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Lurkers Are The Worst
[1]
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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.]
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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.]
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Do not let it concern you. You have more important matters to care about.
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[Ken puts his hands into his pockets.]
Though, still, can't do much about it from here... So guess focusing on other things it is.