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"Well I guess you are all wondering why you were woken up at 5 in the mourning." Cid cleared his throat with a painfully obvious uneasiness. "Well...."
As Cid explained the situation, the young horde grew more doleful with every detail. Slowly each ones sank back into their chairs. All except for Masto, of course, who was toying with his unusually large revolver. "I'm sure you young men and women can find a way to sort this out. You are dismissed."
"Son. Of. A. BITCH!!!", Rissite cried with her normal level of exasperation.
"Well, I'd have said something to that effect. But.I see that you have more adequately expressed the overall feeling." said Masto, finally having cleaned and holstered that monstrous revolver of his.
Spencer sighed and said, "So I guess I'm not the only one with an impending feeling of doom."
"Nope." Replied a worried Andre. Squall, who had his hand on his forehead in his usual brooding manner, informed the party that they would be leaving the mourning after next.
The group dispersed, and Spencer and the ever so quiet Carrie went to their usual meeting place that they, a few SeeDs, and a multitude of cadets had established in case there was an emergency such as this. They were all of the few involved with Garden that felt that people needed to know what was really going on. They were also of the even fewer that though people could handle the news.
As Spencer explained the current situation, he saw the exact same look on nearly every member of the organization that he had seen on the faces of the SeeDs he had been briefed with. The silence told all that needed to be told.
Spencer cleared his throat and said "I was assigned to go and inspect the sites along with Leonhart, a few other SeeDs, and Carrie. We all know there is a great chance that I may not return to Garden, so I am temporarily granting control of this operation to Kenneth Aentreri. That is all."
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The Vamilte family was a family of many a powerful figure. They had a reunion in Dollet every year on January 3rd, and not even Hyne herself could tamper with it. They were all alike in appearance, tall and thin and pale, with light blonde hair, and every one of them knew exactly who they were, all except three, but that was soon to change. Trekking through the plains of Esthar, the four most recognizable, and certainly the most devious, these Vamiltes were in search of the three and became aggravated, very aggravated upon finding only one.
Winston Vamilte, the oldest of the Quartet, as they were called, was an impatient man in his early sixties, but didn't look a day older than 40. Clothed in a gray suit with a black undershirt and a gray tie, scratching the right side of his throat, as did all model Vamiltes, was obviously annoyed that they were searching to no avail.
"Son-of-a-Bitch. Where the hell are they!" He said with a sneer."They better be worth all this!"
"Relax, father. We're sure to find them soon." Said the most calm (and most arrogant) of the four, Aegis Vamilte. He was dressed in a black suit, black undershirt, red tie. His coat was hemmed so that it came to just under his knees. Also scratching his neck impatiently, he was agitated as well. he adjusted his silver-rimmed sunglasses., and then pulled on the bottom of his black cloth gloves, both activities were among his most frequent, alongside cracking his neck.
Koba, the black sheep of the Vamilte Dynasty was with them, too. He, unlike the other three present, was not dressed formally at all. He never had anything loose, his gray shirt was tucked into his blue pants, which were, in turn, tucked into his knee-high boots. He also wore brass elbow guards and tight leather gloves tucked into thick leather bracers. He also shaved his head, seeing no reason at all to have hair. he was standing very erect, feet together, one hand on the Halberd resting on his shoulder, one hand behind his back.
"Dammit, Koba why do you keep that heavy-ass thing when guns are so much easier", Said Winston. Koba shrugged his shoulders. "And what's with those frickin' GF things don't they screw with your memory?"
Koba simply replied, "Well it's better than remembering you assholes."
"See I like my old grapeshot revolver, nine 45-caliber shots, and there's another barrel at the bottom for buckshot." Winston said while toying with the gun. Aegis liked his Luger, and Carla, unusually quiet now, preferred the silver Desert Eagle at her hip.
Silently, wearing an all black suit, Carla Vamilte stretched her arms and straightened her tie. She was usually full of words but now said nothing untill an object in the distance caught her eye.
"Look." All heads turned towards the thing, a person laying down about 15 yards away. Winston went towards it and, ignoring the three Galbadian Soldiers that had been appearing ever so often and then vanishing into thin air, inspected the body and Said, "We've got our boy!" They rushed to the teenager with the gray trenchcoat and the scar between his eye's and they were pleased.
"Well I guess you are all wondering why you were woken up at 5 in the mourning." Cid cleared his throat with a painfully obvious uneasiness. "Well...."
As Cid explained the situation, the young horde grew more doleful with every detail. Slowly each ones sank back into their chairs. All except for Masto, of course, who was toying with his unusually large revolver. "I'm sure you young men and women can find a way to sort this out. You are dismissed."
"Son. Of. A. BITCH!!!", Rissite cried with her normal level of exasperation.
"Well, I'd have said something to that effect. But.I see that you have more adequately expressed the overall feeling." said Masto, finally having cleaned and holstered that monstrous revolver of his.
Spencer sighed and said, "So I guess I'm not the only one with an impending feeling of doom."
"Nope." Replied a worried Andre. Squall, who had his hand on his forehead in his usual brooding manner, informed the party that they would be leaving the mourning after next.
The group dispersed, and Spencer and the ever so quiet Carrie went to their usual meeting place that they, a few SeeDs, and a multitude of cadets had established in case there was an emergency such as this. They were all of the few involved with Garden that felt that people needed to know what was really going on. They were also of the even fewer that though people could handle the news.
As Spencer explained the current situation, he saw the exact same look on nearly every member of the organization that he had seen on the faces of the SeeDs he had been briefed with. The silence told all that needed to be told.
Spencer cleared his throat and said "I was assigned to go and inspect the sites along with Leonhart, a few other SeeDs, and Carrie. We all know there is a great chance that I may not return to Garden, so I am temporarily granting control of this operation to Kenneth Aentreri. That is all."
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The Vamilte family was a family of many a powerful figure. They had a reunion in Dollet every year on January 3rd, and not even Hyne herself could tamper with it. They were all alike in appearance, tall and thin and pale, with light blonde hair, and every one of them knew exactly who they were, all except three, but that was soon to change. Trekking through the plains of Esthar, the four most recognizable, and certainly the most devious, these Vamiltes were in search of the three and became aggravated, very aggravated upon finding only one.
Winston Vamilte, the oldest of the Quartet, as they were called, was an impatient man in his early sixties, but didn't look a day older than 40. Clothed in a gray suit with a black undershirt and a gray tie, scratching the right side of his throat, as did all model Vamiltes, was obviously annoyed that they were searching to no avail.
"Son-of-a-Bitch. Where the hell are they!" He said with a sneer."They better be worth all this!"
"Relax, father. We're sure to find them soon." Said the most calm (and most arrogant) of the four, Aegis Vamilte. He was dressed in a black suit, black undershirt, red tie. His coat was hemmed so that it came to just under his knees. Also scratching his neck impatiently, he was agitated as well. he adjusted his silver-rimmed sunglasses., and then pulled on the bottom of his black cloth gloves, both activities were among his most frequent, alongside cracking his neck.
Koba, the black sheep of the Vamilte Dynasty was with them, too. He, unlike the other three present, was not dressed formally at all. He never had anything loose, his gray shirt was tucked into his blue pants, which were, in turn, tucked into his knee-high boots. He also wore brass elbow guards and tight leather gloves tucked into thick leather bracers. He also shaved his head, seeing no reason at all to have hair. he was standing very erect, feet together, one hand on the Halberd resting on his shoulder, one hand behind his back.
"Dammit, Koba why do you keep that heavy-ass thing when guns are so much easier", Said Winston. Koba shrugged his shoulders. "And what's with those frickin' GF things don't they screw with your memory?"
Koba simply replied, "Well it's better than remembering you assholes."
"See I like my old grapeshot revolver, nine 45-caliber shots, and there's another barrel at the bottom for buckshot." Winston said while toying with the gun. Aegis liked his Luger, and Carla, unusually quiet now, preferred the silver Desert Eagle at her hip.
Silently, wearing an all black suit, Carla Vamilte stretched her arms and straightened her tie. She was usually full of words but now said nothing untill an object in the distance caught her eye.
"Look." All heads turned towards the thing, a person laying down about 15 yards away. Winston went towards it and, ignoring the three Galbadian Soldiers that had been appearing ever so often and then vanishing into thin air, inspected the body and Said, "We've got our boy!" They rushed to the teenager with the gray trenchcoat and the scar between his eye's and they were pleased.