[h2] Griff [/h2]

Griff had been so wrapped up in his many thoughts. Thought. That he had almost entered the wrong room, having raised his head quickly enough to see Serah, Stella, Sparks and Minerva all in the same room. Would Rhylaen had been there aswell then that room might have been the most dangerous room for him to be in. 

Sure he knew he could probably take each one of them down in a wrestling match, probably even Minerva. But the moment he had thought on issuing such a challenge he was once again remembering the great incident. He had to make sure to never let that happen again. Despite his loss to Minerva at his own hobby, and having been A BIT rash with dealing with Serah catching him after the lockerroom incident. His warrior pride had not been damaged. Perhaps the ancient martial arts masters were looking down at him from heaven. 

Then it struck him. What is considered as heaven in space? 

His pattern of thinking was interupted by his actual mock battle team. He had not much of an idea what Aurora, Arrish or Mema-Ka was suggesting, at specific moments he thought he could heard the sounds of water hitting a beach. His curiousity of ever visiting a sea had made him look up how it sounds like. 

Mema-Ka. He thought that guy had a funny name, and whenever that young man spoke it made Griff feel like he wanted to go sleep. 

They had besides the obvious clone been assigned what Griff considered to be a cool guy. Why else would someone wear such an outfit, then his approval rating dropped when he realized his machine was another stealth one. 

The blond grabbed unto his head and hair distraught. Where were their warrior pride? Sure Elora had it on her machine too, but she was like his appeentice! Well at least he felt they had that relationship. 

He definitely filled the senpai role! 

Griff decided to stand up. 

[b] "After careful con- thought, I think good things have probably been said! I wish to welcome Mema-Ka and Jake to Team A! A stand for awesomer! Allright whose eager to kick some ass?!" [/b] Griff raised his hand and tightened it into a fist. 

[b] "Allright we all know the plan! The masterplan! Get out there and hit them fast and hard! They never see that coming! Get out there and kick their rears out of the stimulation machines! I am calling dibs on Minnie and Sparkles! 

Don't you worry Elora, after I defeat them both I am gonna go after -his- evil twin clone. Gonna make sashimi out of that squid! Then we can go celebrate eating some squid and watch some bodybuilding videos! Oh and for you rookies! I am Griffith Burnhardt! But you guys can call me The Griff! Oh and before I forget! Can we see your face Jake?  The curiousity is killing me!" [/b] 

Griff remained standing with his blue eyes watching and smiling to his team, up until he came up to Rhylaen, where he gave a frown. But he thought he could hear Minervas voice. 

[i]'Stop being a deadweight with your racism.'[/i] 

He was a man of his word. Crap. This would sting. 

[b]" Ahem. Right and we also have a Turr.. Terrainian on our team, despite appearances this one is not a Cruxi spy, assassin or kidnapper. I know right? So uhh... no racism? I guess? Right so lets go out there and kick some ass and then prep to kick some alien ass! No offense." [/b] He threw a glance to Rhylaen last. With a pouting face. He felt a surge of worry, what if Rhylaen would take advantage of his promise to Minerva and make fun of him, or worse yet hit on him. He had seen enough movies to know they kidnapped humans then they come back pregnant.