MoonMan
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George continued to sit back for a few minutes, wordlessly watching the waves lap against the shoreline as his ID-SOL companion paddled his way through the roiling waves. "Me an' Lenny never really had the time to take any kinds of vacations," George started suddenly, continuing to look into the distance. "Military paychecks aren't exactly lottery checks, and I've been workin' for them since I hit enrollment age. Lenny too; met him the first day in basic, been buds ever since. Not exactly the brightest star in the galaxy, though."
The Nepleslian leaned back a little more, resting on his shoulder and using the other hand to scrape some of the wet sand off of his damp clothing. He did so almost reluctantly; as if only making the motions for the sake of making them, and not actually for the results. "How's about you? You come here with the other 'Spacers on some foreign exchange with Captain Dream? Think the first time I saw you two was on the NSS Banning, right?"
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The fight happening in the long hallways of the resort had starting drawing a small crowd of onlookers, all of whom were staying a safe distance away from the gaggle of brawlers. Some of the shop owners had left the safety of their counters and stood in the doorways of their stores, while other Cirrus Station researchers and securitymen alike stood on the sidelines. A couple of the hotel personnel were also standing by, a few off them looking as though they meant to intervene...but quickly lost their nerve, opting to run to the front desk to inform the Lobby Clerks.
The man Noboru had scraped with the shard of pottery recoiled a bit, grasping at the scratch but still remaining quite determined. As his foe began to approach the Yamataian, however, Noboru would quickly find himself in a bind. The other Nepleslian, thought to be resting quite soundly in a pile of dirt, had regained his bearings and maneuvered behind Noboru, locking underneath the Yamataians arms while his comrade advance. Luckily for Noboru, however, Abeck took the opportunity to press an attack on the recently-cut adversary, sinking a hefty side-kick into the man's upper body and quickly pursuing as his opponent reeled backwards, leaving Noboru on his own to break the hold upon him.
Stovaa's fight with the other ID-SOL seemed to be garnering a lot more attention than Abeck's and Noboru's, however. The earth-shattering tombstone drop Stovaa had performed caught his foe by surprise; apparently he wasn't too used to others being able to halt his bull rush, let alone lift him up. After he landed with a hefty thud, the ID-SOL rolled to the side griping at the back of his head...but it wasn't long before he growled a medicinal grunt of frustration, beating a bare fist against the tiled floor and rising, beginning to advance upon Stovaa with his two massive fists raised. The ID-SOL was, much like Stovaa, sporting a smile as he approached. A good fight was, after all, something most ID-SOLs relished when facing opponents.
When he was in range, the ID-SOL took a swing; a stunning right hook as the crowd gasped in anticipation.
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As Claire clasped Cassefin's wrists against the table, the Head Administrator's head jerked upwards with a loud, exasperated gasp of surprise. Most of Claire's sultry words fell upon ears much more interested in wrenching their wrists out of the woman's grasp than comprehending the meaning. As hard as she tried, though, Cassefin could not pull herself away from Claire's hold, persisting until Claire released and backed away.
From her new position, Claire could clearly see Cassefin's face as the Head Administrator recoiled, her seat scooting a little away from the table, and stared at her with a gaze more shaken than angered. More pressing, however, were Cassefin's eyes; red and very moist, having apparently been so long before Claire's arrival from the looks of them. The fiery-haired Head Administrator must have realized her appearance was not very secretive about her current mood, as she quickly pawed at her eyes with the back of her hand...unsuccessfully.
"Y-you! W-what do you want?!" Cassefin blurted out, doing her best to cover her shaken demeanor with a facade of irritability.
The Nepleslian leaned back a little more, resting on his shoulder and using the other hand to scrape some of the wet sand off of his damp clothing. He did so almost reluctantly; as if only making the motions for the sake of making them, and not actually for the results. "How's about you? You come here with the other 'Spacers on some foreign exchange with Captain Dream? Think the first time I saw you two was on the NSS Banning, right?"
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The fight happening in the long hallways of the resort had starting drawing a small crowd of onlookers, all of whom were staying a safe distance away from the gaggle of brawlers. Some of the shop owners had left the safety of their counters and stood in the doorways of their stores, while other Cirrus Station researchers and securitymen alike stood on the sidelines. A couple of the hotel personnel were also standing by, a few off them looking as though they meant to intervene...but quickly lost their nerve, opting to run to the front desk to inform the Lobby Clerks.
The man Noboru had scraped with the shard of pottery recoiled a bit, grasping at the scratch but still remaining quite determined. As his foe began to approach the Yamataian, however, Noboru would quickly find himself in a bind. The other Nepleslian, thought to be resting quite soundly in a pile of dirt, had regained his bearings and maneuvered behind Noboru, locking underneath the Yamataians arms while his comrade advance. Luckily for Noboru, however, Abeck took the opportunity to press an attack on the recently-cut adversary, sinking a hefty side-kick into the man's upper body and quickly pursuing as his opponent reeled backwards, leaving Noboru on his own to break the hold upon him.
Stovaa's fight with the other ID-SOL seemed to be garnering a lot more attention than Abeck's and Noboru's, however. The earth-shattering tombstone drop Stovaa had performed caught his foe by surprise; apparently he wasn't too used to others being able to halt his bull rush, let alone lift him up. After he landed with a hefty thud, the ID-SOL rolled to the side griping at the back of his head...but it wasn't long before he growled a medicinal grunt of frustration, beating a bare fist against the tiled floor and rising, beginning to advance upon Stovaa with his two massive fists raised. The ID-SOL was, much like Stovaa, sporting a smile as he approached. A good fight was, after all, something most ID-SOLs relished when facing opponents.
When he was in range, the ID-SOL took a swing; a stunning right hook as the crowd gasped in anticipation.
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As Claire clasped Cassefin's wrists against the table, the Head Administrator's head jerked upwards with a loud, exasperated gasp of surprise. Most of Claire's sultry words fell upon ears much more interested in wrenching their wrists out of the woman's grasp than comprehending the meaning. As hard as she tried, though, Cassefin could not pull herself away from Claire's hold, persisting until Claire released and backed away.
From her new position, Claire could clearly see Cassefin's face as the Head Administrator recoiled, her seat scooting a little away from the table, and stared at her with a gaze more shaken than angered. More pressing, however, were Cassefin's eyes; red and very moist, having apparently been so long before Claire's arrival from the looks of them. The fiery-haired Head Administrator must have realized her appearance was not very secretive about her current mood, as she quickly pawed at her eyes with the back of her hand...unsuccessfully.
"Y-you! W-what do you want?!" Cassefin blurted out, doing her best to cover her shaken demeanor with a facade of irritability.
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