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FF7: SOLDIER [Big Game - Always Accepting!]

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Name: Beryl Vagrant
Role: SOLDIER 3
Location:Bone Village
Tag: @Karl Kadaver @Sarcelle Renard

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The man's question had pulled a curious sound from Beryl's throat. The moment he had caught glimpse of them, he returned his slights frontward, cuffed his face betwixt his hands, and sighed dismally. Even to himself, the faint breath was filled with taunt regret and apprehension. "My life sucks so bad," he mumbled before perking up and standing to attention.

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Beryl raised a brow now, his posture laxing, if not falling-apart altogether at her line of questioning. He had expected to be punished in the typical, Commander Lapin manner, which was often strict and stern. He touched his hand to his chin and pretended to be lost in thought; hearing the question before had provoked an answer unbidden, it was raw, crude even. But now he had to present it to the Commander. Should he just tell it to her straight? Tell her that morale was just as bleak and dull at the uniforms she was enforcing.

Speaking of the uniform. Beryl bowed slightly and apologized before dunking his helmet onto himself. Being surrounded by the smell of sweat and old metal was just torture, but he was certain the Commander could come up with something worst. So he obliged her with a smile. In place of actually stroking his chin, which became near impossible now, he turned from The Commander for a pause before saying.

"First off, forgive me Commander. I honestly had no idea that it was you beside me. No disrespect was meant." Then came the moment of truth. It was a risky gamble but The Commander looked genuine; there was something different in her face that beckoned for the truth. "As for your question... If I'm allowed to speak bluntly, Commander Lapin, moral is shot at best. Commander, we're SOLDIER, not infantry. We shouldn't be patrolling or wasting our time waiting for Gods-know-what. We should be out in the field, taking out the bad guys. I know I'm not the only SOLDIER that's eager to put AVALANCHE down."

Monster hunter: Story of Cantarco village.

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Armend Kinora ⚔

Surprise took over for a moment, then Armend smirked knowingly at Clara, and faced Cyrus headon. "See, you get it, Cyrus. Testing a man's mettle is more than just fighting monsters, its overturning stronger people too." He grounded himself low, his arms and hand tensing.

"So who goes first? should I go or you?" he jested.

FF7: SOLDIER [Big Game - Always Accepting!]

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Name: Astral Diamonia
Role: SOLDIER 1
Location: Junon
Tag: @Double

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Junon's beach was suppose to have been a breather for him. Instead, its dead silence and tarnished shore had become a vile aftertaste. Now he would have to dive into battle just a bit off balance. A smidge unhinged. The sound of squealing tires coming to a even louder halt broke his train-of-thought. He turned to see three infantryman rearing their heads from the vehicle.

"Right on time," he told himself, finally taking steps towards his objective.

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Astral wore his armor and extras now, the 1st SOLDIER secured him to the speeding vehicle by pure strength and obvious experience. The wind grasped his hair and waist cloth, around him were the sounds of combat. Memories from his time in the Wutai War slithered back, reminding him of the thankless and rather hollow slaughterings he had committed. He eased the guilt effortless. Knowing that the Wutai War had brought him close to his goal of true freedom.

As they neared the entrance of the base--mechanical beasts, no doubt operated by AVALANCHE, were plentiful. The vehicle slowed as was instructed and with a powerful leap, Astral was lunging into chaos. In mid-air he spun, Brightfang many times until he cleaved the nearest Rover at the neck. A tiny spark alerted him to move on. As he did so, a shockwave pushed at his back and a boom took the area in a stranglehold.

The super weapon... It's not here. Must be higher up. He shifted his gaze to the barrel, far higher than anyone could imagine alone. He begrudged having to clear his way through the dummies inside the base but it would have to be done. If anything else, he had decided, it would lessen the danger for the others.

He entered the base--now darkened by chaos and flickering with electrical shortages and small but long-living fires. He brought his greatsword up, fitted it behind him, and begun the arduous job of cleaving his way to the super weapon Cricket.

Monster hunter: Story of Cantarco village.

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Armend Kinora ⚔

"Wrong with me? what's wrong with you? You'd think for a woman so manly-looking that you'd know the desire strength, for status and power." Armend ended up jolting up from the table, his teeth gritted as he confronted, Clara's malice with his own. He hadn't the patience or control to keep his temper in check for much longer. It was good that Cyrus had cut in and led them outside, else that room would've been rattled and dirtied.

As they stood outside, Armend's fist tended to clench and unclench, though his posture was lax, indifferent even. He growled in his throat, hearing her disgust at his way of life. Once Cyrus' attention had turned to him, Armend would only shoot Clara his defiance. It came in the form of his hard blue eyes and furrowed brows. "Everything she said is true. She believes that monsters are the only way to be great. To hell with all that. I find my battles where I can. When I see strength I challenge it. When she sees strength anywhere that's not some mindless beast, apparently she runs from it. Calls it stupid."

Monster hunter: Story of Cantarco village.

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Armend Kinora ⚔

Armend gulped down the delicious soup. He rarely complimented another cook on their food, but the Elder truly had a gift. The bowl came down onto the table and Armend showed a great and wonderful grin. "That. Was amazing, Chief. Can I get a second bowl? Or how about two more. I promise I'll lick'em dry for ya. You won't even need to wash'em later." He chuckled to himself, then caught Clara staring at him.

Immediately his smile faded to a questioning, rough, glare. "What? Is my smile stupid too? Is everything about me stupid? So stupid you can't even concentrate on eating, huh?"

Monster hunter: Story of Cantarco village.

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Armend Kinora ⚔

"Soup sounds really good actually. We can discuss you training me over it," he said casually. In his head it was already guaranteed that Cyrus would train him. Fighting him seriously, on the other hand, was not. If the old hunter could muster the strength to, that would be great, but for some reason, Armend doubted it would just resurface.

Armend cracked his hands extravagantly, pushing his arms forwards and around his neck before letting them fall to his sides. "Let me help you out granny, I'm a expert when it comes to putting together some food." He ran into the kitchen area and flashed a helping smile towards the Elder. "Whatever you need, put me to work."

Monster hunter: Story of Cantarco village.

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Armend Kinora ⚔

Armend was unimpressed by Cyrus' stern face. Inside it was something different than he had ever encountered, something dangerous. But as one of The Abandoned, Armend had seen dangerous and hateful glares before. Confronted it face to face. It did little to stir his gut. He pushed himself off the wall and walked forwards. "It's nothing, Cyrus," he said firmly. "Did you get the mushrooms? Clara said that the cat could get it to you faster than we could? personally I found it difficult to believe it could waddle faster than I could run. I'm pretty quick on my toes."

Monster hunter: Story of Cantarco village.

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Armend Kinora ⚔

Armend, who was at first surrounded by his ire, allowed the endearing image of the cat to lighten his mood. He smiled, faintly, before entering in. Cyrus' question made him lean against the wall, frown, and angle his head towards the opening. "Ask her if you wanna know. Its between the two of us and I'm not too keen on letting secrets out." Despite what he said, Armend looked unsure of his emotions.

Monster hunter: Story of Cantarco village.

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Armend Kinora ⚔

Armend stopped in his tracks. "Stupid?" he asked, shocked and knocked back by her opinion.

"How can wanting to be stronger be stupid? If Cyrus has bested many monsters, monsters that were deemed too strong. And I best him, doesn't that mean something? doesn't that prove I'm stronger without the experience, the training?" His eyes, once liquid like water became sharp and hard, like sapphires. "What you said was stupid. Not what I said." He hmp! as he strode pass her, a scowl on his face.

She hadn't understood his upbringing. In his village, it was strength that kept The Abandoned alive. And it was feats like the one he had aspired to do that proved it. He walked ahead without her guidance, remembering clearly the path that led to Cyrus and the elder.

FF7: SOLDIER [Big Game - Always Accepting!]

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Name: Beryl Vagrant
Role: SOLDIER 3
Location:Bone Village
Tag: @Karl Kadaver @Sarcelle Renard

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The sounds of the dig sites were beyond his walkman's volume. It was irksome but Beryl had found his earphones obsolete compared to the man made sounds of human innovation. So instead he found himself doing those patrols ordered by The Commander. At first he crossed the paths of other SOLDIERs, some taking the request seriously, others were simply standing guard over motes of dust. After awhile he found a spot near two conversing SOLDIERS and stood a few feet away.

He sighed while releasing his head from the SOLDIER helm. Tousling the teal strands, shaking the fatigue and sticky sweat away. Touching them had reminded him of his obligation. I'll have to redye it soon enough. Thing is, I'm running low on my supply. I have two maybe three more uses if we end up stuck here any longer.

Cuffing the helm between his arm and side he looked at the dig site, unintentionally listening in to a certain conversation. He caught but a small part of it though, a question ending some long sentence perhaps. Either way, it was amusing. Perhaps that SOLIDER was new but everyone knew the morale was... well non-existent. Most of them simply went with the flow, himself included.

He outwardly chuckled, though low, it was loud enough for them to hear. "Sorry. I didn't mean to ease drop. You must be new?" he continued on, playing his fake persona. He had yet to look either one of them in the eyes.

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Name: Astral Diamonia
Role: SOLDIER 1
Location: Junon
Tag: @Double

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Astral stood on Junon's sullen beach. It was a unholy thing that Shinra had done to the place. The once thriving fisherman's village was now blotted out by metal the umbrella overhead, its once clear waters were polluted, its beach... abandoned. It would not be long before Junon would simply fade from existence he thought. Personally, it didn't matter if it did. It held no connection to how he could continue his growth, pursue his goal of growing stronger and free.

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Massive metal spears impaled the great waters as if chucked from the clouds. It was unsightly, he admitted to himself but it was also the will of The Shinra Electric Company. Not many could deny them besides himself. On the beach, he situated his hands in the pockets of his fine black pants. His suit, tailor made and smooth, rippled with the smelly wind.

"And I thought this would be relaxing. That was... unexpectedly foolish of me." He finally said, letting his fair voice bless the otherwise rotten place.