Post by Pyrefly on Feb 22, 2010 18:46:22 GMT -5
Just a day or two ago, she was in frigid Siberia, sparring with a fellow EFGF member in what was an intense though ‘friendly’ spar. Despite the fact that she was victor, she knew that a large majority of that win was potentially just luck. There were some positives as she saw it though, she got some valuable combat experience and more importantly, felt comfortable enough to attempt to push her MS a bit now; though she wasn’t going to be charging along by herself any time soon. If her time in the snow allowed her anything, it was to get a better understanding of her suit than before, something she was sure would prove useful to her in her service to the EFGF.
Her orders thereafter would send her into Europe and honestly, she was thankful for the change of scenery as the landscape was at least not a never-ending blanket of white. As she continued onto Hamburg, she was again allowed a lot of time to think about her situation as of late. She was nearly certain that she was going to be fighting again as the news of Malta had spread quickly about the EFGF, meaning that Zeon could still be in the area. That thought caused her to grow increasingly uneasy, the sudden realization that the idea of fighting Zeon meant that she could potentially run into Bryce. Her eyes darted to the watch that still lay in her lap, her heart sinking as the weight of the situation began to bear down on her. “I.. told him to come back for it.” Her thoughts quickly began to wander; what would she do if she saw Bryce in battle? How would she know it’s him? As she grew increasingly pensive, she realized she had forgotten the name of his Mobile Armor even though he had spoke of it once during their brief meeting in South America. ‘Oh hell! What was the name of it…? I don’t even remember what it was.’[/b] Tugging her fingers through the loose curls of her hair, she growled in an exasperated manner. “Damn, Aria. How could you forget something like that?” She muttered to herself while glancing about the cockpit of her MS as if looking to it for an answer to her questions. Blinking softly, she caught glimpse of something lying alongside her seat, “Of course! It has to be in there...” She smiled; relieved as she grabbed a hold of the pale blue journal she carried along with her everywhere. It was a gift from her mother that she couldn’t stand to be apart from, much like Bryce’s watch. Thumbing through the pages, she had found the entry that detailed their meeting in South America, the name Bryce had mentioned hastily scribbled along the top of the page, though with many errors and several different spelling attempts. The subsequent entry contained the little bit of info Jae could get Sahra to admit to or his father to provide, leaving Jae to provide Arianna with a simple, brief description. “A tank… he’s in a tank. Ok, so I’ll just be careful around tanks…?”
She sighed; this was no easy task especially considering all that could happen in the next day or two. “I will know him when I see him, that’s something I’m sure of. I can’t hurt him… so I don’t know what I’ll do. Unless…” She looked up, her pensive expression replaced with one of clarity. She had an idea, a very crazy one but it’s all she could come up with at the time. “Here’s to hoping for another win/win.” She whispered…
Her orders thereafter would send her into Europe and honestly, she was thankful for the change of scenery as the landscape was at least not a never-ending blanket of white. As she continued onto Hamburg, she was again allowed a lot of time to think about her situation as of late. She was nearly certain that she was going to be fighting again as the news of Malta had spread quickly about the EFGF, meaning that Zeon could still be in the area. That thought caused her to grow increasingly uneasy, the sudden realization that the idea of fighting Zeon meant that she could potentially run into Bryce. Her eyes darted to the watch that still lay in her lap, her heart sinking as the weight of the situation began to bear down on her. “I.. told him to come back for it.” Her thoughts quickly began to wander; what would she do if she saw Bryce in battle? How would she know it’s him? As she grew increasingly pensive, she realized she had forgotten the name of his Mobile Armor even though he had spoke of it once during their brief meeting in South America. ‘Oh hell! What was the name of it…? I don’t even remember what it was.’[/b] Tugging her fingers through the loose curls of her hair, she growled in an exasperated manner. “Damn, Aria. How could you forget something like that?” She muttered to herself while glancing about the cockpit of her MS as if looking to it for an answer to her questions. Blinking softly, she caught glimpse of something lying alongside her seat, “Of course! It has to be in there...” She smiled; relieved as she grabbed a hold of the pale blue journal she carried along with her everywhere. It was a gift from her mother that she couldn’t stand to be apart from, much like Bryce’s watch. Thumbing through the pages, she had found the entry that detailed their meeting in South America, the name Bryce had mentioned hastily scribbled along the top of the page, though with many errors and several different spelling attempts. The subsequent entry contained the little bit of info Jae could get Sahra to admit to or his father to provide, leaving Jae to provide Arianna with a simple, brief description. “A tank… he’s in a tank. Ok, so I’ll just be careful around tanks…?”
She sighed; this was no easy task especially considering all that could happen in the next day or two. “I will know him when I see him, that’s something I’m sure of. I can’t hurt him… so I don’t know what I’ll do. Unless…” She looked up, her pensive expression replaced with one of clarity. She had an idea, a very crazy one but it’s all she could come up with at the time. “Here’s to hoping for another win/win.” She whispered…