(@Einar) Irvine: Demons? No. Those are mostly natural. Giant insects, maneater plants and such. If you wanna see a real demon, ask our Commander to show you his second Guardian Force, heh.
(@Roy) Irvine: Differs. Most of them can be brought down by a well-placed slash or bullet, heh. By the way... ~points at the holster on Roy's waist~ Is this babe custom-made?
(@Naomi;Quartz;Asagi) Irvine: Well, yeah, it's a flying school with activities, classes, training rooms, that kinda stuff. Though SeeDs are mercs, so most of our disciplines are martially-inclined. ... Though we're also taught stuff like natural sciences, languages. And dancing. But don't say anything about dancing in front of the Commander. ~chuckles mischievously~
Roy: "Yep, made it myself. Six shot plasma revolver that kicks like a rifle. Made from from the best metals in the galactic market. I can also make it golden so it bust through armor. I call it Jackpot."
edited 8th Jan '17 5:41:00 PM by MrKirb
(@Naomi) Irvine: Hmm... How old are you? Eh, sorry, a gentleman shouldn't ask a lady things like that, but still.
(@Asagi) Irvine: That's the spirit. At least not when he's angry. He's funny when he's embarrassed. ~wink wink, thumbs up~
(@Quartz) Irvine: "Wrong with dancing" is that he's horrible at it. He has managed to pull off some moves, but only unintentionally and when pressed. Else - nope.
(@Roy) Irvine: Impressive. I'm into gunsmithing too. Modified Exeter myself. ~shows his shotgun, which is made of weird greyish alloy with blue-steel sheen and looks like it's designed to endure wear from high-powered slugs~ Saved my back more than once.
(@Claire) Irvine: Hehe, caliber doesn't matter as much as how good a shot you are. And... what's "Je-no-va"?
(@Naomi) Irvine: Hm, I see. Two years older than the upper end of SeeD application age range. Still glad to see you here as the external aid nonetheless.
(@Roy) Irvine: Don't know, those get jammed too often for my tastes. Once got stuck with a jammed LA rifle amidst a bunch of Cactuars. That was lotsa needles. ~scratches a patch of tiny prick-scars on his wrist~
Naomi: ...
Hm. Not sure if you're from my dimension, though.
Or universe. Brane? Whatever they call them.
Do you know of a planet named Sif? Agriworld, orbits Altair.
edited 8th Jan '17 6:24:41 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."(@Naomi;Asagi) Irvine: Nope, 19's the maximal. One can apply for a license since they're 15 years old and retry up until they're 19. 20 and on - you can't. Since 5 and on you live and train in the Garden, and normally folks undertake their exams at 17. There are prodigies, though - like Quistie over there. Not only did she become a SeeD at 15, she's got qualified as an Instructor before she turned 18. So - yeah, usually we start wandering around and killing people since we're underage. Has its upsides and drawbacks.
(@Claire) Irvine: Oh, interesting. So do soldiers follow these rules globally or? Seems like a good way to reduce casualties, but dunno how can it catch on in practice. And.. is your planet really called simply like one of our spells and elements? That seems... Minimalistic, dunno.
(@Roy) Irvine: A stray cartrige failed to get ejected.
edited 8th Jan '17 6:27:50 PM by TheRiddleOfCards

Roy: "First thing comes to mind night now, how tough these monsters are?"
edited 8th Jan '17 5:23:32 PM by MrKirb