[color=fff200][b][h2] Griff [/h2][/b][/color]


Again. It had happened again. Well at least this time he didn't punch the superior, fell over the captain's wife, entered the wrong shower room or broke a computer by slamming it's screen too many times with his helmet. Though in his own defense the computer was already broken, how else would it have refused to do his commands. He clearly clicked on the music file once and it didn't play. Some cheeky bastard, some underhanded nerd told him that he was supposed to double-click it. Griff had explained back then that he only double-tapped with weaponry or when trying to get two sodas out of the vending machine for the price of one.

His stay this time had been limited to approximately an hour, just enough time to go through his warm-up training for the day. It was by far a much better time to build up muscles than sit and get fed information about some weird bug creatures. They were bugs right? For a moment he stopped and pondered then gave a shrug, in the end it didn't matter what race they were, if they were going to mess with his team they were going down. He wasn't a racist after all, to him all creatures opposing humankind were legal targets to getting their asses kicked. Though if it were a bug person. It would no doubt allow for a harder kick. For a moment he thought he could see Minerva's face and her words came back to him. It caused him to grit his teeth and he tried to get his mind elsewhere, he decided to distract himself by imagining Minerva's abs. For a moment be felt heat on his face.

[color=fff200][i]'Stupid! Stupid weightlifting!'[/i][/color] He mentally lamented as he thought back on his insufferable defeat in the gym, even if performing better than Serah in Ken's lesson and beating Arrish aswell had made his mood much better. Then again. He didn't tell Ken that he thought his Star Fist style was inferior to his own boxing style. The best kind of kung-fu as far as he was concerned. But Ken was a big muscular hulk of a guy, he probably spent years training to get that beefy. Griff however felt a bit of pity. [color=fff200][i]'To train so many years for a bad fighting style! Pfft! The only spirit you need in battle is the fighting spirit! Not some stupid medi- whatever the heck that stupid stuff were.'[/i][/color] He shook his head quickly as he made his way down the corridors, heading to his private room where he had secretly stashed one of the training dummies, even taking the liberty to use a hammer to hammer the screws into the floor. Screwdriver? Who needed such a thing. He was a strong young man, when in doubt… smash.

But he had already trained for now, he realized this was a good time to go to the showers and wash himself. He brought his bag with some clothes for change and a towel. He walked down the corridors and thought of the time passed since first arriving to the massive ship. Arrish had proven to be... according to Griff, a very simple minded man who only had one thing on his mind. Women. The blond shook his head. They were the bane of every male warrior no doubt, he wouldn't be caught in such a trap- Then again. He did realize that the greatest warriors in history had offspring. How did that happen unless? Shit. Maybe Arrish was unto something after all. And by the looks of it, the glasses wearing menace in the red hair had already asked out Elora on a date.

Griff pondered about it as he approached the two doors with the not commonly missed depictions that separated the women and the men's showers from each other. He rubbed his eyes abit, that reading session had really made him sleepy, pouring some water over his head would surely wake him up. The scent of the showers reached his nose as he went ahead and undressed in the locker room, putting his dirty clothing into a separate bag, flinging his towel over his shoulder.

Arrish seemed the type to be more into the Lieutenant types, but perhaps Griff had been too quick in casting judgement. Had be been rash? Him of all people? Perhaps for once he had been. Elora was easy on the eyes. Griff could agree on that. He nodded his head as he wandered into the shower room, hanging up his towel on a hook. He was alone there. Great. That meant no chatterbox of a person would talk his ears off, some people just had no idea when to be quiet.
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'Elora'[/i][/color] Griff thought as he added some shampoo to his hair. She had been a kind one, and was someone he could get along with. He liked her. She was cute. Though admitting that to her would make him a target for Arrish and make that guy smug about being right. That such a thing would happen. It might be too much to bear. Although Elora were no doubt a warrior-in-training unlike a true warrior like himself for certain! Unless she had some hidden skills that had evaded the sometimes perceptive blond. Minerva had more of a warrior style, she was pretty well trained and even beat him at- No. He had to cleanse his memory of the tragedy. He ruffled his own hair with the shampoo in anger.

But what if every warrior needed a legacy? He entered dangerous territory thinking of Minerva. If he would combine his genes with hers they could give rise to some super duper pilot probably and martial art champion and probably win any weightlifting tournament. Wasn't there some stupid bug creature that ate the male counterpart after-? His mind wandered when he was brought out from it by some sounds in the distance. It sounded like giggles and... voices belonging to a kind of creature he knew well enough to be dangerous. Had they made the walls between the shower rooms of lousy Terrain-ian made materials? 

Oh no. Oh no indeed. He had rubbed his eyes in the corridor leading into the rooms and in his moment of self-reflection and greater understanding, the minor detail that was separating picking the right choice from the wrong had led him down a pathway few warriors of his kind ever returned from unscathed.

[color=fff200][i]'Shiiiiiiiit! I entered the wrong shower room! Oh crap! Crap crap crap! Someone is on their way here!'[/i][/color] His warrior senses of preservation and perserverence kicked in, he lunged for one of the few solo-showers which had a thin door and lock for them. He hurried inside and closed the door. Phew! He had dodged a bullet but this wasn't a moment to lower his guard. Shit! His towel hung on the hook out there so he couldn't make use of his acting skills to pretend to be a stupid girl! [color=fff200][i]'Damn it! How did this happen? I have to get out of here before someone notices. But how?! Wait. This is also an opportunity to eavesdrop. Maybe those girls are actually into my Framewerk more than Luvey Duvey's? Hah! That information would surely shatter him!'[/i][/color] The blond plotted in the "brig" for the second time of the day.