At least to start, Maria didn't find standing guard over the armory to be particularly boring... well, okay. It was particularly boring. It was, in fact, incredibly boring. But she hadn't gone through years of training and discipline to throw it all away by screwing around on duty. Setting an example of exquisite professional conduct was a mission both professional and personal, so she stood ramrod-straight at the entrance to the door and never gave a hint that she was running through combat routines and practice drills in her head.
The only real excitement came when someone decided not to notice the girl's discipline and conduct, assuming instead that they could charm her or bowl her over because of her age, meaning every so often, the hallway filled with a conversation that went much like...
"Come on, I just want to take a loo--" "Sorry, sir, but no unauthorized entry." "You could make an excep--" "Sorry, sir, but no unauthorized entry." "I'd like to--" "Sorry, sir, but no unauthorized entry." "Hey, hey now. I don't want to get by, but maybe you and I could--" "Sorry, sir, but no unauthorized entry."
And as one more person trudged away sans coffee date or illicitly-gained equipment, the young woman permitted herself a feral smile that an observer could easily catch.
3.
The pulse rifle shuddered in her hands as she snapped off a full-power blast at the roaring insectoid creature scrambling over the edge of the mining pit. The plasma skipped off its chitinous exoskeleton harmlessly as it dug its massive front legs into the ground, hauling its bulk up onto flat ground as it chittered. Bloodlust shone in its dozen eyes as it eyed the scientists and logistics personnel fleeing back towards the dropship.
Judging from its speed, it could catch the ship easily enough if it charged. "That's about what I expected," Maria mumbled as she tossed the plasma rifle aside, though she couldn't hide her growing excitement as she reached back for her own personal weapons. Her hands practically trembled with excitement as she grabbed the grips of her gunblades, then smoothly pulled down to break the two weapons free of their magnetic holsters. "Oh man, I know it's a cliche, but -- hey ugly!" She spun her weapons into position, suddenly unable to stop grinning. "Come pick on someone your own size!"
This might not be standard security procedure.
4. The training facilities here weren't much, but they had to do. Without the slightest concern for appearances, Maria parked herself in one of the exercise machines, bracing her back against the cushion as she put the strength of her legs against a couple hundred pounds of weights. Sweat from her previous exertions plastered a few loose hairs to her forehead and trickled down the lines of her jaw as she straightened and flexed her legs with the casual ease of someone quite used to this sort of training.
Easy enough to see why the girl was in such good shape, although it certainly didn't fully explain why her forearms looked like she could crush coconuts with pure grip strength. Maybe don't mention that to her, though; everyone has one thing they're sensitive about.
Maria Cyphert | Final Fantasy VIII OC | Security
At least to start, Maria didn't find standing guard over the armory to be particularly boring... well, okay. It was particularly boring. It was, in fact, incredibly boring. But she hadn't gone through years of training and discipline to throw it all away by screwing around on duty. Setting an example of exquisite professional conduct was a mission both professional and personal, so she stood ramrod-straight at the entrance to the door and never gave a hint that she was running through combat routines and practice drills in her head.
The only real excitement came when someone decided not to notice the girl's discipline and conduct, assuming instead that they could charm her or bowl her over because of her age, meaning every so often, the hallway filled with a conversation that went much like...
"Come on, I just want to take a loo--"
"Sorry, sir, but no unauthorized entry."
"You could make an excep--"
"Sorry, sir, but no unauthorized entry."
"I'd like to--"
"Sorry, sir, but no unauthorized entry."
"Hey, hey now. I don't want to get by, but maybe you and I could--"
"Sorry, sir, but no unauthorized entry."
And as one more person trudged away sans coffee date or illicitly-gained equipment, the young woman permitted herself a feral smile that an observer could easily catch.
3.
The pulse rifle shuddered in her hands as she snapped off a full-power blast at the roaring insectoid creature scrambling over the edge of the mining pit. The plasma skipped off its chitinous exoskeleton harmlessly as it dug its massive front legs into the ground, hauling its bulk up onto flat ground as it chittered. Bloodlust shone in its dozen eyes as it eyed the scientists and logistics personnel fleeing back towards the dropship.
Judging from its speed, it could catch the ship easily enough if it charged. "That's about what I expected," Maria mumbled as she tossed the plasma rifle aside, though she couldn't hide her growing excitement as she reached back for her own personal weapons. Her hands practically trembled with excitement as she grabbed the grips of her gunblades, then smoothly pulled down to break the two weapons free of their magnetic holsters. "Oh man, I know it's a cliche, but -- hey ugly!" She spun her weapons into position, suddenly unable to stop grinning. "Come pick on someone your own size!"
This might not be standard security procedure.
4. The training facilities here weren't much, but they had to do. Without the slightest concern for appearances, Maria parked herself in one of the exercise machines, bracing her back against the cushion as she put the strength of her legs against a couple hundred pounds of weights. Sweat from her previous exertions plastered a few loose hairs to her forehead and trickled down the lines of her jaw as she straightened and flexed her legs with the casual ease of someone quite used to this sort of training.
Easy enough to see why the girl was in such good shape, although it certainly didn't fully explain why her forearms looked like she could crush coconuts with pure grip strength. Maybe don't mention that to her, though; everyone has one thing they're sensitive about.