kuriboh
ZMF 
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Is Miang. Maybe.
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Post by kuriboh on Jun 22, 2010 14:25:33 GMT -5
It was with some hesitation that Lilja had relaxed Florian's conditioning enough for him to do basic things without being told. So far, he hadn't flipped out yet, though, so as the day went on, the Swede was able to relax enough to leave him be for a few minutes while she went to feed herself.
He'd eaten already, and so sat quietly at a table in the mess hall, one chair beside him and another across the table. There was a notebook in front of him, open and with one page full of single words - answers to questions obviously. He was holding the pen.
Florian's eyes were open, but he didn't seem to be looking at anything in particular. After so much isolation with only Lilja for company, it felt strange to be in such a public place again. Besides the nearly overwhelming wave of sounds and smells, the room simply FELT big, in more ways than simply physical. It felt busy - well loved and well used, with people coming and going all day long.
Were he in any state to realize it, it was starting to give him a headache.
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Frenzy
ZMF Officer
Commander
Could be Ramsus.
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Post by Frenzy on Jun 22, 2010 14:47:09 GMT -5
Tapping his pen in a pattern against the table, Richard sighed heavily. Despite their successes, transfer requests had become more frequent with some soldiers wanting less hazardous assignments. He'd been doing his best to grant them, but some were either too valuable to find replacements for and others hadn't been around long enough to really have a good justification for it. He'd gone to the mess hall to get out of the somewhat confined office that he usually used to get paperwork done. The bags under his eyes hinted at many a sleepless night or at the very least a lack of sleep.
Still, he had to wonder about how those under his command were doing outside of those requesting to be sent to places other than the ZEF. Space combat did not lend itself well to people who didn't get along since there was little you could do to get away from someone you didn't like. Or if you had problems overall. Emil's instability meant that he had to run damage control occasionally much like he had when Beria had thrown him, and the others seemed to never be around much. But perhaps the most concerning thing in Richard's mind was Florian. Ever since he'd gotten back from helping prop their resource gathering operation back up, the young pilot was...distant. Like he didn't know anyone other than that woman that never seemed to be far.
"What on earth could be going on with him...I know he was never the most sociable person around, but at the same time, it's like a completely different person came back. God knows looking at his file will do me no good since it's been classified well beyond my pay grade..."
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kuriboh
ZMF
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Post by kuriboh on Jun 22, 2010 14:59:28 GMT -5
There was a feeling of....something familiar. Familiar enough, at least, to make Florian look up and around.
He frowned a bit - Finally tuning into some level of awareness brought on the headache that had been building like a thunderstorm, and though he certainly felt it, he didn't seem to care all that much.
Scanning the room, he felt very much like he'd been asleep for a long time - somewhere between dazed and properly coherent, but at least functional. His attention wandered to one of the outside edges of the room - there! An officer's uniform locked his gaze the way a laser pointer did a cat's. The figure had his back turned to Florian, and from this angle, was fairly nondescript...
but familiar nonetheless.
Banks...
Part of him wanted to get up to greet the man...but Lilja would be mad if he moved. So he didn't. He just stared.
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