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Truth Martyr
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Join Date: Nov 2007
Location: Doing Anzu's paperwork.
Age: 35
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Originally Posted by LoweGear
Look who I found lurking around a certain Non-Administered World with a new hairstyle! 
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*tumbleweed rolls by*
Nobody's gonna get this joke will they? 
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Isn't that blue-haired girl one of the two high schoolers seen in the Triangle Hearts OVA, part time worker in Midori-ya? She and her rival, green hair, would try and get into all sorts of fights.... and then SHE appears, with a smile on her face.
"What are you doing?"
"n-nothing at all!
"That's good; I'd hate for you two to be fighting."
Even without her Magic, even without her title of White Devil, Takamachi Nanoha is a power to be reckoned with...
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Minor FIXed another for your new and improved EPIC CHANT 
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Sankyuu, kyoudai! Truly the flames of your youth burn brightly!
...So, you mentioned your dad was getting promoted to General - what exactly does he do?
Yeah, and I'm calling an ion cannon strike on my position, before the Keroko-tachi do it for me.  I mean, c'mon. Ivanovich and 25mm cartridges. That's gotta be hax.
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Originally Posted by Tormenk
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It's a bit sad what carck I can come up with:
Spoiler for On call:
February 14th, MC0083
The man in the Infinity Library floated through the endless books, sorting his notes and adjusting his indexing tools, making sure that everything was in order. Once the library was sorted to his specifications, he leaned back and smiled, pleased at the end of an honest day's work.
"Perfect," he said out loud, thinking happy thoughts, looking forward to dinner. "Now to call Nanoha and get-"
The ringing of a cellphone interrupted him, and his voice died off. This wasn't the normal cellphone he carried. No, this was his other cellphone, for his other job. He listened to it in dread, feeling oddly detached, even as his hand raised the phone to his ear and pressed the "Talk" button, his voice saying three simple words: "Go for Scrya."
"Yes sir.
"Yes sir.
"Understood.
"Deep and Hard."
He sighed, replaced his cellphone, and swum towards the exit, fishing in his pocket for his other cellphone, flipping it up and preparing to endure the wrath of she.
"Hello, Nanoha? It's Yuuno. I'm very sorry, but something urgent has come up at work..."
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30 minutes later, Yuuno and ten other men were seated in a briefing room, rising as one when their officer entered. His once-black hair was graying rapidly, but he moved with supressed dangerousness in his step, and his eyes shone with purpose, determination, cold fury and pissed offness, behind the clear-lensed glasses he wore.
Some old hands in this platoon spoke of when the LT was once a more cheerful happy go lucky guy, more flamboyant. Tonight, none of that flamboyance was present.
Yuuno wasn't as close to Franz Jaeger as Nanoha was, so his impressions of Jaeger were of a man who was controlled tension, firmness, and quiet professionalism and competance. He found it hard to believe the stories that ten years ago, Lieutenant Jaeger would be running around yelling ridiculously about the true spirit of men...
"As you were, Alpha Platoon," said Franz, Alpha Platoon leader and Assault Company Commander. "We're deploying tonight on an emergency mission. Terrorists with Jewel Seed weapons are planning to fuck up Valentine's night for millions of loving couples. We're going to fuck up theirs." His smile was positively vicious, as were the smiles of most of Alpha Platoon.
"Delta Platoon under 2nd Lt. Kozlov will be taking this batch, Objective Mikuru. We'll take Objective Tsuruya. Bravo will be taking care of Objective Haruhi by themselves."
"Will Bravo be enough?"
"They'd better be, they've got the Master Chief with them."
All of Alpha grinned viciously. Master Chief Sierra-117, known to his few friends as "John" (though only Sergeant Major Ivanovich called him that to his face - or the dreaded "Johnny"), was one helluva Real Man Badass. During the Scaglietti Incident, he and Ivanovich had been dropped into the middle of approximately 600 Gadget Drones. Both men had proceeded to shoot the ever living shit out of the Gadgets, and when his ammo ran out, the Master Chief had simply punched his way through the Drones, keeping the small ones from swarming Ivanovich as the latter sniped larger drones with his 25mm sniper rifle...
"At any rate, yes, I understand that all of you are pissed that you have to cancel romantic dinners. I know how that feels."
"Yeah, right!"
"No, really. The love of my life is more understanding about this than normal people. I wouldn't wish her on the badguys though; she isn't in the mood for prisoners."
Both Lieutenants Jaeger were fearsome people, thought Yuuno, though the female of the subspecies was a lot more cheerful and genki.
Until her tsuntsun power appeared, of course.
"Grab your gear and mount up. We're going to kick terrorist ass tonight. And Sergeant Nagant!"
"Yes, LT!"
"Psycho, for the love of Guiness, please stop groping female prisoners and tying them up with detcord and attaching demo to them."
"OH, I don't tie demo to them anymore, Sir..."
"Psycho, you are not allowed to stuff dildos made from plastic explosives into the nether regions of enemy female combatants."
"But sir, it's a great restraining device!"
"...just don't let me catch you," sighed Franz. "Alright. Dismissed. Grab chow, see the Shepherd and ask for last-minute blessings, and we're off.
Yuuno was unhappy at missing a Valentine's date with Nanoha. On the other hand, he supposed, there was a price to be paid for taking a level in badass...
Franz is walking wih restrained pissed off and dangerous aura because canceled Valentine's Romantic Dinner = No sechs.
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Well better late than never. I'm busy lately with schoolwork as well as setting up own stories so I'll just toss random scenarios here every now and then. 
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Same here. *cries* Oh god the cracky ideas in my head.
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It gets more awesome! 
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Thanks! ^_^ much thanks to Lowe who helped refine it...
Right, everyone, this is it. FINAL VERSION! No more correcting! It shall be, now and evermore!
I am the primer of my cartridge.
Steel is my jacket, and mana is my bullet.
I have primed over a thousand cartridges.
Unknown to jamming, nor known to misfire.
Have withstood pain to load many Devices.
Yet, these hands will never know peace.
So as I load, Unlimited Cartridge Works.
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