Dezuel

Nerves In Carbonox Reforged: A Roll-Your-Own Giant Mecha Roleplay

Griff

Man on a mission.

The blond warrior's brain was going full speed ahead, he had to come up with a plan, a master plan. The doors to the individual showers had it's glass be made in some material which made it all seem foggy. 'Shoddy Terra-mian creation no doubt… allright that should give me some cover. But my muscular body and wide shoulders! They will be able to tell for sure! Think Griff! Think!' He tapped his forehead in thought until he felt a sense of enlightenment hit him, if he turned slightly he could make himself only viewed in profile. That way they wouldn't be able to see how broad his shoulders were. And with his somewhat shoulderlong hair, he could definitely blend in like a sneaky cuttlefish. For a moment the physical training junkie felt like he could tackle the world with his head alone. A headbutt was a classy if painful move. Thank goodness he had trained years to make sure his head could take it.

Then he looked down his own body. 'Ah shit! I totally forgot about that!' Dread overtook him. His masterfully crafted plan to simply turn his body slightly to put himself in profile view wasn't waterproof. He still had his shampoo bottle, he held it into one of his hands, making sure the shadowy shape seen through his shower stall was making it appear as if he was constantly holding it in his left hand. 'I knew I should have gotten a bigger bottle!' He lamented as he took his disguise, seeing two silhuettes pass by his stall and enter the adjacent ones.

Then came the giggles and the gossip.

'Stop! Stop talking about magazines about make-up! Stupid dresses! Ahhh! Griff! Focus on the martial kings of past! Block out all sounds! I am not listening!' He closed his eyes and looked upwards, causing the water from the shower head to fall right down into his nose, causing him to cough. That causes immediately silence from the other two stalls.

"Whose there?"

"Ah... I mean- It's Emira, I am totally sick.. sorry. Aha hah!" He said in the lightest way he could make his voice and coughed softly into his hand. 'Shit! That was close as hell! Dodged an uppercut right there! Brilliant dodging man!' His eyes glimmered and sparkled, he could hear one of the women on the other side of the thin wall.

"Oh! Right! Emira? You do sound really awful!" The first of them said in a tone which made the blond grab his chest with his free hand before it tightened into a fist. 'Why you little featherweight-' He mentally lashed out in irritation, his left hand squeezed together really hard as he raised both arms up abit. The ray of shampoo came flying through the air like a very dangerous projectile. He had headshotted himself with his bottle. "Ah!" He called out as he felt the sting in his eyes, dropping the bottle which slid right under his side of the stand into one of the adjacent ones. He bent down to pick it up quickly, hitting his head into the stall as his foot slipped from all the excess shampoo having fallen down his muscular form.

'Aooow! Fuc- Fuckin' shit! My eyes! My head! My knee! Uh oh..' His eyes flickered open as the water cleared them of the shampoo, the person in the other stall was holding her hand under the stall into his with his shampoo bottle.

"Are you okay?! Did you fall?" The same voice again. Yep. That was definitely not a guy.

"Aha! Oh yeah- I- I just s-slipped! How clumsy of me!" He did his best to alter his voice, even as he felt like dying inside, reaching down to take the bottle from the hand. "Thanks!" He said in his usual voice. Then panicked and softly coughed "Thankies! Hihi." He quickly added and then pressed his face against the non glass wall. 'Kill me now. This can't get any worse than this...' He cursed in his own head.

Then it happened.

"Do you need help with washing your back?" The voice was heard again from the other side of the wall.

'Idiot! Who the hell needs help with that! Stupid! I am a warrior damn you! Don't put me into the same class as those damn civilians!' He mentally recoiled and tightened his hand into a fist as if he wanted to punch something. But then he realized he had to answer. "Aha no no! I am all-rightie! Aha!" He said and did his best to giggle and then dragged his hand down from his forehead down his face. 'Besides... my back would require at least two of those small featherweights to soap up. Oh yeah! Look at those back abs!' He suddenly felt a surge of hope, where did it come from? He had no idea, but the two women in the stalls were seemingly done and were leaving.

'About damn time! Just how much things do they have to soap in?! Ehh... I need to get out of here.' He carefully opened the glass door and peeked outside, his blonde hair slightly over his face, he scurried over to his towel. They had not stolen it. At least they were no thieves. He really hated cowardly thieves. He recall hearing about Terrainian's stuffing stuff under their wings in the stores. Those pesky little thieves. How in the world...s.... could he trust one of those? They were sneaky and underhanded. I mean, how could those guys with the anti-alien signs have gotten it wrong? They looked just like him, but less beefy, and less of alot. Well... at least they were human.

The blond wrapped the towel around his waist and walked out into the locker room, the two adversaries of the female kind had seemingly left. The coast was clear. 'Why is it called that? Since when have any coast been clear? There's shells and sand all over the place if one is to trust the pictures.' He thought to himself, maybe someday he would get to know the truth himself by seeing the ocean... well... any ocean. For now looking at the water in a bathtub with a rubber duck would have to suffice.

He was about to reach for his bag when he heard the door being opened again.

'SHIT!' He moved and pressed himself into a locker meant for storing mops and cleaning tools, he watched as a short young woman moved back into the lockerroom to take her bag that she seemed to have forgotten before leaving, she took the green bag and headed back outside. The blond young man sighed of relief and went out of the closet. The locker. Whatever.

He scurried over to his bag. Those damn girls had moved it. Well at least they didn't look inside. "That was close." He said and exhaled, opening the bag.

"Eh?" He pulled out what he could only describe to be looking like a double slingshot, a pair of shorts which seemed to have shrunk… and changed colour… and... 'What the devil is thi- Oh craaaaaap-' He grabbed unto his hair and pulled with both hands, he had been bamboozled, he had been robbed. Those girls had made off with his bag and left their own. How could this happen? He wasn't some dumb guy! This was like one of those shows he hated where the guy was dense as a brick and some girls were always picking on him, despite clearly not knowing anything about weightlifting! He looked at the clothing left behind. If he would remain the girls would return with his bag... or worse yet return without it and with it the Lieutenant.

There was a name for a situation like this. He had heard about it before. This was what it meant to be.

Fucked.

He sighed and took out the shirt and whatever else he could find. 'Come of Griff! Dignity is within. Focus! See it as a mountain you must climb to reach elevated kung-fu mastership.' He mentally chanted as he began to dress... as well as he could.

Well at least the clothes smelled better than his. Some girls just got ripped off. With that knowledge he allowed himself a victory chuckle.

Nerves In Carbonox Reforged: A Roll-Your-Own Giant Mecha Roleplay

Mema-Ka & Zel-Ghin

"The Guinevere. A name from an ancient tale I believe. Wife of a ruler, lover to a knight. Does that means you are the ruler or the knight, Sparks?" Mema-Ka smiled softly before shaking his head to his own question.

Do forgive my attempt at jesting. You are correct in that both mine and my brother's framewerk are using that very system you call Kattai. It would likely have not been possible would we not bear the connection we do. When you understand another being as well as you know yourself, that is when you can make the most of this system. I am looking forwards to seeing how closely attuned you are to Guinevere, perhaps you will someday find someone you resonate with to adopt the Kattai system for yourself. The key to that lies in understanding. Know someone's heart and soul, and you will be very close to attaining it. What is the role for Guinevere in battle?" Mema-Ka nodded his head softly, while he wanted to speak longer with each individual pilot, he felt it was more prudent right now to meet each and everyone of them.

"We should get going brother. There's still other pilots we need to check out." Zel-Ghin said in a slightly eager manner, lolipop in his mouth as he began to walk ahead expecting his older twin to join him. Standing around talking about the framewerks or old tales were not amongst the things he found interesting.

"Do excuse us however Sparks, we would like to familiarize ourselves with the other pilots before we have to train. No doubt we shall have further opportunity to converse more later." Mema-Ka placed one hand over his chest, then slowly moved the same hand into a salute. There were plenty of things do do. He expected to hear something from the Lieutenant later, he had some particular things which he intended to ask her. First over dinner, and then if she would be willing he could lead her to the small park on the ship. An ideal spot in his opinion to discuss philosophies and other things. A promising start, more promising than their creation either way.

Mema-Ka waited long enough to hear what Sparks would say, even answering if there were questions, but soon after he would continue along his way following his younger brother who had already strolled further ahead.

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Nerves In Carbonox Reforged: A Roll-Your-Own Giant Mecha Roleplay

Mema-Ka & Zel-Ghin

Regardless of the lieutenant's answers, the dynamic duo would salute and excuse themselves from her and Bug's company, chosing to take the scenic route over to the hangar section to inspect their framewerks and that of the other pilots. Mema-Ka walked first, his hands down and his walk smooth and proper almost like an officer in the army would. His younger brother walking behind him holding unto his handheld video gaming device, he was playing a game so old none would ever remember it even existing. Space invaders 34. He bit his lip as he began to fight the boss of the level he had gotten to.

Meanwhile Mema-Ka inspected the various other machines that lined up the hangar. There were as many different designs as there were dreams in the world. But is a dream just a dream? He smirked softly then he stopped in his tracks as he spotted a young man ahead in blue hair. With no further ado, he walked ahead on confident steps.

"Quite menacing aren't they? These tools of war." He said it in a matter of fact manner, soft but the echoing hangar amplified it abit. "You must be one of the pilots then? I am Mema-Ka Ezquess Degadraz. Pilot of the white beast you see there. The Raptor. An ordinary name for a not so ordinary machine. The one behind me is my younger twin brother. Zel-Ghin Mizqess Degantes. He is the pilot of the purple and red framewerk over there. 5Q-U1 Type D. Squid that is." Mema-Ka said in a pleasant tone of voice and held out his white gloved hand towards Sparks, offering the young man a handshake. Waiting to see if he would take it.

"Nak! Nak degalza!" Zel-Ghin said aloud behind him as something apparently didn't go too well with his videogaming boss fight.

"Zel-Ghin. Gadra zentra." Mema-Ka spoke out to his younger brother in a more stern tone but nontheless polite manner, seemingly calling him to attention to the scene before them. Zel-Ghin looked up and without protest put the gaming device into his jacket and approached and held up his hand in a lazy salute.

"Danz. Mema-Ka Zo. Pleasure is all mine. Pilot." He said and then reached into his other jacket pocket, taking out a lolipop and putting it into his mouth. Then for a moment considering tossing the wrapper on the floor, before feeling his connection to his brother that it would not be the right place for that.

"Forgive us. We are speaking our home language of colony Melta-Zole. We are from a region in space they call the outer sector." Mema-Ka explained and smiled softly, his head tilting slightly to the side.

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Nerves In Carbonox Reforged: A Roll-Your-Own Giant Mecha Roleplay

Mema-Ka & Zel-Ghin

Mema-Ka stood with his boots lined up perfectly, his hand raised in a salute. His younger twin brother held one hand in his jacket and the other in a lazy salute to Ritsu.

"Do forgive the late arrival Lieutenant. You have our outmost gratitude for finding the time to receive us. I am looking forwards to working together with you closely, Lieutenant Kaname. We have already left our belongings as the designated private quarters and partaken in some of the training albeit not alongside the other pilots." He said in a soft tone of voice, his eyes having wandered over her and spotted the nametag on her uniform.

"In regards to questions, I would just ask for directions to the other pilots of this squad so we may familiarize ourselves with our fellow pilots. While alot of focus is put on the framewerks themselves, it's ultimately the pilot in them that matters the most. A single man or woman can be difference between victory and defeat, like the one who brought humankind together as a whole. Some things are started by individuals. We shall surely make our own history, Lieutenant. Perhaps you would be willing to have dinner later if your schedule allows for such? It would be an honor to know more of the one holding all of this together. No pressure of course~" [Silver-Tongued Devil] The purple eyed taller of the twins said softly, his white gloved hand tracing up his chest and to his collar, adjusting it a bit before placing his hand on his chest and giving her a slow wink, saluting a final time waiting for her to reply.

His eyes kept locked with Lieutenant Kaname for abit longer than necessary before his eyes moved to inspect the other young man which had joined them. The more the other man spoke the more he thought that was someone he had to give some old phrases to. Such as 'Curiousity killed the cat my friend...'

Zel-Ghin had remained quiet, his eyes having wandered over to the other pilot with them, the silver-blue haired young man who seemed to be about their age. He didn't yet know what to make of him. Something about the guy made him feel The younger of the twins didn't bother as much as listening to what the lieutenant said, his brother would surely brief him all he needed to do later either way. But he couldn't help but snicker in a way that left no sounds at hearing Bug's question, concealing his amusment with his previously saluting hand. A shared bath would have been an amusing thing. Not that he would be getting away with kissing someone in it with his older brother or this guy there however. While his older brother was busy trying to arrange a private meeting with the lieutenant, Zel-Ghin's thoughts landed on what possible other pilots there would be and what framewerks they would pilot.

Perhaps one of them would enjoy a game or two in a videogame or perhaps if there was indeed a shared bath some relaxing in steamy water. Perfect for kissing if there were privacy. He bit his lower lip.

"No questions..." Zel-Ghin gave a salute with a smirk on his lips, his back stiffening slightly then tossing another glance to Bug, his both hands sliding into his jacket pockets.

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Nerves In Carbonox Reforged: A Roll-Your-Own Giant Mecha Roleplay

Mema-Ka

Name: Mema-Ka Ezqess Degadraz
Gender: Male

Appearance

Appearance:

(Mema-Ka has forest-green haircolour his brother has teal-green colour.)
Pilot Type: Gifted Pilot
Age: 18
Background Potentials:

- Twin Soul
- Silver tongued Devil
- Supporter

Perks:

- Athletic
- Proficient: Playing the piano

Personality: Mema-Ka is calm, perceptive and calculating. He speaks very calmly, like he were trying to hypnotise you with his very words. He might come across as distant or cold at times, or that he is a dreamer. But he often brings up emotional matters, even if he visually doesn't seem as affected by it. He enjoys speaking about philosophy and psychology and humanity as a whole. He prefers speaking with women before men and enjoys playing the piano or reading books. He very seldom lashes out in anger, and when he does it is done with still a sense of control. He carries himself with a straight back, his movements elegant as if he were a dancer in a waltz. His movement is very smooth and his words seem to follow one another like he's reciting a poem or a great manuscript. Mema-Ka often dresses in a double-buttoned military longcoat when not inside of his framewerk, the young man has eyes that look slightly sleepy and he has a soft smile often on his lips. Unlike his younger twin brother, Mema-Ka is very orderly and likes keeping his uniform in standard and top shape, including his boots and belt. He often keeps track on his younger brother who is the more impulsive of the two, where Zel-Ghin is emotion and making things up on the spot, Mema-Ka is a strong believer in control and intution, when it all comes down to it, if his gut feeling is telling him something he goes with it. He very seldom gets into physical confrontations and try to avoid them if possible, even trying to mediate between others when there are arguments. His brother sometimes teasing others to get something started hardly helps, but Mema-Ka is the one calling the shots of the siblings.

If his brother has done anything to warrant a reprimand he will give it, but he will also be the guy to speak up when someone is unjustly dealt an unfair hand. He seems to have a strong favorism towards underdogs and those who may be considered as meek. He acts as someone far older and wiser for his age. He very seldom joke or tease others, but it can happen if he finds a situation too amusing to not comment on. He likes having the last word in discussions, unlike his younger brother who is unbothered about someone else having the last word in an argument. Mema-Ka likes playing tragic sounding melodies on a piano whenever able, he also seems fond of looking out into space from a window. For physical training he prefers to dance, wrestling (in a very unorthodox manner) and fencing.

Background: Most of Mema-Ka and Zel-Ghin's backgrounds are covered in mystery, having been selected to be unwilling participants in an enhancement program upon conception. Neither one of them knows what genetic code flows through their veins. Colony Melta-Zole had plans to commit rebellion against the Galactic Federation, but such attempts were crushed in it's infancy. Thankfully for the two twins they were spared when one of the scientists of the project chose to destroy the facility in which they spent the majority of their youth, she then fled with the twins claiming they were her own to avoid any outside suspicions. What the twins know about their past is that they were created to be weapons, at least one of them were, the other were expendable. Ambitious people with power and wealth had gotten information regarding a particular project which in turn had inspired others to try tread in the very same steps. No matter the costs.

What is known is that both of the twins were taken to the military academy after their adoptive mother had died from an illness, where they began to develop more of their own, while still remaining closely connected their personalities drifted in two different directions.

Missing People: A scientist he simply know as "Mother".
Additional information: Plays the piano.

Zel-Ghin

Name: Zel-Ghin Mizqess Degantes
Gender: Male
Appearance:

(Zel-Ghin has teal-green hair and his brother Mema-Ka has forest-green haircolour)
Pilot Type: Gifted Pilot
Age: 18
Background Potentials:

- Twin Soul
- Warrior
- Genetically engineered

Perks:

- Athletic
- Enhanced uniform: Videogame installed and music player.

Personality: When out of his machine, Zel-Ghin is usually found playing a handheld video game or listening to some music via headphones. He often walks with his hands in his pockets, and likes to tear off the arms of almost every attire that he wears save for his pilot attire. He likes wearing cyberpunkish outfits and often wields padded fingerless gloves, some might think him a biker with how he seems to have a strong liking for leather jackets and boots. In a few formal situations he have been also known to wear a suit, but he quickly tries to go back to outfits he feel more at home in. His voice has a teasing tone to it and he laughs often, sometimes for things others might not even find funny. He also have no idea what personal space is, his own or that of others. Though he does seemingly not like to be touched like patted on the shoulder and would be very quick to slap peoples hands away, would he have not already backed away from them. His gaze is very often darting both left and right, being super aware of his surroundings, almost as if expecting someone to sneak up on him. He seems to have the easiest time to get along with characters that aren't confrontational and prefers speaking with women much like his brother, but unlike his twin he doesn't have his brother's patience or finesse when it comes to dealing with hotheaded or confrontational people. Zel-Ghin is very seldom the one to throw the first punch, but he can be the kind of guy to goad someone into throwing it. He is a person who lives in the here and now, whereof his slightly older twin seems to be more concerned with the future and the past.

Despite the differences with his brother, they are very synched with their movement and attacks, often Zel-Ghin leaves the planning to his brother, but he is often the first one to react to a situation. He isn't as patient as his brother aswell, but makes up for it by being more decisive, making up his mind very quickly about various things. He gives off the energy of a delinquent or a bad boy, but despite appearances and behaviour he is cunning, where his brother is the strategist, Zel-Ghin is the tactician. He does not want to give orders in battle and prefers leaving that to others, he's more interested in knowing what enemies that may be encountered. Perhaps a side effect from the times he has spent playing videogames. He does very often yell out what can be refered to as fighting game moves when defeating enemies. He is very often smirking and found leaning against a wall or object. He also have what could only be described as a kissing fetish. For physical training he prefers acrobatic training, running and kicking training dummies, especially roundhouse kicking them. He fights abit like a street fighter, but doesn't abide by a martial arts or know any moves of such.

Background:

Most of Mema-Ka and Zel-Ghin's backgrounds are covered in mystery, having been selected to be unwilling participants in an enhancement program upon conception. Neither one of them knows what genetic code flows through their veins. Colony Melta-Zole had plans to commit rebellion against the Galactic Federation, but such attempts were crushed in it's infancy. Thankfully for the two twins they were spared when one of the scientists of the project chose to destroy the facility in which they spent the majority of their youth, she then fled with the twins claiming they were her own to avoid any outside suspicions. What the twins know about their past is that they were created to be weapons, at least one of them were, the other were expendable. Ambitious people with power and wealth had gotten information regarding a particular project which in turn had inspired others to try tread in the very same steps. No matter the costs.

What is known is that both of the twins were taken to the military academy after their adoptive mother had died from an illness, where they began to develop more of their own, while still remaining closely connected their personalities drifted in two different directions.

Missing People: A scientist he simply know as "Mother".
Additional information: Trained in Meltra-Zak martial arts.

Zel-Ghin's framewerk

Framewerk Name: Squid (5Q-U1 Type D)
Appearance: (WIP)
Weight Class: Heavy (Armor at Heavy,
Framewerk Type: Frontliner (armor)
Primary Weapon Systems:

- Marker Light (Base)
- *Rocket hammer (see secondaries)
- Dual Acid Cannons (War)
- Particle Cannon (Gene)

Secondary Systems:
- Spider legs (Base) (Gives primary attack: Rocket Hammer on the legs themselves)
- Kattai (Free) Combine with other framewerk
- Repair drones (Age)
- Stargazer (Age)

Mema-Ka's framewerk

Framewerk Name: Raptor (R4-PT0 Type R)
Appearance: (WIP)
Weight Class: Heavy (Moves at Medium, higher in Henshin mode.)
Framewerk Type: Specialist (Speed)
Primary Weapon Systems:

- Marker Light (Base)
- *Laser blade via Multiple arms.

Secondary Systems:
- Multiple arms (Base) (Extra arms comes with Laser Blade)
- Kattai (Free) Combine with other framewerk
- Rocket Anchors (Age)
- Attack Drones (Age)
- Leaper (Supp)
- Henshin (Supp) (Able to turn into a jet and an inbetween mode of framewerk and a jet)

Nerves In Carbonox Reforged: A Roll-Your-Own Giant Mecha Roleplay

Griff

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.

'Stupid! Stupid weightlifting!' 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. '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.' 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.

'Elora' 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.

'Shiiiiiiiit! I entered the wrong shower room! Oh crap! Crap crap crap! Someone is on their way here!' 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! '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!' The blond plotted in the "brig" for the second time of the day.

Nerves In Carbonox Reforged: A Roll-Your-Own Giant Mecha Roleplay

Minerva & Griff

Collab between @digmata and @Dezuel

The more words that exited Sparks mouth, the more sparks ignited in Griff's head. The blond's hands tightened as he turned towards Sparks.

"So you are basically a mechanic with a hobby! Gotcha. As for a bigger man? We'll see about that! Well looks like you've got some guts after all!" Griff scoffed and crossed his arms, closing his eyes momentarily as he addressed Sparks from a distance.

'I'll show that guy later!' He thought as his attention snapped to Serah approaching."Huh? What? Yo." He said in a surprised way, then he recalled. 'Wait a second. Wasn't this the girl who was more awesome than the rest of us?' His eyes scanned over her from top to toe, a slight flush at his face as he took in a few parts. Momentarily forgetting that this girl was one of his primary rivals "Aha hah! Training! Sure I do!" He began to lift up his shirt to show off his abs.

"These abs didn't grow on their own. You can show yours later! Nothing builds character as well as working up a good sweat! And I am all about character." He gave a cheeky wide grin. "Oh if you want I could show you some good training later! But for now I gave the offer to this gal here! I could of course bring both of you, but see that guy over there? He would get the wrong idea." He nodded his head in the direction of Arrish.

"So catch you abit later allright? Once I am done with Miss Olympus here heh." He looked Serah over. For some reason he wasn't feeling angry anymore. Having almost completely forgotten about Sparks' challenge, his attention set on Minerva again. "Soo...?" He smirked.

Miverva's eyebrows would twitch at the insensitive comments thrown to her. She was initially planning to prepare her room and take a walk around before finally resting. But something, something about this man grinds the gears in her mind the wrong way.

She let out a sigh hiding any annoyance she is currently feeling in favor of showing a face of disinterest. A good mask could save her a lot of grief in the future after all.

”Is there anything you want from me? You've been looking in my direction for quite a while now.” Minerva asked, looking him in the eye.

"Oh yeah! So you wanna do something physical together? You have a killer body! Also what's with that Project?" Griff said in a ponderous tone, looking over Minerva and locking eyes with her. "Oh the name's Griff, what's yours? Also aren't you abit too pretty to be a pilot?"

He said in a slightly teasing tone, before motioning towards a corridor in the distance. "You think you've got what it takes to take me on?" He issued his challenge. This was going to be a moment of greatness for certain. He had no doubt.

Minerva's thoughts were filled with annoyance; the insensitivity of his comments set it to disdain as she looked at her luggage. She was tired before speaking. It would better for everyone if she shut this bastard up for a while

”Alright you can call me, Minerva. I'll just have this baggage sorted out then you can expect me in the gym in an hour. she spoke as she walked away.

"Sounds good to me!" He replied in an energized way as he brought his own baggage to his assigned room, packing his belongings up and putting up his posters of various characters from war movies or boxing champions, then he quickly changed into his gym attire and gave himself a cheeky grin to the mirror in his room.

"Knock em dead ace!" He bro-fisted his reflection and slammed the door shut after he left his room, forgetting to lock it as he did. Then made his way down to the training area, weightlifting, boxing... and just about any other physical exercise, he was prepped. He went over to one of the weightlifting machines and looked it over to make sure it was secure. Then waited for Minerva, he readied himself up to greet her when she finally would.

"Yo! Over here Minnie!" He called out across the entire gym

Minerva would soon make her to the gym, determined to wipe the arrogance of the currently ignorant man, she no longer wearing the spacesuit. Instead she is now wearing her gym clothing a combination of short and gym tops showing off her muscles and figure.

“Alright, Griff what’s the challenge?”. Minerva asked as she started her stretches. It doesn’t matter what the challenge is, she just needs to win decisively.

"Huhu! Looks like you've got some muscles! Not bad, not bad, Minnie!" He said in a slightly fake-condescending tone, he was actually impressed.

'Holy shit this girl is decked out with abs and isn't a hulking monster.' Griff mentally noted as his eyes wandered over her body, his face becoming slightly flustered. He reached up his hand to his mouth and pretended to cough into it.

"Ahem. Glad that you asked! Before you stand the peak of a pilot's power! We call it weightlifting! If you paid attention in the hangar, you would have noticed that my metal buddy there has that power too. I have honed this for years! We shall test how good you are at this! First we do it at an easy stage and if you manage to pass that we will increase to a higher level. The winner of the final push wins, providing you can get that far!" Griff said in a confident tone and laughed out loud, his hands now located at his waist.

"I'll go first! So watch and learn!" The blond said in a smug manner and crawled under the weights with the metal bar in the middle so he could bench press. "Normally you would stand behind me to make sure it wouldn't fall on top of me. That is if I were not the most awesome at this ever." He said confidently and began to lift. He managed with the easy difficulty.

"Piece of cake!" He said and hung the weights back up. 'There's no way she can even be able to lift this amount, I don't even have to go to a higher level heh.' He mused in his head as he moved to place himself behind the bench to catch the metal and the weights if. No... when she wouldn't be able to lift it. He was already in celebration mode.

Minerva would look at Griff as he performed a familiar routine, little did he know she also lifted weights as part of the test and to keep her body in the best state. Silently she added weights when her turn arrived, setting to a little higher than her usual routine. For a normal unaugmented human, it is already pushing the limit.

And yet all Griff will see if Minerva is doing the lift as if it is just the usual weight.

“So what are you saying?” Minerva cheekily asked as she finished her routine.

'Hahahah… what?! What the heck is she able to lift? Tch. Fine let's add on so much that she cannot lift it! That'll teach her! Stupid pretty girl!' Griff plotted before offering a grunt.

"Hnnff! Looks like you can lift after all, but now we are doing a much heavier lift, the last one! First you do it! Then I will do it after you!" He said in an almost worried tone, moving to fetch more weights and attaching them to each side of the iron bar holding them in place.

"Adding one here and another one here. You go try lift these now and I will try the same after you! But let's make it a little more interesting! The winner will get to decide on a single thing that the loser has to do for the winner, it can be anything as long as it's legal. Deal?" He asked and grinned as he placed himself behind the weights and the iron bar.

A smile etched on Minerva’s face as she looked at the weights that made things a lot easier. “I see, I accept your challenge?” Minerva spoke as she measured the weight that was being added, she could do it and add some more after all.

So she added more weights until it was clear that the weight was above the record of what humans could lift. Minerva took a deep breath before holding the bar and lifting it off the ground. She struggled a little before completely raising her arms and dropping the weight to the floor.

Just like that, as if she made to break human limits.

“There, that should do it. It’s your turn now” she spoke in a cheeky tone, confident that she already won.

'Ahh yes, the sweet sounds of victor- No no no! Hold up! This cannot be happening! She must have cheated! Somehow! But… There's no cheating in weightlifting! Crap!' He mentally lamented in panic, he felt the sweat on his neck and forehead. He had to beat her. He would lose both his honor and bragging rights otherwise.

"Errrm.. Well that's good! Ahah… well done!" He said in a nervous manner, before grumbling to himself and getting on the bench.

'Stupid beginner luck probably. I'll show her' Griff prepared himself mentally and began to lift down the weight. That's odd. It was heavy as hell. Heavier than he normally lifted. Wait. She had put on additional weights unto it when he wasn't looking, yet she had been able to lift it? He gritted his teeth.

"This is nothing! Hnnnn! Re-really!" He tried to lift the weight up but he only managed halfways. 'No way! Come on! Go up you stupid iron bar! Shiiiiiit!' Griff felt sweat falling into his eyes and stinging him and he motioned for Minerva to help him put the iron bar with the weights back on its hooks.

"Shi- Okay- You can- put it up!" He made short words as the weight began to lower down against his body, motioning for Minerva to help him.

Minerva would widen her eyes as she watched Griff actually try to lift it, did he not see her adding weights? She made no secret of doing so.

She watches closely, making sure she is ready to stop any mishap at its roots which is why she is ready to grab the iron before he even asks. Thanks to that however they are close to each other allowing Minerva to simply whisper her words.

”I won.” she declared to Griff reminding them of the deal. ”That means, you need to something for me right?” there was a tone of joy in her voice as if she managed to lure her into a trap.

Griff twitched slightly on hearing the whisper close to him, almost making him loosen his grip on the bar. His face was flustered from the effort and just how close she now was to him. The angle gave him an ample view which made him swallow. "Con.. grats? I... lost?" He said, blinking and still somewhat in a state of shock. Sitting back up and he reflected on what just happened. Good thing he was a warrior and well trained in things such as these.

'AAAAAAHHHH! Shiiiiiiit! Crap! Damn fricking shit! Crap! How could this happen?! Shit! Damn it all! I lost? Impossible! SHIIIIIIIIIIIT!' He screamed out internally as Minerva's words reached his ears. Oh no. Oh no indeed. Not only had he lost his honor, the challenge and potential gloating rights. That damnable pretty girl now had some stupid task for him! Curses! How had he'd been tricked into this situation? Wait. It had to have been that old geezer, he knew he would have challenged that girl which in turn led to his defeat? Were she a machine perhaps? Regardless… he had to deal with the situation.

"Ah... erm… ahah… well done! Victory…" He took a moment to mourn. "...is yours. I must have sprained my thighbone in my arm- Probably. Well! I am a man of my word! I can handle an unexpected temporary setback! What request do you have for me?" He blinked in a mix of worry and surprise. He also felt warm. Had he worked up such a sweat? His eyes landed on Minerva's face. 'Why does she have to be pretty? It would have been easier to hate her if she weren't. HOW THE HELL COULD I LOSE?! Shiiiiiit! Weightlifting is such a sham sport!'.

"Ahh… err.. remember nothing illegal!" He said in an alarmed manner, for all he knew the young woman before him could be a sadist.

”Of course.” Minerva spoke as she set the set bar to its place smiling at her victory.

”Well my request is really simple, could stop being a deadweight with your racism.”

The room suddenly went cold as her stare turns into a glare as she crosses her arms.

“I have seen people like you a lot. Nobles who hide behind traditions and prejudice to cover up their incompetence, I will not have it if I could.” her voice is filled with judgement and scorn.

”Am I understood?”

"Racism?" He blinked once, twice and then opened his mouth. "Oh." He said as if a revelation had come before him. "Who did I be racist to?" He thought back to those he had met earlier before he tightened one of his hands into a fist and slammed it into the open palm of his other hand.

"Ah! You mean the little bu- the Terrain-ian? Right? Hnnn… fine... I guess." He grumbled and pretended to kick away a pebble that wasn't even there. "I thought for a moment you would have demanded me to strip down naked in your room or kowtow'd before that jerk with the blue hair." He gave a slight chuckle and then put his hand at his waist, looking her in the eye.

"Seen people like me huh? Sounds pretty generalizing to me! I am not a noble though, screw being a noble, prancing around like a peacock and talking about who has the better ed-… ejuca- adjucation? Frickin book dwellers. So got a grudge against nobles eh? Some incompetent noble wronged you? Oh, is that what Project Octolus was?" He walked up abit and leaned in with his face as if trying to look into her eyes and see her brain. "Oh yeah. And understood… I keep my end of the bargain." He said in a defeated tone of voice.

”Words are cheap, you can prove it in action.” Minerva spoke as began walking away before stopping a bit for some last words.

”And it is called Olympus and that is an inaccurate description of my opinion of nobility. They are more like mosquitoes when I got sent to clean up a mess, it usually them I see hovering like idiots at some point I developed a grudge.” Minerva spoke as she walked away thinking that the conversation was over.

"Oh yeah that's what I meant. Also one last thing… Nice shorts!" He grinned and did a thumbs up.

'So nobles are mosquitoes… They suck and are bugs. It does sound just like...' His mind began to wander as a small winged figure appeared in his mind again. He quickly shook his head and then punched a nearby training dummy. Now he just had to hope none heard or saw his challenge with Minerva or he had to intimidate them into silence. His reputation as a warrior was on the line.

”Remember your promise. Minerva spoke as she walked away leaving Griff to his own devices. For a moment, she stopped as a memory flashed in her mind.

A muscular idiot, a sore loser who is determined to match her at her best. Sometimes he did win and it is her turn to catch up.

She quickly buried that memory because she can't afford to lose herself in the past. At least while she's still alive.

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Griff

'Ah not reading and manuals and that shit. Crap. Allright. Time to coerce one of the nerds into making me a shortcut for that stuff. Who needs manuals anyhow, reading is for dumb people who doesn't understand how to hammer something… probably. I don't need to know words in order to do push-ups!' He gave himself a sagely nod and then was taken aback upon hearing Lorenzo saying that a simple test in strength was not enough. How was that not enough? What manner of problems could not be solved by using muscles?

'A peace offering? Allright! Way to go alpha me!' Griff grinned and reached out to accept Arrish handshake, not long after though the voice of the Lieutenant was heard, abit too loud for his liking. At this rate he would get put in a cell on first day. Ah hell no. He withdrew his hand from Arrishs' hand and straightened his back, saluted and stood at attention. Kaname began to talk about disciplinary action, unruly behaviour and bickering and that such was unaccepted. The more she spoke, the most he felt like she had perfectly described him and his time in the military academy or outside of it. Really, was there any difference besides the outfits? For a moment he felt like asking what in the world 'cohesive' meant, but seeing the Lieutenant's fierce stare and posture he quickly made up his mind not to. Cohesive was clearly tape or glue. Wasn't that the same as adhesive...? Wasn't that a fancy word the explosive guys always talked about? Then again, he was an explosive guy himself, not in the bomb making sense though.

"Right! Yes ma'am!" He said out loud, his eyes looking at Kaname's eyes, the away from them, then back again, then away. And once she had gotten out from standing near him he mentally lashed out. 'Stupid boob for brains! Alienhugger! She will probably be sorry once she sees my skills and muscles.' The blond pulled his hair back abit after stopping his salute. The other pilots has began to talk with each other one on one, his attention caught on Sparks and Aurora overlooking the Framewerks.

'Damn tablet nerds.' He mentally chastised them, then threw glances to their machines. One of them looked mighty impressive to him, like a massive spider with big weaponry. Not bad at all. The other looked more scrawny to him, and the more he heard of Sparks speaking, the more his warrior spirit was triggered.

'Disruption unit? Override? That guy has brought a dishonorable cheating machine? That's not very warrior like. It even has a female robot voice talking to him! Damn creep!' Griff wrinkled his nose in displeasure, there was only one thing worse than aliens, and that was cowardly soldiers! Even if Sparks hadn't done anything cowardly as of yet, that Griff just thought he were was enough to make the blond yell out a mocking line for him, adjusting his voice to make it sound as provoking as he possibly could make it. "Good thing you brought your virtual dating app girlfriend along! You have a better shot with that one! What is she gonna do, flirt the aliens to death?" Griff said in a mocking manner, making sure that Lieutenant Kaname were out of earshot. Satisfied with his work, the young man smiled in a smug manner and looked over towards Minerva, approaching her in hurried steps.

"Yo! So what's Project Octopus? Eh.. Olympus right? Looking good. Good body. Wanna do some physical stuff? If you think you can keep up with the ace himself that is! Unless that's too much of a challenge?" He gave a wide grin and jabbed his own thumb at his chest, the other hand at his waist. Who in their right mind would refuse an offer like this? He was basically giving out free training sessions in boxing and physical training. She did get he meant that right? Right?

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Griff

He blinked. Then he blinked again. First the guy he had so generously picked as a potential room-mate decided to call him out, but that the little alien had the guts to talk back to him. He decided to answer Arrish first. A vein on his forehead becoming visible. He adjusted his pose and pointed out his entire arm and hand, his index finger pointing directly out at the young man in the glasses.

"That's mighty rich coming from you! Don't play innocent! I saw the respect you were showing the Lieutenant when you were oogling her arsenal! Your face was red as a... like... a red comet and your mouth more open than the fricking hangar when we entered!" His words came out as he almost spitted them out in a mix of held back anger and annoyance.

"...and the name is Griffith Burnhardt! You better remember it, cause it's gonna be me whose gonna lead the ass-kicking of these Krux... Gruxi.. who cares what they are called! But since you are a simple-minded man! I shall do you a favor! You can call me Griff! Because I like you! You have guts!" His temperament took a turn and he seemed to calm down, the storm seemingly leaving almost as fast as it came. He jabbed his own chest with a thumb and then raised it up and gave a broad grin to the other humans then the smile completely died down as it reached Rhylaen.

"I am suprised you are able to talk. I guess bugs do buzz... Terrain... ian? Pfft! Who cares! I will keep my eyes on you!" Griff motioned with two of his fingers to his eyes then pointed back at Rhylaen, then crossed his arms as if waiting for anyone else to take a shot at him. He was a warrior at heart, challenges were meant to be embraced and completed. He was going to make sure his team would not suffer defeat in the fight against the Cruxi. That meant the little winged alien had to get kicked out by any means possible. Even underhanded means. As hurting as the very concept were to his honor and pride as a warrior.

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Nerves In Carbonox Reforged: A Roll-Your-Own Giant Mecha Roleplay

Griff

The hotheaded blond had kept himself as far away from the winged little aliens that had seemingly boarded the shuttle alongside the rest. But it had been too late to turn back once he noticed this fact. Upon approaching the destination, which was a massive fortress ship he had walked closer to one of the windows in the shuttle to look at it from afar.

Truly a show of human achievement and that humankind was ready to claim the stars. He wanted to be part of the conquest, bask in the glory, the fame… but moreso the battles. He was a warrior, he had always strived to be as good as he could, to learn and advance. This journey was just another stepping stone in his quest for greatness. 'Just you wait. The next time we meet I'll be the one to defeat you.' He gave a slight smirk before allowing it to fall, grabbing his suitcase with his belongings and watched as the others in the shuttle all stood up and began to cluster around the exit.

"Tch." Griff felt a surge of annoyance in waiting for the people ahead of him to get out of the shuttle. What was even more irksome were those aliens having left the shuttle before he did, so they got to experience the sight of the ship before he did. He felt a stab in his chest, wrinkled his nose and grunted abit as he made his way closer to the exit of the shuttle, almost walking into a young woman which seemed to almost panic in trying to get out of the way. He wasn't in a hurry to squeeze in there with those aliens likely being present. For all he knew they were all pickpockets and untrustworthy.

Getting out of the shuttle had been such a relief that he took a deep breath and exhaled, then he followed what he assumed were the rest of the pilots to a side hangar. Seeing all the various engineers and personell running around made him wrinkle his nose slightly. He always had hated doing mechanical things and anything with computers. It was better left for the cowards that couldn't fight as far as he was concerned.

His peace of mind was shattered as he heard a call for attention. 'Ah shit what have I done now?' He thought to himself, but then spotted a young looking woman in a fancy attire. Clearly she was the person in charge. His eyes wandered over her appearance while she spoke. 'Doesn't look like much of a fight- What the heck?' His gaze stopped on seeing the top part of Ritsu's figure. He was taken aback and shook his head, straightening his posture. 'How the heck does she get into a cockpit with those monsters...' He mentally asked himself, but his commanding officer had not even gotten started with her speaking before some-

'Whose this geezer?' Griff blinked at Lorenzo, first he felt the old man was a kindred spirit, after all it took guts to tell authority to shut the heck up. But then he had the gall to call them miserable. Him? Well it did hold true in regards for the alien in their midst, but that he was lumped into the same tier as some bug-person. His hands tightened into fists, and he was about to speak out against the older man when he noticed that the old man was looking straight at the Tevranian. Not only that he insulted the alien, claiming they were only used in the entertainment section. Griff didn't know if that were true or not, he had spent as little time with aliens as possible. But had the old geezer insulted him or anyone of the others he would have likely gotten involved.

'Couldn't have said it better myself. Perhaps the old rag is allright.' The blond young man reached his free hand up to his chin in thought after having glared at the Tevranian long enough. Wait… they had not been saluting right? He quickly glanced around to make sure he wouldn't be sent to the containment cell on the first day. It then became clear that the old geezer was also a superior. He was unsure where to place the old man, some things the man said sat well with him, but the rest felt like insults being hurled his way. As Lorenzo began to address the individuals, Griff couldn't help but make note that the one going by the name Lane were of higher rank than he were.

'Ah shit. A class president type. Not again. Albion Armanent Group? Where did I hear that mentioned before? And what the heck is R&D? Raid and Destroy?' He pondered as his gaze followed the older man as he seemed to want to go through them all.

'Project Olympus? Wait.. didn't someone back at the academy mention that once? Maybe it was something kind of important? Tch. Guess I have to ask that girl later. But why does the old geezer find it disgusting? He's the one having a damn machine with him. That or she has been too long in class. Unless it's the same thing as with the stupid alien.' His eyes wandered over the girl, she actually did look pretty good… He felt a rush of heat to his face and neck. Shit. He needed to get some water and food. Probably. The damn shuttle cafeteria section had been too infested by those freeloading bugs that the food might have become contaminated.

Griff couldn't help but quickly smirk to hearing Lorenzo's thoughts about the other young man with the glasses. Then his expression changed to confusion as he looked at the girl that stood close to him. What had she done that was so hands on? Before he had a chance to think of a reason his own eyes locked with Lorenzo, he made sure to keep the gaze and even straightened his back. He said nothing about him but the little -scrawny- girl next to him? Unless he meant both of them? Had he lumped him together with that harmless looking doe next to him? Then came the next person.

'Aurora? What's so special about her hm?' His eyebrows furrowed and he frowned, his eyes judging the girl with the glasses and then set an equally judging glare at Quinn. 'Ah... so they are bookworms.' He blew a sigh of relief, for a moment he thought the higher ups praised someone more than him.

Then it happened. The old geezer complimented another girl, claiming she had the highest aptitude of all of them? Griff felt the sweatdrop as it trailed down from his hair, down the side of his head past his ear and vanished into his outfit. 'What the heck? This girl is supposed to be better than all of us? Hnnn… I'll show her! Stupid biased old fool! I'll show them all who the top pilot is here!' Griff tightened his hands into fists as he could feel his inner fire flaring up, he was prepared to get things started.

Then came the good news. Physical training. Food. 'What the friggin heck is meditation? Is it like medic- mediate? Stupid diplomacy. Wait what? Star fist style? Over my cold dead boxing pride body. I'll teach him whose 'kung-fu' is better. Stupid self-important smartass believing in spirit-mumbo-jumbo.' He readied himself up mentally, he was ready for any test thrown his way. Well. Not any involving reading.

He was looking forwards to the simulations and tests. He wasn't interested in becoming a squad leader, that was alot of extra work he didn't want to have. He just wanted to go and punch something. Someone. But he couldn't allow that last girl. 'Miss Awesome' to perform better than him in a battle. Even a virtual one. If that happens then the machines clearly must be rigged or broken. Then came a more alarming and horrible thought. What if the disgusting little bug creature would perform well enough and become squad leader? That would mean literal hell. No. He already had a plan set for how to deal with her. Make a cunning plan with the other humans to get her. At least he thought it were a she. Into trouble so she would be kicked from the team. Can't have an alien at the back when fighting aliens. He had to devise an ample way to get the Tevranian into a mess. Who better to put it into a mess than someone who had a master degree in causing it.

Griff didn't intend to write a letter and leave it at Kaname's office. Screw that. He hated that stuff. He would deal with things right here right now. Like that other one with the glasses. 'Maps? Who the heck needs that? Isn't the corridors marked?' He thought momentarily

"Oi! I think it would be a fantastic opportunity to test our skills against each other and see which ones doesn't hold up to the standard." He walked up, raising up one hand high with the palm facing upwards in a slightly nonchalant manner, his other hand at his waist. His gaze fell instantly on Rhylaen. "Also I think we should have a little weightlifting competition. Nothing builds character better than some pumping iron!" He gave a broad grin, moving his glare from Rhylaen to Serah.

'Great. There's no chance in hell either of those two can lift more weights than me. Victory here I come!' He took on a smug facial expression, as if proud of his words. "As for questions. I got one. Who are we sharing rooms with? Since you mentioned gender-shared. I call dibs on project gal and four-eyed buddy guy here. There's no way I am gonna share rooms with whatever that thing is." Griff pointed accusingly at Rhylaen.