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Lurkers Are The Worst
[1]
...
[There's been a lot of new arrivals to the Unity Group as of late, so one imagines it mustn't be so surprising to see a new face that one doesn't recognise. But this one doesn't seem all that much older than a highschool student - heck, he might even be - and unlike some of the younger associates of the organisation, he hasn't exactly ditched his uniform either.
And thus, there he stands in the corridors of the Sakihama Base, hidden beneath the Earth, as he seems to be taking less than conventional means of getting a snack from a vending machine. Well, one assumes shoving your hand right in there is unconventional.]
[2]
[This time he's managed to hop along through the TSEN all the way to Fort Alhambra, and already is trying to make himself familiar with all its nooks and crannies.
Starting with its air ducts.]
Ngh... These could use some replacements...
[Grumbling to himself, the lad nevertheless soldiers on in his strange quest, and yet...]
Cher-THUNK
[All this gets him is the metal buckling under him, and he falls out into god knows where. Or onto god knows who.]
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[There's been a lot of new arrivals to the Unity Group as of late, so one imagines it mustn't be so surprising to see a new face that one doesn't recognise. But this one doesn't seem all that much older than a highschool student - heck, he might even be - and unlike some of the younger associates of the organisation, he hasn't exactly ditched his uniform either.
And thus, there he stands in the corridors of the Sakihama Base, hidden beneath the Earth, as he seems to be taking less than conventional means of getting a snack from a vending machine. Well, one assumes shoving your hand right in there is unconventional.]
[2]
[This time he's managed to hop along through the TSEN all the way to Fort Alhambra, and already is trying to make himself familiar with all its nooks and crannies.
Starting with its air ducts.]
Ngh... These could use some replacements...
[Grumbling to himself, the lad nevertheless soldiers on in his strange quest, and yet...]
Cher-THUNK
[All this gets him is the metal buckling under him, and he falls out into god knows where. Or onto god knows who.]
Still pointing a gun at him, BTW
Extraordinarily suspicious?
I was going to go with "trespassing", but that works as well.
Re: Still pointing a gun at him, BTW
Whoever said I was trespassing? Or did you personally greet every new arrival on the way in?
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[Ken rather vigorously pats down his person, and produces... uh... a near empty pack of chocolate balls.]
...Wait...
[Patpatpatpatpat... Aha!]
This do?
[...Well, its not strictly with the Unity Group, but one of its various support groups, yes. Freshly printed in fact, can't imagine he signed up that long ago.]
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Ken Tokura, from Solaris...Mistress, have you ever heard of Solaris?
...No, I can't say that I have.
[Kanae flips the rifle over in her hand, and slams the butt into the side of Ken's head.]
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[Angry enough to forget to defend himself, Ken is quickly out like a light.]
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...Really? Oh, how unlucky. We'll have to apologize, once he gets out of the brig.
Of course.
...Though I imagine he'll have a hard time of it without his ID.
That would follow logically, Mistress.
Let's just leave it here, for safe keeping.
That seems rather cruel.
Sayo, please. Me, cruel? You wound me.
[Whenever Ken wakes up, he'll have a concussion-and no id.]