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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.]
...
[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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[Then, he points.]
Incidentally, only call me Ken.
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JOY. WE GET MORE KIDS AND SURVIVALIST NUTS TO BOOT. WHAT, MAPPING THE VENTS FOR THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE?
[God, these two are feeding on each other. We're going to reach Critical Jerk soon at this rate.
On the last part, though, the enormous shape is silent for a few seconds. Whatever the hell is going on in there behind the faceless frame is hard to guess... but after a moment like this, she finally speaks again]
FIRST, IF YOU POINT AT ME THAT WAY AGAIN YOU WILL EAT THAT FINGER.
SECOND, THAT IS AN ODD REQUEST. FINE THEN. KEN IT IS. [Well, that was... surprisingly simple to get out of her, given how much of a stickler she is with proper naming]
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[He turns.]
Now to get back to what I was doing... I want to be ready when the zombies come.
[You could probably cut the sarcasm with the kunai in his arm.]
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[Kagura doesn't dignify Kentaro's rather nonsequitor attempt to return her sarcasm. She's busy enough cursing inwards. If this is the type of people she's going to have to work with in this assignment, this is going to be a very long year]