Case 08 | action

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

[Guess who's finally doing his proper rounds as a member of the Disciplinary Committee? After probably weeks of avoiding Seifer - and it was hard, considering that no-good zift was pretty much everywhere - he'd finally been coerced into doing said rounds.

Of course, Robin didn't really like being out in costume. It'd been one of the stupidest decisions of his life, especially since he had no idea if he was still fooling people with his mathlete secret identity. (He doubted it, if Aang'd managed to figure it out so quickly.) Nevermind that it's break! He's a kid with a mission: to make sure those crazy kids get back into their rooms by curfew.

... This being Damian, of course, he might be patrolling a little too early. As in, by the time he starts patrolling the Quad and the lobby, it's still (barely) daylight. Overachiever much?]

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[fierybluebird]

[Marco is of course, oblivious to the fact that this is patrolling taking place.]

Hey, I thought you only came out at night, eh?

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

[Gah! Robin jumps before swerving to face Marco. He frowns and folds his arms:] It's almost nighttime. Figured I could get a headstart on patrols tonight.

[fierybluebird]

Ah, are you on duty tonight then?

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately. Don't want Seifer to think I've been "slacking" again. [even does the airquotes!]

[fierybluebird]

Oh good. If someone's on duty I can take the girlfriend out.

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

[makes a face] Tt! Have fun with that.

[Will probably never ever get the idea of dating; it's still gross because all girls have cooties]

[fierybluebird]

[Evil pirate leer.]

Oh, I will.

[Pfft not even Luki? :O]

[eggplantallergy]

[Walks past the young, costumed boy and stops in his tracks, double taking.]

...is there a costume festival going on?

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

No.

[spins on his heels and immediately pulls his hood up. Well, of all the people he had to encounter...!] I'm patrolling early tonight.

[eggplantallergy]

So...you patrol in a costume? [Obviously Gakupo has not seen Damian around in his Robin suit.]

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

It's not a costume, it's my identity. [SIGH. At least Gakupo doesn't seem to realize it's Damian...?]

[eggplantallergy]

[He might not, but with that attitude? It wouldn't be hard to decipher.]

...what is your identity? Why are your underwear outside your tights?

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

Robin. [he's totally ignoring the second comment since um. His costume's (http://img21.imageshack.us/img21/9230/robinserious.jpg) less like underwear and more like a tunic with tights. Still, he barely remembers to ask:] What's your name?

[biladi.livejournal.com]

[Egypt is in the lobby, staring at the main map, arms crossed and still in uniform, despite the hour. He's thinking. Should he dare set foot in the training center, or... slip outside and do a little exploring?

There's a Garden-issued service rifle if I even used the correct gun term resting at his back. Definitely not the basic handgun he seemed to lean towards in WTR.

You might want to avoid this one, Robin.]

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

[But what fun would avoiding him be? Especially since it's his ahki! Robin pauses for a moment before hiding behind a conviently-placed shelf and watching Egypt from the corner of his eyes.

Whatever ahki's doing at this hour, it ought to at least be interesting.]

[biladi.livejournal.com]

[To the training center he goes! At least if something goes wrong (God forbid), he can A) run the fuck out of there, B) get help, or C) be relatively close to help should he get mauled.

Looking determined more than nervous, Egypt adjusts the rifle's shoulder strap before going on his way, completely unaware of his little shadow.]

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

[Following akhi, compared to some of his targets in Neo-Gotham, feels like a piece of cake. Robin disapproves of the gun - because really, guns are dangerous - but he won't comment on it just yet.

... The Training Center? Huh. Better than say, taking that thing to the Cafeteria.]

[biladi.livejournal.com]

[The rifle's the most modern, most recent weapon Egypt's had experience with. Granted, it's been at least a couple decades since he's even picked one up... The one he's carrying into the training center is a different model from what he's used to, but it shouldn't be extremely difficult to use.

Over two decades since he's fought. How much does he remember? And he should put other things he's learning in Balamb Garden to the test, right? Better now than in a time of need.

Alone in the hallway and early areas of the training center, he recites something low in Arabic to put his heart at ease.]

I seek refuge with Allah from the cursed devil. In the Name of Allah, Most Gracious, Most Merciful.

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

[Robin flinches. He hasn't heard that from anyone else in a while--well, not outside of Asr or Maghrib prayers (and even then, Damian'd occasionally missed Maghrib). Still, if Hassan's going to train, Robin might as well prepare for back-up.

Once they reach the center, Robin climbs onto a tree and then jumps effortlessly from tree to tree to keep up with ahki. It's not hard, but he doesn't like the idea that his older brother doesn't know what he's doing. Ah well, at least the calavry's here for back-up.]

... you were expecting this I bet!

[potionemperor.livejournal.com]

[Since Larsa's still somewhat new to the ship they call an academy for undercover militia activity, he's out and about in his cadet uniform which he still finds to be a little too on the starchy feeling side. The only thing he's added to the outfit that compliments the get up are the pristine short, white gloves.

The young Solidor is a little too preoccupied with walking around and taking in his surroundings and the architecture that he doesn't see Damian ... wherever he is, as Larsa strolls around the 1F on his way to the quad.]

... yeah, kind of. ♥

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

[Knowing Damian, he's probably hiding behind a bookshelf or something. ... Or ninjaing it up elsewhere. Still, he abandons his patrol the moment he notices Larsa. The kid seems pretty new, judging from the way he's looking at the place.

Robin's not going to say anything, but Larsa's officially acquired +1 little shadow.]

excellent excellent :3

[potionemperor.livejournal.com]

[Larsa's getting the odd feeling that he's being watched and he sends a look around, only noticing the other cadets walking around, lost in talking with one another or distracted by reading on benches.

He brushes the feeling off and keeps on walking, turning into the corridor that will lead to the quad.]

\o/!

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

[The new kid's decidedly very boring. Robin goes ahead and decides to reveal himself by casually walking beside Larsa as if he'd just appeared from out of nowhere:] Lost already?

/o/

[potionemperor.livejournal.com]

[Jumps at the unexpected appearance and voice at his side.] Excuse me?

[Stops to stare at him.]

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

You heard me. It doesn't look like you know where you're going. [gestures towards the Quad]