Re: [Pre Phase: Mission 5] Operation Midwinter
An exasperated sigh rolled off Mu'Tasim's lips as he caught sight 3rd Squadron's Szemis mouthing to the infamous Khiyai. The mechanist was not someone to be argued with, especially considering that her stubbornness rivaled that of a fortress wall. The thought of stopping them did cross his mind, but then again, the mechanists had a strange knack for discipline when it came to applying their engineering equipment to the body. So, he decided to stand-by and watch the situation develop, until Zus came forth to meet him again.
He chuckled a bit at her playful attitude. The two of them couldn't have had more differences between themselves. Zus was always off and about merry and playful, flying free over the miniscule problems that bothered normal people. Oh, how Mu'Tasim envied such a free-heart. Compared to her, he seemed like a statuesque old man, appearing sincere and consolidated. The Temple Guard crossed his arms, and smiled further.
"No, nothing more than the usual." he shifted his weight on his other foot, "Why? Have people been pasting notes on your locker, too?"
An exasperated sigh rolled off Mu'Tasim's lips as he caught sight 3rd Squadron's Szemis mouthing to the infamous Khiyai. The mechanist was not someone to be argued with, especially considering that her stubbornness rivaled that of a fortress wall. The thought of stopping them did cross his mind, but then again, the mechanists had a strange knack for discipline when it came to applying their engineering equipment to the body. So, he decided to stand-by and watch the situation develop, until Zus came forth to meet him again.
He chuckled a bit at her playful attitude. The two of them couldn't have had more differences between themselves. Zus was always off and about merry and playful, flying free over the miniscule problems that bothered normal people. Oh, how Mu'Tasim envied such a free-heart. Compared to her, he seemed like a statuesque old man, appearing sincere and consolidated. The Temple Guard crossed his arms, and smiled further.
"No, nothing more than the usual." he shifted his weight on his other foot, "Why? Have people been pasting notes on your locker, too?"