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Fantasy Reaper: Reboot

James stood still with his threads continuing to form the armor. He looked at Kirsa and then at Xillia. 'Women. I guess the world has really ended.' He thought to himself as the threads slowly stopped and started to retract.
 
Instead of going back into a state of meditation, Cam began to simply pace around the room slowly, giving looks to each and every one of the people as he had continued to walk.
 
[QUOTE="A Y U]She approached the group, her expression held no emotion as she looked over the group with a judgmental gaze. Kirsa glanced around again and let out a subtle sigh. "Where is Squad 3?" She grumbled. ( Whoops. )

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Revnoir scowled, raising his hand slightly. "That would be my squad." He ignored the look James gave the girls, having an idea of what he thought of them but not quite sure of it. His focus moved to Kirsa again.
 
James shook his head and took a few steps back, leaning against the wall next to the entrance of the base. "Does anyone here know about the head of the base?" He asked, wanting to know more.
 
Kirsa took a glance at Revnoir. Eyeing him, giving him a good up and down before letting out a scoff. She looked away, leaning on her sword as the tip poked at the ground. The weapon surely was long, probably looked way to heavy for such a thin girl like her. Kirsa shifted her gaze over to a bench, her long hair falling from her shoulders as she made her to way to his direction but stopped short a few feet.
 
"Well I have to meet the highest person in command so I know where every order comes from. War doesn't need one man but it requires a group with good communication." James said.
 
Shinohara said:
"Well I have to meet the highest person in command so I know where every order comes from. War doesn't need one man but it requires a group with good communication." James said.
Xillia smiled towards James. "Nobody is allowed to see Scourge without special permission, but only the high ranked officials get that permission.

[QUOTE="A Y U]Kirsa took a glance at Revnoir. Eyeing him, giving him a good up and down before letting out a scoff. She looked away, leaning on her sword as the tip poked at the ground. The weapon surely was long, probably looked way to heavy for such a thin girl like her. Kirsa shifted her gaze over to a bench, her long hair falling from her shoulders as she made her to way to his direction but stopped short a few feet.

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Revnoir frowned. She scoffed at him? "In case you haven't noticed, you're late."
 
Cam remained silent, straightening out his long, black trench coat every once and a while as he quietly thought to himself, 'Damn, people here are as weird as hell from what I've gathered so far...'
 
[QUOTE="Umbra Regalia] Revnoir frowned. She scoffed at him? "In case you haven't noticed, you're late."

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"And?" She scowled at him, shifting her weight to one leg as she folded her arms across her chest.
 
[QUOTE="A Y U]"And?" She scowled at him, shifting her weight to one leg as she folded her arms across her chest.

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"And I don't take kindly to late Recruits." He growled aggressively, holding his Threads back again with all his energy. He seemed to be the worst with controlling his anger.
 
"What an introduction this is." Jack thought to himself staring at them all. He knew he shouldn't have come, they all seem like emotional freaks.
 
Kirsa frowned at the growl, pulling her sword out halfway as she stood in a battle stance. "Well, I'm sorry. I think the recruits being late isn't the real issue. You won't die if we're late, or will you?" She retorted.
 
James sighed and looked up at the roof for a moment before looking through the room at the people in there. His eyes laid for a few moments longer on the girls than on the rest of the people.
 
Cam became a bit agitated with Revnoir due to the fact that he kept calling everyone "recruits". He didn't know why. He may have been quite new, but had the small idea in his head that he could wipe everyone out in this room with a thought.
 
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Mashoon walks threw the door, then looks around at all the people talking. " Revnoir is it, I heard you were my squad leader from some noise brats out side." He walked over to were she is and stands beside her. "So what happened, anything important I should now?" He looked at her waiting for response.


( Sorry i got on late i was taking a ju jitsu class.)
 
(Mashoon... Revnoir is a guy xD ) Revnoir quickly moved his focus from Kirsa to Mashoon, wishing he could just walk away and sit in his office or something and do the paperwork every Squad Leader was assigned for Recruits. "That you're also late. Why the fuck is everyone late?" The last sentence was mainly to himself, his anger only boiling more and more as the seconds crawled by.
 
"Why do you give a shit if we're slightly late?" Jack suddenly said. "Nothing's happened besides you all arguing, so I don't see any difference if we were early."
 
"Maybe because you were too early. Timing is important." James commented, still switching his rifles firing mode.
 
Kirsa rolled her eyes and pushed her weapon back in, folding her arms. "He makes it sound like the world will end if we're late.."
 
He was extremely tempted to send fire threads flying towards James, utterly pissed with the constant 'click' noise he heard. He fell back down onto the leather couch and let out a deep sigh, awaiting the orders or whatever was supposed to be accomplished.
 
Revnoir let out a sigh. "Nobody here realizes the importance of being on time, it seems. Here, story time." He started, glaring at everyone in turn. "One day, there was a Weaver. They were late to the base and didn't have a proper excuse. They got their fingers chopped off and were never late again!"
 
"This is bullshit..." He accidentally muttered his own thoughts, extremely bored at the constant arguments between what seemed to be children. Cam was never necessarily afraid of anyone, even the highest level weavers, but knew when to keep his mouth shut, most of the time.
 
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"I guess they didn't need their blood fingers but you better keep your hands of my fingers or we'll have bullet holes around the walls." James said, sounding quite pissed off now.
 

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