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Already, the small group clustering around Jean and Isaac were chattering like sparrows. Not that she minded; she loved how lively they were. When she joined, she heard stories about how seasoned soldiers were bitter and showed little to no emotion. There were some soldiers mingling along with them, soldiers twice her age, who glowered at her with a mixture of sourness and pity. Paloma perked up when Jean addressed her directly, making her fluster slightly under his wink. Oh yeah. They didn't salute them. Well, now she looked dumb. At least no one really seemed to mind. She hoped she wouldn't make any other mistakes. If she did, then the results would probably be much more serious. Cooling her blood, she returned his smile, holding herself at ease and prepared to speak again.

That was, until Lieutenant Middleton began to rally everyone together. Automatically, her cheeriness diminished slightly. It was time. Nevertheless, the girl kept her smile, bobbing her head as she followed Jean and the rest of their squad to the frontlines.

Oh God, what's that smell? Paloma wrinkled her nose at the stench. She had lived on a farm, but this was much worse than what she was used to. Cows, horses, and sheep all ate grass, and so their waste didn't smell all bad. The stench that plagued the trench was horrid. It turned her stomach, and she knew she had to either hold her breath or try her best to withstand it. Quietly, she placed herself next to Jean, noticing that Isaac was nearby as well. That was good. She liked both of them, even though they were Darcsen. Goes to show that a person could be great, no matter where they were from.

Everything was quiet. Paloma felt the tension riddle the air. Under the veil of coldness and rain and the blank stares of the senior soldiers, she found her limbs growing numb. She ran her thumb over her gun to keep herself calm. Her attention was peaked by Jean's rambling. The poor guy already seemed to be stressing the hell out. I mean, she was, too, but at least she was trying her best to control it. It looked like he was going to lose his lunch before the fight even started.

"Everything's gonna be fine, Jean! Like Isaac said," she reached out, lightly patting him on the back. "We're gonna go out there, kick some ass, then get back and have ourselves a great dinner! Besides, it can't be all that bad, right?"

Yeah. Cause the sound of gunfire and the stench of death certainly wasn't "that bad". Paloma mentally cringed away from what she said. But on the outside, she kept her smile on her lips, watching Jean and Isaac. The less they stress, the better...

Interacting with: Michael [@Conscripts], Jean [@LetMeDoStuff], Isaac [@FalloutJack], Jonnie [@Rigmarole], Britta [@Symphoni]

Quietly, Paloma watched as Michael cleaned her weapon. The way he did it was so interesting; it was nice to see how everyone had their own way of cleaning a gun. But the way he did it was quicker than she did. Tipping her head slightly to the side, she was pleased to see the sapper was nice enough, although a little quiet. And a little small... he had to be a little younger than she was. But she was pretty young. So he was fifteen? Maybe...

Michael was done, and Paloma realized he had asked a question. "A-ah, yeah, I guess I am!" she looked down at her sleeve as if to reassure herself. Then, she turned back to Michael, smiling brightly. "I guess we both gotta impress the big guys, Jean and Issac, right?"

Speaking of which... she still hadn't introduced herself to them. Neither had Michael. Standing on the tips of her toes, she took the gun from Michael and motioned towards the lance corporals. "We should probably head over and see what everyone else is up to. Who knows, maybe there's a special kind of strategy the lance corporals are giving out!" she chimed as she walked toward them.

Wow, that was quite the crowd that was gathering around them. Not that she actually minded. It was nice to see how many different faces there were. Smiling, she walked over to Isaac, Jean, and the rest, keeping her back straight and her eyes bright as she approached them. "Paloma Violetta at your service, Lance Corporal Black and Lance Corporal Charpentier!" she gave the two men a salute. The girl held the salute for only a moment until she saw one of the other soldiers holding a book. "I heard someone talk about poetry as I came over here. It's nice to have a writer around!" she smiled broader. "Isn't poetry kinda like music? Back at home, we didn't have a lot of poets... but I heard talk of them from my Ma!"

Interacting with: Castiel [@Solace], Fae [@Sarcelle Renard], Cyrus [@BlackDragonSol]

Zephyr's burst of wind did well to silence. At least, L'aruh thought so. The woman's ears flattened against her head as the Quicksand slowly cleared out, watching as most people involved in the quarrel had had their fill. Chairs and tables had been knocked over, both in the light gale and the past fight. Her Carbuncle padded back over to her, its tiny paws clicking against the hardened floor. At least it passed... and the guy with the sword didn't have the chance to cleave someone in half. She was tired and weary from the day already, and the celebrations still hadn't started up. Seven hells, she didn't even know how she was going to get her money back. She was sure the person who ran the Quicksand didn't even want to help her at this point. Her eyes watched as a Lalafell emerged from behind the desk, grumbling and cursing as she pushed a table back up onto its feet. Sighing, L'aruh forced herself to relax, her eyes roaming towards the upset Hyur and the Elezen standing next to him. What kind of idiot just decides to unsheathe a monster of a weapon..?

Someone approached her. It was a blonde Hyur, and he was holding something familiar in his hands. "My coinpurse!" L'aruh reached out and took it. Zephyr let out a little sound of appeasement. "Thank the gods, I thought I went broke. Where did you even find it? There's so many people in Ul'dah, I can't imagine how you found out who stole it..."

L'aruh hadn't noticed the man glaring at the back of Cyrus' head. Perhaps it was because like he left like everyone else after a few moments of frustration.

"Don't worry, I'll buy you your drink. Even though I got some of my money back, it ain't gonna help me with my situation, still," she deflated for a moment. "So might as well pay you back. You two, too," L'aruh turned towards Castiel and Fae. They look like they had a rough time, too. Even though the Hyur still had his weapon drawn. "Come, now. I think we all need to settle down and take a breather. Isn't there some sort of celebration today? Then we gotta end this ruckus on a high-note!"
@akirashadow You haven't been around for 10 days. If you're not here by Monday then I'll have to boot you. Sorry.

Interacting with: Michael [@Conscripts]

Well, she was here...

Training was rough. More than rough, actually. Paloma hadn't been yelled at like that her entire life. Much of training, she was on the verge of tears, but she never cried in front of anyone. Instead, she swallowed the hot knot in her throat, transforming her fears and horrors into determination and tempered rage. Her muffled sobs turned into angry cries when she addressed her higher-ups respectfully, making sure that she used their titles and names accordingly. Eventually, that sadness had disappeared completely, and Paloma no longer felt frightened of the training regiment. Especially when she saw there were other people there, other people like her, boys and girls who all joined the Federation Army for their own reasons. She was like them, they were like her-- and she saw them as something similar to family.

Even though she didn't really know all of their names...

Paloma held position to the best of her capabilities, her ears pricked for what Lieutenant Middleton was telling them. Trench warfare frightened her, but didn't it frighten anyone? That, and it was raining and early. Surprisingly, the rain calmed her and cooled her down. On the battlefield, however, she was sure that things wouldn't be the same. One slip up, and she was done for. They were fighting against Imperials, and they weren't playing games. If she faltered for even a second, she was dead. Anyone was dead. She wondered who wouldn't be here when their assault was over. Who would be lying face down in the mud? Who would come back? It was a strange feeling, seeing all of these faces and hearing all of these names. They had families back at home; husbands picking up weapons to fight for the safety of their wives and children, wives doing the same, children, like her, who had felt a strange thrill of adventure and enlisted.

There came the hot knot in her throat again. It wasn't sadness or fear, but another emotion she didn't know the name of. Paloma perked up when she heard her name on the list, then the names of the Lance Corporals. Black and Charpientier... They were strange names, but she wasn't one to judge. Paloma went to approach them after everyone dispersed, but a dark-skinned male reached them first. She didn't want to cluster around the two lance corporals, so she went off in another direction.

Paloma caught sight of a sapper sitting at one of the nearby tables. He was looking over his weapon and making sure that his gun would work in battle. The feeling of her own gun's weight rested heavily on her back. It would be smart to take it in for inspection. What if it didn't work on the battlefield? She was sure to be worm-food.

"Hey. Name's Paloma Violetta," she told Michael when she approached. "I was wondering if you could take a look at my gun. Don't want it screwing up out there, right?"

She smiled, holding out her weapon so the sapper could take a better look at it. The guy seemed nice enough. Then again, all of the youth here seemed nice enough. Hopefully, they would be fine on the battlefield.

Here's my character. Hope she's fine. :)

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