Cloud·Strife

Cloud·Strife

OOC: Actually, Cloud left you standing in the hallway leading to the meeting room. I'll attempt to have up a post tomorrow, if you feel it's such a drastic matter.

As a side note, don't forget our tournament match we still have to finish. Tried to remind you today, guess you weren't around.

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Sinful's words rolled off his tounge with a bit too much elegance, perhaps a practiced speech of some sorts. Did it fuel the fire within? Of course it did, this man sitting here, making claims which had never been true in the first place, and attempting to drag the legacy which he'd worked so hard t...

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OOC: Yes, swamped. Several wars, plus the evolution of a clan. Go figure. IC The seats were taken, seats that had long been absent, now replaced with what was left of the old, and even more of the newer generation. Yes, the generation, something to speak of in the coming moments, something a bit cl...

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The message sounded, given barely a batting of an eyelash as Cloud placed his battle scarred hands against the couch. Sleep, what a brilliant neccessity for the human body. Although, it had also been the downfall of many....somewhere down the line. Nevertheless, Cloud lifted himself from the couch t...

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At least you can access the Tux chat, it won't let me in.

For reference...Derek hre.

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Cloud halted in his tracks, turning back once more to cast his gaze upon his former student. "Why have I returned to the dread of piloting? Adding more blood to these already staind hands?", dropping his head into a bow, he brought a gloved hand upwards to run through the length of his gol...

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"I hear it's rather hard to kill someone who's already 'dead'.", dropping his palms against his knees, he lifted his form from atop of the couch. Arms extended, Cloud pivoted his body about to stretch the muscles of his back as he wished he could retain the once towering posture he'd had. ...

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Wear and tear had taken it's toil against the ravaged form of the older pilot. The couch, nearly torn apart by age as well, was comfortable enough....Almost as it had been before, back when the thriving business that was once the }{G's base Hangar still prepared mobile suits. Always a price....Yes, ...

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Even before the A.I. kicked to life, Cloud knew it's response, almost by heart, "Unknown mobile suit located, weapon drawn.....Standard beam saber.." Dipping his head forwards, he nodded, "Acknowledged, acctivate the exterior energy modules and begin the charging of the short term thr...

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Beads of sweat gathered across his forehead as the temperature rose. The atmospheric breakthrough shredded through the additional armor, acceptable, twas it's purpose. With alarms blaring throughout the panoramic cockpit, Cloud was thrust forwards against the harness of the cockpit seat. Recovering ...

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Seems you haven't quite got the best explination of Turnbased. It's relatively the same thing as T1, except they base it here on the forum instead of a chat. Gives writers more time to establish a decent counter or dodge for whatever attack was issued. You get the idea, no need for me to explain all...

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Shwaa, I didn't need an excuse to enjoy sex. Although, it's somethin' pretty nifty to explain durin' the cigarette smokin'. Opens up room for the third round, if ya' know what I mean. (Apparantly, you don't Eric.)

No offence, Eric's gf who's name I can't remember.....>.>...

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The trip across L4 was a short one, crowded with police and mobile armors, nothing more than a nuisance. Taking it's mammoth steps across L4, for fear of burning everyone alive behind him if he dared activated the massive verniers that seemed to line the back of Iness EX, his destination was set ahe...

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"Hah, that's thirty!", he smiled as he spoke, the wrinkled countors of his face billowing. "God damnit Jack, I don't see why I play you anymore...", an equally pair of old hands fell atop of his remaining dominos. Staring at the preplayed game, attempting to decipher his next mov...

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Stirring sheepishly against the bartop, Cloud nursed the half empty Corona in hand. The creaking of old bones announced his movement as he rightened his posture atop of the rickety stool. With a gentle tip, the soft clanking of the glass was almost unheard while the remnants of the imported beer dri...

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Gentle snores arose as Cloud laid, reclined in his worn leather chair with his feet propped atop of his desk. With the paper appearing to breathe through his own breaths, he laid lost in a void as light washed the almost barren room in a pale light. Breaking through the evening quiet, several explo...

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His fingers gently tapped against the bartop as he stared at the screen blankly. It was giving some type of broadcast, yet he wasn't paying attention. Instead, his thoughts wandered, as they always did. The kids these days, laughable. Fight fight fight, was anything ever planned? Didn't really matt...

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