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Post by Repa Raines on Feb 25, 2011 23:56:41 GMT -5
 Princess at Heart”Anyone can give up, it's the easiest thing in the world to do. But to hold it together when everyone else would understand if you fell apart, that's true strength.”
“You’re probably right.” Repa said with a nod. “I’ll go…get the uniform.” She said quietly once again as she eased her way in to grab the uniform and then once she was done in there, she walked out holding it all in her arms. “I’ll be right back…then we can leave…hopefully this will work.” She said almost in a groan tone as she walked off back towards her room with the uniform in hand, and thankfully, it was a girl’s uniform for her sake. With a good fit Repa felt so out of place. In a PSICOM uniform…it just wasn’t something she’d ever imagine herself doing.
Putting the last piece of this complex uniform on, Repa put her hair up and placed a hat on her head before placing goggles over her eyes. The PSICOM huntress’ uniform wasn’t bad, you couldn’t tell her any different from a regular PSICOM soldier. “This is awful.” She mumbled to herself looking in the mirror before emerging back to the living room. “Okay, so now that we’re all PSICOMed up…” She said standing over by the door with her arms folded across her chest. “We should probably get out of here before they decide to check the rooms and see two dead PSICOM soldiers in here and some imposters.” She said before reaching for the doorknob and poking her head out the door, no sign of soldiers. Walking out of her room she tried to be as soldier-like as possible. “…play it cool…just…act like a soldier…” she kept saying to herself.Words: 530 Muse: Good Tagged: Servos Notes: Enter Cissy at anytime :3 |
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Post by Servos Matche on Feb 26, 2011 0:19:23 GMT -5
Luckily, Servos still had military protocol intact in his memory. As Repa donned the other outfit, he took off his coat and put on the helmet. Now he looked as bland as any of the grunts he faced before. he carried his own affects as if he had confiscated them and slung the soldier's weapon over his left shoulder. "I'm ready to go when you are. Cissnei will be waiting for us not far from here."
He followed Repa out of the apartment and down the stairs. It would seem that the outfit actually muffled his knees a bit to the point where it wouldn't be noticeable on the streets unless he was moving through an awkward pause.
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Post by Cissnei on Feb 26, 2011 2:00:14 GMT -5
    ...Forgotten Turk..."Wings symbolize freedom for those who have none."Standing there on the street, the young Turk glanced around her and scowled slightly. New assignments came quickly and without warning, as this one had. Really it had been because she was close to the site that Tseng had phoned her in with what she was to do. She would rather be portal hunting, or at least, gathering intel on them. But this took first priority obviously. Other Turks were handling different sectors, but she had to watch this. PSICOM. Not much was known about them yet, but they were a nuisance, one that it fell upon the Turks to deal with. The mission she had been sent on with Rod had allowed ShinRa to gain much needed information about the military squad, and yet not everything was known that needed to be known.
One thing was for certain. The punks needed to leave Gaia alone. Go hunt for l'cie elsewhere. It would make her job a lot easier. Cissnei had just gotten back to their meeting spot from meeting Tseng and the group of scientists that had been checking out the portal when Tseng had called to tell her about this. Though Cissnei was a Turk, meaning she was confident and had been trained to deal with anything, kill anything and use anything to do it, Cissnei still felt that she should have been given a partner for the mission. PSICOM, though easy to deal with, in mass quantities could be less then pleasant to deal with. Yet it was her mission, and Cissnei hadn't ever failed a mission she had set out to complete, besides the one concerning a SOLDIER 1st class and a ShinRa grunt. That though, was a different story. Small and petite to the point of being tiny, Cissnei was no one you wanted to deal with when she was in 'Turk mode,' as she was now.
Her mission? Take out any PSICOM she came in contact with. They had created enough damage to Gaia. The problem was they just seemed to keep coming. Didn't they have anything better do to then just go around in HER world causing problems? Go back to their own world if they wanted to do that. Cissnei had the uncanny ability to blend in if she wanted to, she was doing that now. Hiding in plain sight. Starting to get dark. She needed to start moving soon. The problem was, PSICOM was running all over the place, where to start? Intelligent crimson eyes scanned the surrounding area. Cissnei wondered if Servos would go back to their meeting spot and try to find her. If he did he would just find nothing. Her helicopter now sat on a nearby building, easily accessible if need be. Still, she had no way of getting in contact with the cyborg unless he showed up at ShinRa looking for her.
The problem was, that PSICOM knew of the Turks, especially since the last mission with Rod where they had sprung upon some. She was in dangerous waters...good thing she was prepared. Oversized shuriken rested in her hands with a loose hold. What she needed was a transmitter, or whatever each person had that allowed them to talk to one another, give out orders and such. If she had one, she could know every move they made. Did only the higher ups have one though? A round of shots sounded to the right. Time to move. Heading in that direction at a jog, Cissnei wished she had a car or a motorbike. Perhaps requesting one would be a good choice, however there wasn't any time to wait around for that. Suddenly she came upon the military squad. Skidding to a stop, Cissnei ducked into an alleyway and took a breath.
Phone buzzed right then. “Good timing.” She said under her breathe before snapping it open. “Cissnei.” Muffled on the other side, Cissnei talked quietly as she reported in. “PSICOM located directly where the sightings were before. Almost seems like they're looking for something.” Silence before she was given new orders. “Understood. Do I have backup if I need it close by?” That was reaffirmed. Good, at least if she was to the point where she had to get out and get out fast one call would have the Turks flying to her rescue. Orders to report in half an hour. “Noted. I have PSICOM, at least some of them, within my sights right now, proceed?” With a nod Cissnei glanced at them, “Understood Sir.” Snapping her phone shut, Cissnei put it back in her suit and turned back toward the squad.
Lifting her Rekka in her hands, Cissnei stalked toward the men. All at once she couldn't take them all on, but if she could draw a few away from the rest it would be easy. At least for a girl brought up in the ridged training she had. As two men branched off from the rest, rounding a corner and heading toward a building. Time to get into action. With a running start, Cissnei followed. In a few strides she was flanking them. With a jump, Cissnei let her shuriken fly. Hitting the one man, he slumped over, gone immediately. Shuriken came back and Cissnei caught it with deft hands. With a start the other man was about to shout when Cissnei once again leapt into action. She had come close now, and so her shuriken was more or less hindered. Throwing it into the ground, Cissnei propelled herself upwards and with a flip kicked him in the chest, grabbing his gun while she did. As he fell back and she returned to the ground, Cissnei turned and shot, working the trigger of the gun even though she had never handled it before. Handy.
Walking close, Cissnei knelt down and retrieved his earpiece. For a second she looked at the helmet that was covering his face and felt regret. “I'm sorry...this is my job.” Quietly she put in the earpiece and glancing down once more, hardened her heart and turned to leave. Fuzzy static was all she heard before taking it back out and fiddling with it. Turning the knob, Cissnei scowled. “Oh come on.” after a moment she stuck it back in her ear and now listened to what was being said. Now she could have an idea of what was going on. Reaching a hand down as she walked past, Cissnei retrieved her shuriken from where it was embedded in the ground and lifted it up.
She didn't know or realize but she was close to Repa's apartment. While walking quickly and noiselessly down the street, Cissnei was suddenly presented with two figures walking down stares directly in front of her. Cissnei had no time to do anything duck into a little spot behind the stairs. Remembering her new instructions, Cissnei glanced at the two figures standing there in front of her. She had been told to bring one in alive if possible. With only two she could do away with one and grab the other, tie him up and come back for him after she'd taken care of the rest. Lifting the gun, Cissnei wondered which one she should take in for questioning. No matter, either one would do. Whoever felt lucky enough to pull a gun first would be the one that wasn't so lucky. Bursing out from where she had ducked in quickly, Cissnei pointed the gun and looked at them with blank eyes, showing no emotion, finger tightened on the trigger, she was going to take out the larger one. The smaller would be easier to subdue...finger tightened...
Words;; 1392 Muse;; HOLY.CRAP! Tagged;; Servos and Repa Outfit;; Turk suit Notes;; bwuahaha muse! >D |
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Post by Repa Raines on Feb 26, 2011 17:11:21 GMT -5
Princess at Heart”Anyone can give up, it's the easiest thing in the world to do. But to hold it together when everyone else would understand if you fell apart, that's true strength.” This whole situation didn’t feel right, not to mention the uniform Repa was wearing. PSICOM, silly, this was just dandy. Being targeted by the guys, well at least Repa was going to get to fool them and get out of any sort of battle right? No need to waste your energy on silly little soldiers who played around with over priced guns and weapons. Descending down the stairs, Repa kept quiet, she wasn’t about to start talking and blow their cover, besides, typically in an army, you weren’t supposed to talk, unless spoken to, that is unless you had information or wanted to taunt your enemy, either way, Repa didn’t have anything, but maybe…to play the part she could try and get PSICOM away from this area, stating that there was no sign of that ‘fugitive’ anywhere around here. Perhaps that’d help the area a bit.
Stepping off the last stair, Repa looked around and saw some of the PSICOM officers wandering around talking with other soldiers. With a heavy sigh she looked around, placing her hands on her hips before a soldier came towards her, this was surely different for her, it wasn’t an aggressive movement from the guy so all was good. Walking over he did hold a gun in his hands as he casually made his way to Repa and Servos…both looking like PSICOM soldiers. “Find anything?” he said through his mask and Repa almost forgot to speak, she was trying to make sure she didn’t start stuttering or babble. “No sir.” ’Act like a soldier, act like a soldier’. “There was no sign of any fugitives being inside this building, if that girl had been here…she’s long gone now." Repa said folding her arms across her chest and trying to sound pretty confident in her words before the soldier nodded and walked off, obviously going to report Repa’s statement.
Okay this officially gave her an adrenaline rush. Totally fooled PISCOM! If Repa weren’t still sort of ‘undercover’ then she’d probably freak out into a rush of happiness from her ‘awesome’ job at playing it cool as a soldier. Feeling pretty giddy on the inside, Repa didn’t really notice Cissnei come up, whom she didn’t know was the Turk they were supposed to be meaning, and instantly lost focus before seeing a gun pointed at Servos. Looking beyond the barrel of the gun Repa’s eyes locked on small girl about her height with crimson eyes in a suit. So other people were targeting PSICOM now as well? It was a comforting thought, but when you were playing the role of a soldier, no this probably wasn’t good. So either, get shot by the person against PSICOM, or get shot by PSICOM? Repa sighed and grumbled to herself as she pulled her goggles off her eyes and ripped the uniform hat off her head letting it fall to the ground and revealing the part of her face that hadn’t been in the first place. “Screw this!” She said before her gunblade appeared in hand and she aimed it at auburn haired girl in the suit. Both girls aiming guns, it was a standoff by now. Who would shoot first? Words: 644 Muse: Good Tagged: Cissy, Servos Notes: None! |
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Post by Servos Matche on Mar 1, 2011 1:17:41 GMT -5
Servos did his best to just stand there while Repa talked to what he could only assume was an officer. Frankly all these PSICOM soldiers pretty much looked the same to him with the exception of the one far far off with the crazy looking armor. When the officer left them, Servos meandered his way to the nearest alley way.
It seemed like it was happening in slow-motion. He turned his head just in time to see the flash of the gun firing. He didn't hear sound, which was weird for him, but it was probably just his brain not wanting to hear the blast. The bullet whizzed through the air and hit square in the center of his chest. The trench coat, shotgun and claymore all clattered to the ground. If this was any other person, this would have been game over, but Servos wasn't any other person. For the most part, he wasn't much of a person anymore. There was enough force behind the bullet to make him stumble and leave a nice little dent in his plating, but nothing permanent. And luckily, PSICOM didn't notice either. Probably thought they were just shooting civilians that got too close or something... bastards...
"Cissnei! Stop! Its me, Servos!" He tore off his helmet to show her that he was who he said he was. "Repa, this is Cissnei. She's a friend. Cissnei, this is Repa. She's agreed to help me recover the blueprints as well. But first we need to get out of this zone. There are too many here for all of us to deal with." His tone was hushed as he didn't want any prying ears to hear him.
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Post by Cissnei on Mar 1, 2011 10:38:14 GMT -5
...Forgotten Turk..."Wings symbolize freedom for those who have none."
As they noticed her Cissnei tightened her finger before the smaller soldier ripped his hat of. Suddenly Cissnei hesitated for the briefest moment. Not a he...a her, and the her was about her own age. All in a matter of a few seconds Cissnei did a lot of thinking. A girl her own age, so young, how could the military be sending young women out in the ranks?! And yet were the Turks so different? How old had she been when she had joined the ranks as a Turk and been sent on missions most people would faint at the thought of going on? To young. No one should have to go through that when they were so young. Intelligent crimson eyes looked at the young woman and compassion showed through. This wasn't something she wanted to do. This meant that if she shot the larger one she would have to take the young girl in for interrogation. It was her job. That however, didn't make it right.
The appearance of the gunblade didn't hinder her, so her finger tightened on the trigger and a shot fired at the larger ones chest. She would have to deal with the woman and her gunblade later. It did however, snap her out of her thinking. Cissnei when she had been younger had often wondered what it would be like to die, even feared it. Now however, it wasn't something she normally thought about. When every day of your life was a risk that you might not come back to fill out the paperwork, you usually pushed the thought of death as far away as you could even though you were so close to it daily. Yet the weapon just heightened her awareness. As she fired the shot Cissnei was moving, two quick steps to the left made the young woman have to shift her own gun to cover her, thus giving her a second to gain the upper hand once again.
Thats when she noticed the bullet didn't seem to have done anything to the man, but a sharp 'ping' was heard. “What th-” As he stood again and pulled off his helmet Cissnei suddenly froze. She had just shot the guy she had promised to help. Thankfully she recognized him and he said her name. Did that mean...wait. Gun that had swung toward Repa froze and Cissnei stood lightly on the balls of her feet, gun pointed. Looking into the young woman's eyes, Cissnei tried not to let anything show before glancing over at Servos again. Eyes returned to peer down the barrel of the gunblade pointed at her. The girl meant business obviously, but Cissnei's gun was pointed at her as well. A brief moment of simply breathing and standing poised before the gun slowly lowered.
Arm returned to her side, gun rested against her thigh, left hand still held onto her shuriken. Why was Servos dressed in PSICOM clothes? “Why are you weari-...never mind, this isn't the place to chat.” Clearing her throat softly, Cissnei glanced over her shoulder and then around them to see if any PSICOM were running to the spot where the bullet had been shot. Introductions were made, but right now Cissnei needed to get them out and away from PSICOM, which was exactly what Servos mentioned. Still, she gave her a nod and a small smile, "Pleasure to meet you Repa. Apologies for assuming you were PSICOM." One thing though remained. “I'm sorry about the shot Servos. Are you alright?”
With a nod, Cissnei tucked the gun under her arm and straitened her suit, brushing it off lightly. “Right. You two need to get out of here.” The blueprints. They did need to do that. One thing though, she had to tell Servos about Hojo. Glancing around, Cissnei lowered her voice even more, “Servos, Professor Hojo is back and working for ShinRa, I just got informed of that a few hours ago. I thought you would like to know.” Suddenly through the transmitter Cissnei heard them issue a few commands. Backup was coming. If she was one for it, Cissnei would probably be swearing right now. That was just what she needed. She couldn't take them all on anyway, especially not with backup on the way. Calling Tseng and telling him was a must, however she would still like to grab one for interrogation as was planned.
Words:; 870 Muse:; pretty good :3 Tagged:; Servos and Repa Location:; Edge Outfit:; Click :3Notes:; None |
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Post by Repa Raines on Mar 4, 2011 23:44:54 GMT -5
Princess at Heart”Anyone can give up, it's the easiest thing in the world to do. But to hold it together when everyone else would understand if you fell apart, that's true strength.” PSICOM seemed to be everywhere! This was ridiculous! After this, it was probably time to take a vacation, to get away from Gaia and all this chaos and stress. Perhaps back home? Or another world? Who knew, of course there were a lot of friends she had yet to go visit…which was probably a good idea, let them know she wasn’t dead or anything, yes, a good idea. After this mission to get these blueprints, Repa would be on her way…someplace else. Where? Anybody’s guess. Wearing these god awful PSICOM uniforms didn’t do Repa any justice, she was in sort of a bad mood by now, wanting to get as far away from here as possible and getting away from any sort of PSICOM soldiers or bioweapons…but going undercover and slipping through the crowd was probably the easiest way to fool them…to get through then run off and find these blue prints!
But that seemed to all be put to a halt as a girl in a suit was now aiming a gun at Servos, being all serious and trying to shoot someone. That wasn’t going to fly. Unleashing her own weapon, Repa had the barrel of her gunblade pointed at Cissnei, her arm extended outwards for the shorter range fire. When Cissnei shot a fire, Repa gripped the trigger a bit tighter but never pulling it, a grit of her teeth and a glance at Servos to see if he was alright, which…he seemed fine. But then, Servos interrupted this tension of Repa wanting to fire some shots but…then again, something in her mind told her not to, so she waited till Servos was done talking. With her eyes widened a bit, Repa glanced from Servos to Cissnei and realized she still had her arm extended, ready to shoot the girl she was supposed to be working with to help Servos. “Oh.”
Loosening her grip on the trigger, Repa pulled her gunblade back, still in gun form as she rested it against her shoulder. A smile sort of creeping its way to her face as she laughed a little quietly and nervously. “My apologies as well…and believe me I don’t blame you…I’d want to shoot every PSICOM soldier out there.” She admitted sheepishly, though she had a reason to be so hostile against them. When people were trying to shoot you down practically every day of your life, yes…you would grow quite a bit hostile towards them now wouldn’t you? “So…blueprints…mission. Cissnei, Servos said you could get us there pretty easily…since you’re a…Turk was it?” She said glancing at Servos to see if she had remembered correctly, these Gaian terms, she had no idea. Like Turks, ShinRa, SOLDIER, they drew up blanks in her mind.
More ShinRa talk. Who was this…Hojo? And what kind of name was that? Though Repa was the one to talk, her name wasn’t exactly common among most people, in fact, pretty rare. Listening for anything that could clue her in on what was being said, Repa just stood there, blinking at the conversation and the words Cissnei was saying. After a few brief moments of silence from Repa she took in a breath before talking. “So…what’s the plan?” she said looking at Servos first, then Cissnei, to see if anything had come together in either of their minds…a game plan? Something. Words: 689 Muse: Meh, it was okay. Tagged: Servos & Cissnei Notes: Sorry it took awhile to get posted..been crazy busy lately. |
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