Unknown Soldier [Qun'mi]

[Yaag Rosch]

Finally, back into the field, protecting the people and ensuring their safety, that was all Yaag really cared about when it came to his line of work. He enjoyed battle, he enjoyed the success it brought and the happy lives people could live while they were safe from either the wild creatures of Pulse, or any other threat that seemed to lurk the area. Today’s station was outside Academia, but not too far from the bustling city. That was always nice, Rosch gazed out among the vast open plains and watched as his small group of soldiers trailed away to different posts, just to watch over the area and go scouting for any threats. He was to wait here and listen for reports via an ear and mouth piece he wore. Pressing one hand to the earpiece, he spoke into the small microphone that would connect him to the rest of the soldiers. “If you spot anything out of the ordinary, report it right away, do not try and pursue it on your own.” Unless you wanted to die.

Listening, Rosch didn’t hear anything important aside from a few ‘yes sir’s coming back through his ear piece. At least his soldiers understood their orders. So that was that, all that was left to do was wait. Rosch let his icy eyes gaze his area, not seeing anything out of the ordinary, just a small breeze to create a little bit of noise. His masamune carefully sheathed and clipped to his side. He would be ready should something approach, but from the looks of it, to be quite blunt, today was going to be a rather slow day. Then again, slow days were always good news, it meant nothing threatening was coming towards the city, but it also meant that there would be less work for the soldiers later one, that wasn’t good. To every pro there was a con, and vice versa. Oh well, better safe than busy.

It was then a bit of static went across the communication lines, Rosch pressed his hand to the ear piece as the voice became clear and he stared at the ground, his brows furrowed ever so slightly as he listened. ‘Sir, weird formation appearing sir, not far from your location sir. Reinforcements requested, sir!’ Okay, so, he wanted action? Alright, something odd was forming, and that put Rosch into motion, moving towards the designated area towards the somewhat startled soldier. He arrived onto the scene along with a few older soldiers clutching their machine guns as they gazed at some floating form. Frowning slightly and stepping in front of the other soldiers to inspect it, it wasn’t something Rosch had ever come across before, but it didn’t look particularly dangerous, then again, looks could be deceiving. With furrowed brows, he looked over his shoulder at the soldiers. “Head out to your posts, someone go take my former post, I’ll keep watch over things here.” Another chorus of ‘yes sir’s came to Rosch before the soldiers once again, scattered to their locations, and Rosch? Well, he’d just step back and wait for whatever this thing was to finish forming.

Stepping back and folding his arms, Rosch watched as the vortex looking thing got bigger and bigger, almost the size of himself, if not a little larger. It became rounded and the wind picked up, a breeze blowing out instead if in, it wasn’t going to drag him in anytime soon, but still, his eyes never left the forming portal – which he didn’t know was a portal, he’d simply heard rumors about those – still, he had a feeling this was one of those portals that people had spoken of. If it was, he’d be prepare to greet or battle the person or thing that was obviously coming through. Whatever it was, Yaag honestly hoped it wasn’t a hostile being, the idea of having a less busy day kind of sounded nice, now that he had gotten the chance to think about it.

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Words:[/color] 764
Muse:[/color] Great!
Tagged:[/color] Qun’mi
Wearing:[/color] Uh…Academy Army Uniform? Of…sorts?
Listening To:[/color] Nothing!
Notes:[/color] Hope this is okay!

[Qun'mi Tru'e]

Finally, a mission alone. Qun’mi rumbled along the slightly dusty road, shifting the truck she had and leaning relaxed against the seat, the radio gently playing. She was a scout, and so she never let the music play too loud. There was always a threat of attack, especially with them being at the brink of war with Sazaku. She had been happy when she had figured out that she would be going on this mission alone. No one to yell at her when she spent a moment napping, no one to walk around with a stick up their ass. Still, as she glanced in the rearview mirror and shifted to slow and turn into the section where the portal had been sighted, she couldn’t help but miss the blonde man that had accompanied her many times in the past. Perhaps he did have a stick up that rear end of his, but Qun’mi couldn’t help but feel respect for the man. He was a damn good general. A damn good one, and a damn good man to have either taking point or protecting your back. Besides, despite usually telling her to be quiet plenty of times on their journeys, she found that she slightly missed his lectures on not napping and their conversations about Cid lusting after power. A memory that brought a slight smile to her lips then. Shaking her head, Qun’mi turned up the radio slightly, she shifted to bring the truck up to a normal speed again, eyes searching for what might be the portal that she was trying to find. It had been sighted just a day ago, but already she had been dispatched to take a look. Something told her it had to do with the odd tattoo she now had on her calf that burned and caused her irritation, along with the thought that she was some sort of damned pet to be branded and used for something she hadn’t agreed to. Not that there was much of a choice in the matter.

Finally spotting what must be it, Qun’mi slammed on the break and clutch, shifted down and whipped the truck into the small path that led to the portal. Teetering not quite on all four wheels for a moment, the truck righted itself and she crept along until she got close. Breaking, she put it into park and glanced at the swirling mass that presented itself. Time to get to work. Yawning and once again feeling the fleeting desire for Blondie to be with her, Qun’mi grabbed her daggers and helmet, jumping out of the car and shifting to slam it shut behind her. Tucking her daggers into her belt and her helmet underneath her arm, Qun’mi turned and started toward the blue swirling mass. Stopping a ways away, Qun’mi studied it, unsure of just how she should be ‘examining’ this portal. Seeing no other option, she cautiously made her way toward it, memories of what had happened last time still burning in her mind. Grumbling, she hesitantly continued to walk toward it.

And that’s when it happened. A pull, drawing her closer and closer. “Shit,” came uttered out of her mouth as she struggled against the pull. “DAMN-“, and then she was sucked in. There came the fleeting feeling of floating through space and time, a bright light, the whooshing of air, and the curses that went through her mind before she was deposited out the other end still shouting her “-IT!” Seeing herself falling out of the portal in the sky maybe twelve feet off the ground. Snapping her fingers, her magic instantly swallowed her up and causing her to disappear from the air, reappearing moments later on the ground, feet firmly planted on the ground to avoid being slammed into the ground like a rag doll. “Damn it all you son of a bitch,” she shouted out, seeing the portal close above her. Right then and there she once again wished she had Qator there with her. If nothing else, then for an argument so she could release the anger that had bubbled over her. Her helmet came tossed out a moment later and she grabbed it, twirled it on her fingers and then slammed it onto her head. Kicking the ground angrily, Qun’mi scowled up at the sky, before her intelligent eyes glanced around her. Well…this definitely wasn’t the forest she had just been in previously. Turning, she started to walk away when she suddenly spotted a man that must have seen her. On guard instantly, Qun’mi had her daggers out, crouched down into a battle stance, staring at him through cold eyes. That he couldn’t see behind the mask. She could see him though, and was instantly on guard. “Where the hell did that take me?”, she ground out, wondering where on Oriens she even was.

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Words:; 990
Muse:; Great!
Tagged:; Yaag
Location:; Outside Academia
Outfit:; Normal
Notes:; \o/ Huzzah using Qun'mi!
Listening To:;[/color] Daddy Yankee - Gasolina

[Yaag Rosch]

The strange portal appearing in the air had caught the attention of many soldiers, but Yaag had simply dismissed them to take their former posts, along with his, he was going to be watching this. He’d held interest in these portals, hearing them from other Academy workers when he had visited the city after his conversation with Hope Estheim. It wasn’t a bad chat, it’s how Rosch got where he was right now, leading his own squad of men, helping out in any way he could, it was all he ever wanted. To protect the public from any terror, Pulse, Cocoon and anything in between. With his arms folded across his chest, not feeling the need to be defensive about this portal, he kept his icy grey eyes locked on it, his face practically void of emotion, but his eyes squinting from the sunlight that was beaming down on him. He wished this thing would finish whatever it was it was doing so he could try to assess the situation, and report it.

Standing there, he watched as the portal had stopped forming, stayed the same shape and size it was, before out came something, or rather someone. A blonde haired woman by the looks of it, and she was shouting something before disappearing altogether. Raising an eyebrow and becoming completely confused, Yaag let his arms drop to his sides as he took a few steps forward, not standing directly below the formed portal, but enough to try and get a better look at it, he wondered what the hell he just saw. A woman appearing out of the portal, and then…disappearing into thin air? He wasn’t seeing things was he? Maybe he’d been out in the sun too long…or had been staring at it too long, one of the two seemed logical, but when the woman appeared again, he took a few retreating steps backwards to where he had once stood, rubbing his forehead and eyes to make sure his eyes and mind weren’t playing tricks on him again. Whoever this woman was…she obviously had a talent, then again, Rosch himself did too. He could teleport short distances if needed, it was convenient but he rarely used that ability unless the time called for it.

Watching the blonde place a cat-like mask over her face, Rosch raised another eyebrow at her, noticing her hostile stance with her dagger weapons in hand. Raising his own hands up in defense at about shoulder height, he shrugged his shoulders. “Perhaps if you were to lower your weapons instead of demand questions in a threatening way, then maybe I can help and provide you with some answers, hm?” He questioned before lowering his hands and folding them across his chest again, taking a few steps aimlessly around the woman. “You’re on a planet called Gran Pulse. That thing that dragged you here was a portal. Don’t worry, so long as you aren’t hostile, no one will be hostile to you, Miss.” Rosch informed her. Wouldn’t Hope want to hear about this later? Or someone researching these portals, of course they would, but…he couldn’t just drop everything and leave some outsider here to fend for herself. He could show her back to Academia where someone would be able to help her get home…maybe, Rosch wasn’t sure how far the research and development team had gotten on portals just yet.

Gazing back at the masked woman, Rosch gave her a small nod, trying to show his hospitality. “Name’s Yaag Rosch, PSI-…Academy Military Captain within the Alpha division. I can try to assist you in the mean time.” Whether she was hostile, friendly, or not, it was unknown…but going out on a limb for a portal deportee wasn’t all that bad, was it? Perhaps it could help further some research as to other worlds? Or…something like that.

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Muse:[/color] Great!
Tagged:[/color] Qun'mi
Wearing:[/color] Military Uniform of sorts...
Listening To:[/color] Something!
Notes:[/color] --

[Qun'mi Tru'e]

Qun’mi was instantly on guard once she saw that she had an audience. She had heard of the portals, did research on them, gone with Qator plenty of times to see them, heard of cases where people had disappeared, and even interrogated people that had fallen through, but she had never been sucked through one herself. She didn’t like it one damned bit either. No, she had no idea where she was. For all she knew, she could be just in a different part of Oriens, (though it really didn’t look like Oriens at all) she could be on a different world, or even a different time in Oriens. Whatever the case was, she didn’t know this place, and it definitely wasn’t what she would refer to as home. Having dropped into a battle stance, she blinked, watching the man from behind the cat like eyes of her mask and waited to see what would happen. By his outfit and his stance, anyone could see that he was in some sort of military organization. Everything about him breathed power and responsibility. She had seen those kind in her day, plenty. Having been raised an ‘army brat’, she couldn’t remember a time in her life when she hadn’t been involved with the military.

The fact that he was from the military could either go really well or really badly. Some had that little complex where they needed to prove something at all times. If that was the case, then she might have a problem with him wanting to drag her ass off to some fancy prison for interrogation. That wasn’t happening, so if he had any ideas about that, then he could just forget it. She could handle himself and hand his ass back to him. She was surprised when he didn’t do anything aggressive and just stood with his arms half raised. Glancing quickly to the left and right to check if there were others around, she slackened her own aggressive stance. Alright, well if he wanted to play that game, she could too. It wasn’t like he would gain the upper hand, even if he did try to surprise attack her. Being able to teleport was good for that. Shrugging easily, her daggers disappeared into the belt on her hips, resting there for when she needed them. “One does what they have to when faced with this situation,” she spoke arrogantly.

Qun’mi didn’t like him trying to walk around her. Following him with her vision, she finally growled out a quick, “Stay put, would you?”, keeping her eyes focused on him, like a cat chasing a mouse. She didn’t like feeling like the one that was the prey, and so she followed him with her body to be sure to be squarely facing him. Gran Pulse, eh? Well that didn’t help her much. Blowing out her breath in a frustrated fashion, she crossed her arms over her chest and shrugged. “I know it’s a portal, we’ve been closely monitoring portal activity in Byakko since we learned of their appearances.” Miss just grated on her nerves. Perhaps it shouldn’t, but she had always felt like men were talking down to her, or viewing her as weaker then them when she was called Miss or Ma’am. “I’ll do whatever I please, and drop the Miss. The name is Trute. Qun’mi Trute.” So he had a name as well. Peering left and right again, she strode toward him, eyes scanning him up and down. Hell, who did he remind her of? Someone…reaching him, her helmet came off to be tucked under her left arm. Reaching out a hand to shake, she met his eyes without blinking. “Rosch,” she said in acknowledgment of his name. “You had to be part of some military organization. You had the look,” she mentioned, before a hand went onto her hip. “Have you learned anything in particular about these portals we may have overlooked?” Who did he remind her of?!

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Words:; 851
Muse:; Great!
Tagged:; Rosch
Location:; Gran Pulse
Outfit:; Something!
Notes:; --
Listening To:;[/color] My Sacrifice - Creed

[Yaag Rosch]

Rosch had never really come face to face with a portal deportee before, this was kind of interesting, but judging by the instant hostility from the woman, he wasn’t sure this was going to be a friendly visit from wherever she was from. He did well to keep an uninterested face on his features, his arms folded across his chest as he played it cool, he usually did have a calm and very thorough thought process, unless under pressure that was revealing failure, only a few moments like those ever showed themselves. He gazed at the woman with cold icy grey-blue eyes, raising one silvered eyebrow at her words. She was a warrior of sorts, he knew that much just by the way she’d been holding those daggers. “Yes, but one must look before they leap.” He said with a small shrug of his shoulders. It was best not to jump to conclusions, but whatever, it wasn’t his life she was risking, it was her own. If she leaped out and started going hostile on anyone on the other side of a portal, she really wasn’t going to last long.

This one had a mouth on her, and Yaag wasn’t fond of it, but he was testing his patience here really, if she could provide any information on the portals that could prove to be useful for someone like Hope or another researcher, then he’d gladly take that information. With an irritated roll of his eyes, he stopped abruptly in his tracks, turning to face the woman square on and humor her with his stopping of walking around her, he hadn’t meant it in a predator stalks the prey kind of way, but whatever, she was just being…paranoid, that was a good word. “Happy?” he spoke up before listening to her once more, the tone of voice he’d have to get used to, her snarky way of speaking…he didn’t like it, but he wasn’t going to say anything, just roll with whatever words came his way. This was not the kind of company he liked to keep, hell, even Jihl Nabaat was nicer than this, even when she wanted something enough to take down absolutely everyone in her path…and that was surely saying something.

“Trute, Qun’mi Trute, alright then, didn't mean to ruffle your feathers there." Rosch gave her a small nod before introducing himself as well, extending his arm for the handshake, feeling a little less irritated by this woman, this…Qun’mi. “I am not a part of any research team, but from what I’ve heard…there haven’t been any new discoveries regarding the portals. I do know a few scientists in the area are working on trying to control and stabilize the portals. Other than the fact that they are unstable and apparently bring guests or drag people away…we don’t know much other than that. What about you, what has your Byakko seemed to discover about these?” Rosch asked after having retracted his hand from the handshake and moving his arms back to fold across his chest, giving the blond woman a serious look as he felt more like he was in the military than he had in a long time…it was a good feeling, a humble feeling, but also a guilty one, reminding him of all the trouble and chaos that could’ve been avoided had he stopped, taken a second to think things through regarding the former L’Cie and believe their pleas about wanting to help…had he only listened…

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Words:[/color] 692
Muse:[/color] meh
Tagged:[/color] Qun'mi
Wearing:[/color] Uniform of sorts
Listening To:[/color] Nothing!
Notes:[/color] Starting to get more posts out!

[Qun'mi Tru'e]

Qun’mi didn’t know whether she should smile or groan at the man she had bumped into. Here they were, talking about-…well what the hell were they even talking about? She didn’t know, but that whole looking before leaping was just the same bullshit that Qator was always telling her. You weren’t going to get anywhere if you didn’t jump into situations every once in awhile. The more she tried explaining that to these type of men though, the more likely they were to pull their ‘manliness’ out and flash it around, stating that they knew best and they were higher ranked and blah blah blah. She’d had it happen to her before. Plenty of times. One disadvantage to being a woman in the army. Men thought they could walk all over you. Wrong. But arguing with them about it just got you blue in the face. And for that reason she simply shrugged off his comment, but couldn’t resist saying something. “Comments like that are the reason armies can’t get anything accomplished.”

But whatever, the subject was closed in her mind, at least with him pacing around and around her, almost like he was stalking the prey. And hell, she didn’t like that feeling. Didn’t like it at all. If anyone was going to be stalking their prey, it was going to be her, not some fancy soldier boy dressed up in heel-…were those actually heels? “Happier.” Once he had finally stopped moving, her eyes dropped down until she was staring at his booted feet. Yup…heels. What kind of a guy was this? Blinking and looking up at him, Qun’mi sized him up again. Well…hell, even with the heels he was manly. How odd was that. And why was she thinking about heels and the level of masculinity someone had when she had just been dumped into some strange world full of people she didn’t know? Something was messing with her.

Reaching out, she firmly shook his hand, lifting one shoulder in a shrug. Despite the indifferent look she had, the young woman was closely studying every movement he made. If there was an eye twitch, a subtle shift in feet placement, she saw and noted it. Sometimes it was movements that small or subtle that was the difference between life or death. This was her life, the army. Of course, this wasn’t her army, but the feeling was always the same. A professional level, that edge. It was present here as well.

She was slightly disappointed that he wasn’t part of the research team and didn’t know more then he did currently. Still, she couldn’t have really expected an army man to know everything about the research team, could she? Probably the only reason she knew so much was because she did a lot of scout work, and was one of the more elite members of the army that Cid trusted. Maybe he shouldn’t trust her, since she had always been kind of a maverick. Following the rules loosely, but when it came right down to it, her decisions were based on her own moral code, her own thoughts. If that meant going against something she had directly been told to do, then so be it.

“Basically the same thing that your squad has figured out. The portals seem to connect different worlds. Whether they simply pull in a human, or a machine, some object, whatever comes out of the swirling masses is always foreign to the world. Really most things it could pull it, or seem to pull in at the moment are generally harmless. A human here, an object there. But it has a potential to be used for something much bigger. At the moment they’re unstable, and so you really don’t know where you’ll end up, or where on the certain world you’ll end up. But imagine if you could lead an entire army through these portals. And that is why we’re closely monitoring and researching the portals.” If someone could harness the power…well that was what Cid was after of course.

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Words:; 864
Muse:; Great!
Tagged:; Rosch
Location:; That one place!
Outfit:; The one I linked
Notes:; --
Listening To:;[/color] Dracula from Houston - Butthole surfers

[Yaag Rosch]

This woman was definitely in a category of her own. She was definitely a soldier but at the stubbornness and mind set of a mule. Oh well, if Rosch could handle Jihl Nabaat all those years within PSICOM, He could handle a visitor from somewhere else that just seemed to have an attitude. “Because charging in guns blazing without having the slightest idea as to what you’re doing helps win battles, right.” That wasn’t how things worked really. PSICOM had successful times, they’d won plenty of battles, and Rosch, being a former PSICOM director would easily agree that looking before you leapt was the best thing you could do, unless you wanted to die for silly reasons. Shaking his head though, there was no need to get into a debate about armies with this woman, all he was really interested in was getting information about portals, even though the topic was not exactly his forte.

Having explained what he knew about the portals – which wasn’t really much, but good enough for now – Rosch then tilted his head slightly, arms folded across his chest and listening to this Qun’mi with his full attention. They basically knew the things that he knew, the things that were practically just the basics, but the way she was wording things in the end, it sounded as if her world, this Byakko was going to try and harness the power of the portals, to stabilize them and lead armies through them. For some reason that had rubbed Rosch the wrong way, though his expression hadn’t changed as she spoke, he still felt a bit of discomfort on the inside. If someone thought about sending an army to Pulse through a portal they’d be in for a rude awakening, Pulse, not the other army. They were still rebuilding their protective forces, they were in no position to take on an invading army whatsoever, that was the only alarming thing that had came to mind, it was something he’d probably have to relay to Hope later in the day.

“I see, so it seems were in the same spots in terms of research.” Rosch said with a small nod of his head, merely thinking aloud as he then turned his gaze to around them, not seeing any of his soldiers and figuring they were at their respective posts keeping guard. That was good, it was what he had told them to do, but they didn’t have to deal with someone having fallen out of a portal. “It could be awhile before a portal appears, leading back to your home world. I suppose I can take you to the city though, I do believe some of the researchers of the Academy are testing new devices as to open their own portals or stabilize current ones, making them lead to wherever they want instead of just going with the luck of the draw, if you’re interested.” He said raising an eyebrow before turning, his back facing her as he could see the large bustling city in the distance. If she wanted to be a guinea pig for one of these devices and get home in the process, then so be it. If she wanted to stick around for maybe an hour, or maybe a week, that was also her choice. Whatever it may be, as a military man it was his duty to help.

Even though he wasn’t fighting, he wasn’t being a soldier at the moment, it was still part of his duty to protect the people, no matter where they came from – this was no exception. “I’d be happy to help you out here.” He offered as he had spoke over his shoulder, not worried about the blond or the fact that he had his back towards her. She wasn’t going to try anything, he knew it, he was far too smart to slip up like that unless he knew nothing would come of it.

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Words:[/color] 748
Muse:[/color] Good!
Tagged:[/color] Qun’mi
Wearing:[/color] uniform of sorts
Listening To:[/color] Something!
Notes:[/color] Nada!

[Qun'mi Tru'e]

Qun’mi actually laughed at how sarcastic he was. Placing her hands sassily on her hips, she gave him a look. “Oh, you just don’t have a sense of adventure. Besides, frontal attacks do their job, you should try it sometime and see where it gets you.” Qun’mi had won plenty of battles by simply going up against whoever it was and beating the crap out of them. Perhaps it wasn’t the smartest way to win a war, but it was a way, and as far as she was concerned, it had worked, and she would continue to use it. So yeah, he could take his sarcasm and go shove it up his rear end. Whoever this man was, he was obviously disappointed in how she chose to battle. Well hell, she would admit that it wasn’t always the smartest way to go, but she could always guarantee that it was the most exciting. And she would stick to that.

As she started to talk, it was only then that Qun’mi herself only really understood for certain what Cid was up to. Though he told her, Nimbus and Qator more than he did most of the other army officials, none of the three knew anything about what he was really up to. That was worrisome, especially since lately it seemed like Cid had jumped off the deep end. Though she had been kidding with Qator about him lusting after power instead of some woman, it wasn’t a joke. Something about the man seemed a little bit off the edge, but when it came right down to it, Qun’mi just tried as hard as she could to not pay any attention to it. She did her job, and that was that. She didn’t want to really have to worry about Cid Aulstyne and his lusting after power. So she did her job and tried not to pay too much attention to what happened. But now…talking to him and explaining where they were with the portals, it all made sense. Did Qator know of this?! If he didn’t…Qun’mi had to talk to him. Hell, Cid Aulstyne was a dangerous man with how unstable he was in his emotions right now. That meant that…they should closely monitor him. But then again, they were Byakko soldiers. Ultimately, they would side with Cid, because they were loyal to Byakko.

When he offered, she shrugged, still glancing at his profile and wondering who he reminded her of. “Sure, why the hell not? Maybe I can get a portal home easier if I sweet talk these researchers a little bit.” Qun’mi didn’t know what this ‘sweet talking’ she spoke of really was, but she could always give it a go. Striding up to him, Qun’mi stayed on edge. After all, though he hadn’t appeared to be very likely to stab her in the back, one could never be too sure about people they didn’t know. Besides that…well hell, Qun’mi was just a careful woman, even if her personality didn’t seem like it at times. Stepping up by him, Qun’mi gave him a light ‘tap’ on the butt with her hand and advanced past him, glancing over her shoulder to see if he was there. “Alright, where is this city that you’re going to take me to? I’d really like to get a portal back home and away from this place. No offense.”

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Words:; 745
Muse:; Great!
Tagged:; Yaag
Location:; Pulse
Outfit:; Normal
Notes:; Butt slapping ftw?
Listening To:;[/color] --

[Yaag Rosch]

Yaag wasn’t sure he could handle this woman, she seemed to have a personality that was out of this world – no pun intended of course – but it was just something that he’d never been put up to face before. Normally people were very straightforward, maybe even fearful of a military power, but…dang this attitude! Rosch still saw it as a challenge, if he could overcome this blonde and her fiery attitude, then he could accomplish just about anything. Yaag had come to one thing of which he was one hundred and ten percent positive. This…Qun’mi, sure was a spitfire. ‘Not having a sense of adventure? Fine, I’ll leave her with that…but if only she knew what I’d been through already.’ He thought to himself with a bit of a smirk across his face, leaving the subject alone for now and letting her just…believe what she wanted, it wasn’t like her comments were hurting his pride or anything…never that. No military man’s pride could ever be hurt.

…sure, believe me if you want.

Well, what was a man to do? Leave this woman – a very capable woman – out here in no man’s land on a world that she had no knowledge of to fend for herself? Yaag was pretty sure she’d be able to handle herself, but the inner gentleman inside him decided to kick in, maybe it was a military thing, you were either a proper gentleman or an asshole, he could easily be both of those options, but as for today…it was probably the polite thing to do to offer Qun’mi a bit of assistance, after all…if he were to have ended up somewhere completely different, he would’ve appreciated a bit of assistance from someone on the other side, even though he was very capable of taking care of himself…he didn’t climb the ranks within PSICOM quickly for nothing! Let alone being a part of a military group even now after all the crap that had happened on Cocoon, that was surely saying something about his skills, it was something no one should question…his actions spoke for him, and most people knew that.

Glancing at Qun’mi through the corners of his eyes, Yaag folded his arms across his chest, offered to assist her, and was ultimately pleased when she didn’t throw a fuss or anything, simply agreeing to it with a ‘why the hell not’, well…at least his offer had been taken, and he could feel a little better about not having to leave her out here to fend for herself. “I’m sure we can figure something out.” He assured her when speaking of the researchers. If anything, they could even ask Hope, but they’d been working hard on stabilizing portals and trying to get them to work even more efficiently than their spontaneous actions thus far. As he stood there, thinking up how he was going to get her into the academy headquarters without questions asked, Rosch barely heard her more approach towards the back of him, feeling a hand swat across his backside, he blinked for a second, not flinching, but simply confirming this woman was exactly what he’d thought she was. A spitfire. “Ah…Academia, it’s…not far away.” He said before taking a few strong leading strides forward, taking steps ahead of Qun’mi and just going into leader mode…or ‘let’s not get onto awkward conversations about you smacking my behind’. Yes, it was best to just forget about that and get this show on the road.

Off to Academia, in hopes of a portal that would lead Qun’mi home…and soon….hopefully. “No offense taken.” He simply replied, understanding her longing to be home…and he fortunately longed for her to get home as well…no offense.

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Muse:[/color] Good!
Tagged:[/color] Qun’mi
Wearing:[/color] Some sort of uniform
Listening To:[/color] Stuff
Notes:[/color] Nada!

[Qun'mi Tru'e]

Being a woman in the military, Qun’mi knew one simple fact when it came to men. They weren’t going to back down unless you held your ground firmly. And that was what she did now, even if it was just a silly little disagreement. She hated men thinking they knew the way everything should be. She chewed those type up and spat them back out. The last almost ten years of military training had made her a strong, independent black woman

[/i] woman that needed nothing to stand on her own two feet. She took pride in it actually, and in this case, she squared her shoulders and looked up at the tall figure that was standing here looking at her. He finally acquiesced and didn’t say anything after she commented one more time. That right there was how wars were won. Not letting up in your idea or thoughts. It worked every time!

Instead of saying anything else though, Qun’mi simply let it go and placed hands on her hips, glancing around them. Well…what now? She didn’t want to stay here, no matter how nice it was to look at here. Her life and home was back in Byakko, and that was the way it would remain. She had grown up there, and she wasn’t going to go building herself a life here. If there was any possible way to get back to Oriens, then she would take it. That would involve some help though, because Qun’mi had not a clue how to get back. Would she have to find another portal? How long could that take? Somehow she thought that it would take way too long. She couldn’t just sit here and wait for another portal to open randomly. She had things that needed to be done as soon as possible back in Byakko. She had things to report, things to do, and this was not included in her plans. Cid had big plans for Chaos, and that means she had to get back to help with that as soon as she could.

And then he offered to help her a bit. Qun’mi looked him up and down before finally agreeing to it. Honestly, what could it hurt? If he had wanted to attack her, he could have done so already. That, and it didn’t look like she would have anything else to do while she tried to get back. If there was a chance that he could help her get off of this planet and back home, then she would accept the help. It had to be better and probably easier than any of her other ideas, which basically included doing nothing but scavenging the world until another portal came about and she could escape back home through it. That didn’t seem to be very productive. So slapping his butt as she walked by, Qun’mi glanced over her shoulder at him. “Good, I wouldn’t want it to be very far away. After all, I’ve already had a hell of a walk today. You wouldn’t happen to have a bed would you? I’m bushed.” [/size][/blockquote]

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Words:; 684
Muse:; Meh
Tagged:; Yaag
Location:; Gran Pulse!
Outfit:; Military
Notes:; --
Listening To:;[/color] Into the Night - Santana

[Yaag Rosch]

I think it’s times like these where any man would be left wondering what to say, what to do, and how to act. Yaag just stood here, being as polite as he could be in terms of this newcomer, but…he simply couldn’t wrap his brain around her way of words, her attitude…and…well the butt slapping. He could shake his head or roll his eyes, but that just never came to his rather blank mind at the moment. He stood there for a second before reaching a hand up and actually rubbing at the bridge of his nose, thinking to himself and wondering what it was he could, or rather, what it was he should do. He could easily shrug his shoulders and leave her to do whatever she wanted, getting himself back to his work was important…but would his conscience ruin him for the rest of the day if he left someone wandering out here? Yeah, probably.

This left him no choice. With a somewhat half-hearted smile put onto his face, he’d offered to help her out – insert butt slap here – and he just started after her as she took a few steps ahead of him. “I’m…sure we can find something to accommodate you for the time being.” He gave her a small nod before picking up his pace to be on the same plane as she, his stride very brisk and swift, much like the soldier he was, as was she. Academia wasn’t that far away really, it was only a short walk to be quite honest, only a few minutes. It sure beat the perimeter Rosch had planned on exploring later in the day, at least this Qun’mi had arrived at the right time. As he walked by her side, he didn’t think about asking her anything, as an officer, he was taught to never ask about the personal life about another soldier, it was a privacy thing I suppose, but even this woman from another world…she deserved that privacy didn’t she? Though he may be curious as to another world, he was still going to abide by his own personal rule about not harassing answers out of a fellow soldier, from his world or not.

Upon seeing the city in the distance, the entrance towards the vast area of buildings, Rosch turned his gaze to the blonde he’d encountered out in the fields of his exploration. “This is Academia, I’ll take you to where I’ve been stationed at and we’ll find you some place to rest for awhile.” He said as if to be a good host or something. Eyes were bound to turn to this woman in a different kind of uniform unlike the Academy staff and their military forces. Oh well, it seemed that people had gotten used to the new comers as of late, the portals had been a reoccurring problem for awhile now, so why judge it? If only stares were what Qun’mi was going to get, than that was good. So far as there wasn’t any harassment, then everything would be okay, besides, she was with an officer at the moment, Yaag Rosch, not many people would say much if he were around. They were still a little iffy about Hope’s decision to put him back in the ranks. Oh well, that was their problem, not his.

In the city, around a few blocks, Rosch led Qun’mi towards a smaller building only a few blocks away from the main Academy building, it was where he and his men – as well as a small handful of researchers – had been stationed to do their research and exploring in peace, rather than dealing with the everyday hustle and bustle of the Academy base. He opened the door and stepped back, holding it open for her. “I’ll check with the researchers and see what they have to say, but first…a place for you to relax.” He said, waiting to see how she was going to react to everything thus far, obviously she was the type to have an opinion about absolutely everything. All he could do was wait.

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Words:[/color] 799
Muse:[/color] Good actually!
Tagged:[/color] Qun'mi
Wearing:[/color] uh...uniform?
Listening To:[/color] She's So Mean: Matchbox Twenty <-- I really think this fits for Qator/Qun'mi though >>
Notes:[/color] NADA!

[Qun'mi Tru'e]

Well hell, this guy didn't seem so bad. He'd even said yes to finding her somewhere to rest if she wanted. That was a whole lot better than in Oriens, where everyone seemed to think they had to constantly destroying some country to get any satisfaction out of life. Sure, it could be fun, but there were some that needed and liked their rest, and she was one of them. Qun'mi could and did push herself to extremes most of the time to do her bidding, or rather, that of people like Cid and Qator. They seemed to think that the human body could be pushed to exhaustion and beyond with no changes in your abilities. Well Qun'mi would push herself, but there would be some changes in her abilities if she was so exhausted she couldn't see straight. But whatever, she went to the extreme to uphold her name as an elite soldier, perhaps even one of the top elites, in the Byakko nation milites army. She was, damn it, and was one of the most trusted soldiers Cid had, even if she was somewhat of a maverick, doing whatever the hell she wanted in some situations. You followed the rules to an extent, but what was that saying...

Rules were made to be broken.


In only minutes they had come up upon a city. Blinking, Qun'mi surveyed the town and gave a sharp nod. "Looks like it'll have to do for the time," she said with a shrug. It would, though it was a fairly grand city. It still remained to be seen if it could measure up to the cities in Oriens. She doubted it, since Oriens, specifically Byakko, was the top in the field when it came to technology and advancements. Rubrum and Suzaku might have some, but no one could rival their empire that Cid was building. Not that she exactly agreed completely with the way he was going about it, but it did seem to be effective so far. A bit bullyish maybe, but there didn't seem any other way according to Cid, and it wasn't as if Qun'mi herself could come up with a better way to make Byakko into the biggest empire.

She even got a place to stay out of the deal. Another nod of satisfaction came from her when she saw her quarters. She didn't need anything but a bed, and one was provided. She was used to the rough living conditions of being a scout, which generally didn't include a nice comfy bed. She had learned to be able to sleep in basically any situation and on any surface. Doing so really did help life in her profession. Reaching up to scratch her head, she heard him telling her that she could rest while he went to talk to the researchers. Though sleep did sound nice, she instantly denied his offer and contradicted her comment about being bushed. "Hell no, if there's anyone to talk to that might be able to save this, then I'll be involved," she said firmly, her mind set. How was she to know that he would relay back to her exactly what had been said?

Propping her hands on her hips, she looked at him, the set in her jaw indicating that she really didn't give a damn what he said. She was used to going toe to toe with men and winning, or at least holding her ground, and this would be no different. He seemed like an alright guy, even if he did have a stick up his ass type personality like Qator. What was it about these men that made it seemingly impossible to have a good time? They didn't seem to have a flirtatious bone in their bodies either, which was disappointing, because this man had just as nice an ass as-...that was it! He was just like Qator. Instantly she got a grin on her face. "You wouldn't happen to be related to a Qator Bashtar, would you?", she asked in amusement.

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Words:; 849
Muse:; Great!
Tagged:; Yaag!
Location:; Academia
Outfit:; Military
Notes:; ^_^
Listening To:;[/color] Too Much to Ask - Avril Lavigne

[Yaag Rosch]

Being polite, that was all Rosch was doing. Being accommodating towards this…Qun’mi. He felt a little better about actually bringing her into the city instead of leaving her out on her own, Rosch had shown Qun’mi a place for her to relax for a little bit. “It’s all we’ve got for now.” He said with a small shrug before getting ready to go check with the researchers about those portals. If there was anything they could tell him about portals then maybe he could help this lady get home safely without her ending up on some world that wasn’t her own. Turning around to see her object to him going by himself, Rosch simply shrugged. If she wanted to go along with him instead of resting like she wanted, then so be it. “We can check with the researchers, if they can’t give us any information you can came back here and rest at any time.” He admitted towards the blonde before leading the way out of the room he’d led her two in the first place.

Taking a few steps out of the room, Rosch got the feeling that this one definitely had a backbone to her. It wouldn’t be a bad assumption judging by the way she spoke and acted, even to someone like him. The name she brought up though, that didn’t ring any bells. Qator Bashtar…pondering the thought, he tried to remember the name from somewhere…but he just couldn’t place it anywhere, and he sure as hell wasn’t related to any…Bashtar. “Sorry but no. That name doesn’t even ring a bell. Someone you know from here? Or a…friend of yours?” he spoke with an arched eyebrow, a hand on his waist as he looked towards Qun’mi. Shaking his head for a moment, he started off again leading the way towards the research facility. The sooner they got down there the better, that meant Qun’mi could get some rest or get back home and then Rosch could get back to being on duty. Luckily nothing else had come across his radio com, that meant all was well through the outskirts of Academia.

“This Bashtar fellow…he in the army too? Sounds like a name I’d remember if I’d ever met him.” He said with a small shrug before turning and pushing his back into a door, opening it backwards and stepping aside to let Qun’mi in once he was already inside. A few heads turned his way, not only because he was a high ranking officer heading into a researching facility, but there was a new face at his side. They could stare all they wanted, that didn’t change a thing, so long as they gave him answers then all would be well. Walking over towards one of the researchers who didn’t look nearly as busy as the rest of them, he gave the scientist a greeting of a nod. “Yaag Rosch, what can I assist you with?” Rosch shook his head lightly before folding his arms across his chest. “What is the status of portals and…remaking them? Leading them to worlds we want?” with a small hesitant pause, the researcher was internally debating about what to say, or how to say it…Yaag could read people pretty well. “Well, we have a prototype…a device that should be able to recreate a portal…but it still has a few kinks to be worked out. Why?” He held up a hand and looked over his shoulder, over towards Qun’mi. “Either you’re part of an experiment…or you’re stuck here for awhile.”

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Words:[/color] 727
Muse:[/color] Good!
Tagged:[/color] Qun’mi
Wearing:[/color] Uniform
Listening To:[/color] Stuff
Notes:[/color] I would’ve posted this last night, but we had a surprise visit from NOCTY. Nocty > This post.

[Qun'mi Tru'e]

Qun’mi nodded up at Yaag when he said that she could come back and rest if the researchers didn’t have anything. “Damn right I can,” she agreed cheerfully, striding out quickly to get to his side and start the journey down to wherever the hell the researchers were. To be quite honest, she would spend as little time as possible with these researchers. She didn’t really care about them anyway, and was just going to make sure this Yaag guy didn’t screw her over. How you screwed over someone that didn’t really care, she wasn’t sure, but someone could find a way! And if they did find a way, she would be right there to give them a little nudge with her dagger to make sure that they were going the right way. She wasn’t going to tolerate any funny business.

And it didn’t take her long to figure out who it was that he reminded her of. Once she made the connection she found herself grinning about it. Hell, aside from looks, they could be twins. They both were too ridged, with sticks up their asses, and took this whole military thing a little too seriously, much to her annoyance. What fun was life if you never took advantage of really living? That included getting away from their natural thinking that they had to be in some deep shit to be able to really like life. But unfortunately, he wasn’t related to Bashtar, so that was a dead end there. When he asked who Qator was, Qun’mi shrugged and wondered if they were friends. Hell…probably, since she’d pulled him down and kissed him the last time they’d been together. She varied from wanting to kiss him to wanting to kill him. Funny, how that seemed to go hand in hand. “Of sorts,” she agreed to the question of friendship. When they weren’t at each other’s throats they could be friends.

She almost laughed when he asked about Qator being in the army. “You bet your life Blondie’s in the army. That man doesn’t seem to think there is such a thing as not being in the army. Kind of why he reminded me of you,” she finished with a bit of a grin, not afraid to speak her mind about subjects like this…or any subject really. “He’s got somethin’ up his backside about being a stickler and taking away most of our fun.”, she added, scanning him up and down. It sure seemed like this man should be related. “But he isn’t from this world, he’s from back on Oriens with me,” she finished describing. “It should be illegal for more than one Qator to reside in the universe,” she said teasingly.

Finally getting to this place where the researchers were, Qun’mi swaggered inside, glancing at each side of the smaller building in wonder. They had quite a lot of interesting crap they were obviously inventing and perfecting. Instead of involving herself in the conversation, she glanced around her some more, taking everything in that she possibly could. This place seemed as advanced as her own world…which was great. At least she hadn’t been sent into some backwards little forsaken nowhereville, right? Right!

Her thoughts were stopped when he addressed her. Turning her vision back toward the researcher, she stepped up to Rosch’s side and slipped her hands onto her hips, giving him a raise of her eyebrow. If it meant that she could possibly get home, she didn’t mind being part of no damned experiment. “Sure, why the hell not? I don’t mind being part of the process. The worst that can happen is death, and that isn’t really a bad thing, right?” Turning her gaze to the researcher, Qun’mi spoke her own bit. “And just what are these ‘kinks’ that you’re working out?”

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Words:; 842
Muse:; Good!
Tagged:; Yaag
Location:; Researching place
Outfit:; Soldier
Notes:; Nocty does >>>>>>>> posting
Listening To:;[/color] Shake your Rump - Beastie Boys <-- appropriate

[Yaag Rosch]

This woman was quite a handful, but Rosch was pretty confident in himself, he would be able to aid someone in need, not that she seemed to be some sort of pretty damsel in distress, call it…helping a fellow soldier? Yeah, that’s right, honor and stuff like that. Anyways, while walking and quietly conversing with this Qun’mi, Rosch kept both his eyes and his ears open. He was watching the way they were going, and listening to the woman who was speaking, talking about this friend of hers in the army…this…Qator Bashtar. She seemed to like him, or loathe him…but she knew him, and he reminded her of her friend, that was either really good, or really bad. With a brief shrug as to her somewhat description of this guy, Rosch shot her a short passing glance. “Sounded like a military man to me.” He admitted with a small shrug, still walking…ready to get all of this done and over with.

While continuing, listening to her speak of this Bashtar man, Rosch just nodded at the appropriate times, it was a response method that worked nine times out of ten, and so far it’d done him some real good, it wasn’t like he wasn’t listening or something along those lines, he was simply…focused on something else, not feeling the need to speak back, but simply let her do the speaking. People liked to talk about themselves and their lives, people they knew and the things they’d done, that was as simple as it was, no matter who you were, where you were from or your status, people just loved to talk about themselves and their lives, as well as those involved with their lives.

Now that the idle chat was done and over with, it was time to get down to business. Wandering into the research facility that was doing research on the portals, recreating them and being able to analyze their energy and what not, Rosch had been direct, blunt and gotten an answer in response. It wasn’t a fantastic answer, but it was a risk Qun’mi seemed to be willing to take. Looking from the blonde towards the researcher after she had answered, Rosch raised an eyebrow, waiting for more words to be spoken. “We haven’t been able to actually form a perfect portal yet. We’re getting there though. It may not be possible to open one, the energy they produce is so great, mimicking it takes a lot of power and what not, but we’ll do our best.” The scientist said with a confirming nod before letting Rosch take over the words. “We’ll give them a little bit to prepare and set up before we try getting you home, Qun’mi. Do you want to rest and I can call for you whenever they’re ready?” he asked towards the blonde, if there was any chance at her getting home, Rosch would be able to let her know when it was. It wouldn’t be right this very second…but sometime this afternoon…she was going to get the brief chance to go home, at least that’s what Yaag hoped. If that wasn’t the case…then Qun’mi might be a face to see around here for awhile.

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Words:[/color] 638
Muse:[/color] Good!
Tagged:[/color] Qun’mi
Wearing:[/color] Uniform
Listening To:[/color] Stuff
Notes:[/color] Bad post is bad.