folded in front of her with an air of politeness she pressed on:
“Yes. Yes Cinque does mind~!
Are you l-iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-ke~~ A spy or some junk?!”
—! Oh, he’s been booped.
There goes a blink, followed by another.
It wasn’t really the response he’d been expecting…
But he’ll take it anyway.
“I’d hope you’d know.”
”Cinque is very forgetful!”
A withdraw of her hand to her chin, slow and steady like.
There two fingers rested as her head tilted.
“What were we talking about again?”
—SHE’S ONTO US. RUN.
I'M GONNA PULL YOUR TAIL OFF FLUFFY!!
So I just beat Final Fantasy Type-0 at work to day. Amazing game couldn’t even understand it either but yea awesome ending
*SPOILER* NINE THROWS A MOOGLE AT EIGHT
At one moment, the twenty-one year old snapped and recovered at a lightning-quick margin, now maintaining eye contact with the Class Zero member face-to-face after slamming his hands on the tabletop, very much akin to either a rivalry stare of a flirty close-up, depending on how you perceive the whole event.
”Don’t push me, Cinque. I can do it to make you quiet down. I just don’t want to do it out of mutual respect.” Or afraid that after he does do it, the princess is going to hunt him down, a mace being swung wildly on one hand.
And of course, being as large (and very, very loud) and in charge as she was she’d meet the slam with one of her own. This was a challenge of authority and she, Princess of Heavy Weaponry across all four flame scorched lands, Mistress of Mace and of Lace, Number Five of the legendary Zeroes, would not tolerate an uprising within the confines of her kingdom. And her kingdom was where ever those faithful mary janes touched down. Emphasis on one slam as a single hand hit the table with force. Maybe two if you counted the childish stomp of her foot that accompanied it. The other hand with one pointer high and scolding found it’s way to his lips
With fire in her eyes borrowed no doubt from the glistening red of her hair, Etro help him she said: “Cinque doesn’t respect anyone!”
”Ooo~. I get a turn.”
He gave a light hum for just a moment,
with a finger tapping at his chin.
And for a moment he inhales, like he’s about to say no.
“You’re always pretty.”
An intimidate wave of satisfaction washed over what was once demand.
Slowly did a finger rise and move forward:
ominous and ever progressing until…
Boop! A tap of his nose.
“I KNOW right?”