Wait, what?
Oh, sorry. I'm Michael. Michael Tapferin. Specialist-Captain of Gjallarhorn's Inspection Bureau.
(extends his arm in greeting for the second time today)
Yuffie doesn't have the best impression of me.
She has spiky needle hair? Does that ring any bells?
"We all fail. We all make mistakes. That is what makes us human."Ehhh, don't take this the wrong way, but I generally divide people into "interesting" and "disinteresting" categories. When you've seen as many lives go by as I have, you start seeing the same kinds of people over and over.
-She shakes the hand-
I'm still figuring out where you lie on that little fence. I'm Alexandra Renée Brokenshire, but you can call me Sandra.
I like your name.
edited 15th Mar '17 2:23:06 AM by SR3NORMANDY
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Take care, Michael. Don't go losing your fragile human soul, those things are a bitch to replace.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Oh, don't worry, I'm not getting an Alaya Vijnana surgery, I'm too old for it anyway.
(Leaves the kitchen and noticed some stairs leading to the basement.)
Hmm, what's down here?
(Stumbles upon the firing range)
... Oh. This is interesting.
"We all fail. We all make mistakes. That is what makes us human."-the man known as Jack was headed downstairs for the kitchen, mostly to fix himself a cup of tea-
-otherwise, he was in deep thought-
-keeping his bandages wrapped up tight around his head, his old and heavy coat showing its' wear, though it was tough leather, weathered to strength-
-though otherwise, there is a man falling from the sky outside, prior accompanied by the sound of a small plane overhead-
-though he looks rather in control of it-
-and opens a parachute- gliding down towards the roof-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-the man lands just as Solomon gets there-
-he's in a suit, but every inch of his skin is covered, his gas mask having tinted lenses, almost opaque from the outside-
-he's just calmly removing his parachute-
-as if there's nothing wrong-
-though there is one thing definitely clear-
-there's a band, like that of a holster, inside his jacket-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-an audible intake of air from the gasmask- ... Good, good...
-he reaches for his jacket, on the side of the holster-
-though he doesn't take out a gun, just a piece of paper to look at it- Good...
-he puts it back away- Have you seen a man in bandages around here?
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

"That's a nice name. I'm Eires."
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