[b][color=goldenrod]Name:[/color][/b] Rowen Tuesti
[b][color=goldenrod]Role:[/color][/b] SOLDIER 3
[b][color=goldenrod]Location:[/color][/b] Bone Village
[b][color=goldenrod]Tag:[/color][/b] [@Karl Kadaver] [@Renny]

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The house was staring at him.

Well, more accurately, the massive skull that served as the house’s roof looked like it was staring at him. But still, it was a bit unsettling.

Rowen blinked a few times as he realized his attention had drifted away from the task at hand yet again, and did his best to refocus on standing guard. His eyes swept across the dusty village, quickly picking up on the agitated looks of the Shinra scientists and equally on edge pacing from his SOLDIER compatriots. Not that Rowen could blame them, as they had come here expecting action, but were being subjected to an insufferably long hours of looking for ghosts instead. The tedium hadn’t quite worn out Rowen’s patience, but it was getting a bit difficult to keep himself from naming these strange looking houses.

The sound of a tent flap opening helped to keep Rowen from doing just that, as his eyes fell on the figure of his illustrious squad leader.  Even though he was some distance away, he could tell Lapin wasn’t pleased with how things were going, as evidenced by the sigh she let out.

White hair spilled out of his helmet as the young man removed the clunky thing, cradling it by his side as he headed towards the dark haired commander.  The soft sounds of his footfalls were all but lost in the hum of activity that engulfed the tiny village. But with Lapin being Lapin, Rowen would not have been surprised if she could hear his approach.

[color=goldenrod]”Let me guss,”[/color] Rowen nonchalantly began as he took his place next to Lapin, eyes still scanning the village just in case AVALANCHE decided that they did in fact want to play. [color=goldenrod]”The lab coats found what they were looking for and are just over the moon with their appreciation for our help.”[/color] There was a small bit of playfulness to the heavy helping of sarcasm in his tone, a testament of the familiarity between the two. After all, they had known each other since they were kids, even if they were prone to driving each other up a wall more often than not.

[color=goldenrod]”So on a scale of 1 to 10, how’d I do teach?”[/color]