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| Milliardo Peacecraft | Mon Nov 30, 2009 10:57 am Post #1 |
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For Safe Zechs, Always Use a Gundam.
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>> He had been on his way to their dorm the night before but became detoured by a couple of formidable college girls who wanted him to "move some boxes" for them. He flexed, he grunted, he broke a sweat and then resigned to sharing a futon with the girls. Twin girls, to be exact. He never made it to his room. He woke to the sound of one of the babes blow drying her hair, got up, helped her straighten her bangs, took a shower on their floor and ran into the postal service man on the way to his own room. Luckily the man was carrying one of the boxes Milliardo had mailed to himself, complete with toiletries and fresh new clothes. He changed in the communal bathroom, whitened his teeth, then bypassed his own shared room with Wu Fei altogether. He wasn't sure he wanted to know what happened to Wu Fei. He had a sinking suspicion that he had found Treize, and if they were to engage in swordplay Milliardo was most certain Treize would prevail. The man was an insanely good swordsman. Sadly swordplay had much more to do with the psyche than physique and Wu Fei was enraged- he would surely lose. If he were to combat Treize, the man's wit and tongue would prevail over the little Chinese boy's flailings. He went to the school's book store and purchased a laptop, laptop case and other essentials the woman at the front desk insisted he needed for class. He had originally intended to purchase books for his classes but his schedule had gone missing thanks to a very irate Chinese boy. Oh well. After a massive spending of his Peacecraft wealth he walked out onto the Quad and sat down on a bench and watched a couple of frat boys play Ultimate Frisbee. |
| If I never had Treize for a friend I would never have had my own bad ass mobile suit, my OZ style bitch boots and balcony seats for Mozart's Magic Flute. | |
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| Dean Howard | Sun Dec 6, 2009 10:56 am Post #2 |
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Howard couldn't believe the elephants knew how to play frisbee. He also couldn't believe there were live elephants on campus. He was sure he hadn't approved such a request though if it had come across his desk he would have. He approached the nearest bench to watch their game when he recognized a head of long, flowing hair. Could that be Dorothy Catalonia? No. It was only Zechs. What a shame... "Fancy seeing you here, though not really. I got a call from Lady Une, she was very adamant about you being here. You and the other pilots. Are you enjoying your stay so far, Zechs? Is there anything I can do for you? Anything you need?" Howard took a seat beside the former Oz soldier on the bench, studied him over once, then followed his gaze to the elephants who were now hitting one another over the head with their trunks. |
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| Milliardo Peacecraft | Sun Dec 6, 2009 11:05 am Post #3 |
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For Safe Zechs, Always Use a Gundam.
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Milliardo blinked at the sound of a familiar voice from over his shoulder. He smiled faintly at the old man and moved over on the bench so he could have some room to sit. "So you know all about my being here... and why." Milliardo murmured quietly, crossing his arms over his chest tightly at the sound of his former name so casually spoken by Howard's lips. He tensed and narrowed his eyes at the frisbee players. "I would have never thought to see you here. Or anyone, for that matter. It seems like Earth is a small world after all. I can't believe the ESUN would think putting former international colony terrorists at the same institution would be safe." But that was the untrusting soldier in him thinking. He was no soldier now, but an enforcement officer. Well, a former one. But he assumed that Howard knew his situation if he had spoken to Lady Une. "Don't tell me you're a student here, too. Or perhaps an instructor like Treize..." |
| If I never had Treize for a friend I would never have had my own bad ass mobile suit, my OZ style bitch boots and balcony seats for Mozart's Magic Flute. | |
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| Dean Howard | Sun Dec 6, 2009 11:18 am Post #4 |
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"Actually, I'm the Dean of the school. Don't ask, it is a long story." He said cheerfully, stroking his chin in thought. He peered at Zechs over his sunglasses before adding, "I'm getting a new start. Like Treize. Like you. Like those boys." He smiled and stood up from the bench. He couldn't dawdle for too long. "Don't worry about the past Zechs. We all did things we regret, but now you have the golden opportunity to make everything right. Rather than have enemies, you can confront your past away from the battlefield." He waved a hand as if to fan away the angst and drama from the air and narrowed his eyes at the young man. "Now, don't you have class to be in?" |
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| Milliardo Peacecraft | Sun Dec 6, 2009 11:32 am Post #5 |
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For Safe Zechs, Always Use a Gundam.
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Milliardo was stricken by Howard's words. The man was so odd and relaxed but always extremely profound. "Class? I seem to have misplaced my schedule..." Just as he spoke Howard pulled a PALM from his pocket and began searching his name. "No schedule for Zechs Merquis here..." "Actually, it is Milliardo. Peacecraft." "Ah..." A few moments later the old man had his schedule on the screen. "Looks like you have English." Milliardo stood up and shook Dean Howard's hand, thanked him, then watched as the man dawdled across the lawn towards the library. He took his seat upon the bench once more and watched as the frisbee players began bathing in the fountain beside the library. He wondered if he could get over his past. He had made some terrible mistakes, but hadn't everyone? He supposed he had not expected to face these issues at college. He was under the assumption that he was going to class to get his mind off of the war and the happenings of it, rather than come face to face with the combatants of his adolescence. And Treize being there was the icing on the cake. He could handle Gundam Pilots being around, and rooming with Wu Fei wouldn't be an issue at all. It was Treize. The Kushrenada was the person he had created Zechs to please. At least that was what his therapist said. He shook his head, not wanting to dwell on it too much. Avoidance and suppression were the ways he had always dealt with his feelings. When his kingdom fell and he was ripped away from his family he never spoke about it to anyone - except Treize on the rare occasion. When his sister became queen of the world and the gem of the public eye - loved and cared for by everyone - he didn't utter a word. He was the forgotten prince, the lost idol, the fallen. "Fuck..." he closed his eyes and grabbed at his knees and tried to think of something else. Anything else. Desperate to distract himself he decided to skip English and head to the gym where he could let out a little aggression. He gathered up his things and hurried across the lawn with eyes iced with anger, ignoring the waves and friendly calls of the passing students and frat boys enjoying their mid-morning fountain fun. >> |
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