[centre] [h3][color=c4df9b]~Ramses Reinholdt~[/color][/h3] Whoa... This was happening. This was happening. This was actually fucking happening. He was actua- Ramses slightly tensed up. The sloppy looking fuck in front of him got pulled out of line. The ‘Badians patted him down, then checked his bag. And apparently they didn’t like what they found. They dragged the guy off to a nearby alley. But there wasn’t any time to play the hero. He was next to go through the checkpoint. He was expecting some sort of trouble, but...well he got lucky. The soldier that checked his (rather well done false) paperwork and identification gave him a sort of pitying look. It took a moment for the gentle giant to register what was going on but… Fuckin’ Xerox. Ramses was still a woman. And bald. And, honestly, he still looked a bit rough from the boozed up night. He wasn’t so dense as to not see what the dude was thinking. A little bit miffed at the pity but...well, if it was going to get him a golden ticket to the train station, who was he to complain? Ramses hammed it up. Holding a pained expression as the soldier handed back the papers and waved him/her through. It went pretty quickly, and the guy didn’t even search his bag. Which was good. Ramses didn’t have many ways to explain the broken down military grade rifle in the purple and blue backpack. Well, not many that didn’t end with a revolver in someone’s face. As the young dome head marched through the makeshift checkpoint, s/he couldn’t help but feel some combination of excitement and doubt rush over him/her. He had been selected to join the field team. It was horrible, yeah. He was replacing a SeeD that was either broken beyond repair, or...well… But he was in. Which he wasn’t expecting. Honestly, he had already resigned himself to scrubbing toilets under the cruel reign of Yoko Ono the Maleficent. Or even being put on the bus so to speak. So when the a warlord approached him with orders to head to Deling… Fuck. His first REAL assignment. And all he had to do was... Double fuck. Ramses managed to calm himself down, and continued onwards. Next stop? Train station. [hr] Lady luck must have had a thing for him that day. Ramses had managed to dodge the next few checkpoints due to aggression between the soldiers and civilians. Everyone was on edge. It didn’t surprise him much though. After last night, the Galbadians were bound to bring down the hammer. And the citizens of Timber would be the ones to suffer it. Tensions would be high for a while. If this mission didn’t succeed… A pungent smell slammed into Ramses, pulling him from his worried thoughts. He had finally made it to Car C area. He looked around. Lerwick. Probably. S/He was smoking. Ramses wrinkled his/her nose. He never was much of a fan of that particular type of smoke. He preferred the nonspecial kind. But hey, to each his own. Xerox, the little chucklefuck, was there too. Unlike some of the others, Ramses wasn’t exactly miffed about having his uh...plumbing reworked. Well, not when he learned that is was just temporary. It sure as hell made this part of the job easier. Though he did make a mental note about being a bit more careful getting drunk around Frankenstein Jr- aw, who was he kidding? The kid was a riot. And a genius. Way too much fun to avoid. Then there was...uhm...well, someone familiar. Ramses had seen the guy before the drinking started. That was about it, though. He knew fuckall about the dude. But if he was here, he had to be someone useful. Useful. Ramses silently gulped then walked off to stand a little bit away from the trio. He had to prove himself this mission. He had to show he could be useful, otherwise...well, he knew where the Ono the Terrible would put him… He shook his head and gazed out his own window. All he had to do was get on the train. That was all that was left. He’d avoid the others for now. Drawing too much attention wouldn’t exactly be the brightest idea. Nope. For now, he wasn’t a SeeD. If anybody asked, he was just Rachel Washington, a fisherwoman waiting for the train to Deling City where she was to meet with a specialist about her rather horrible, life threatening disease. … Well, hopefully nobody would ask. [/centre]