#isilugay

That’s about the long and short of it! If you interact with the game directly, you are officially part of the game. 

We guess you could say you...

...played yourself.

But texting or communicating with someone in the field is a-ok!

"Boss. It's Boss. Do not approach me with casual slang anymore. Need I remind you who you're working for?"

He slides a folder with details across the desk to her.

"I have a mission that requires you to be discreet. You seem to know your way around a firearm. I need you to collect sources that can supply us with them. I want names of people, addresses, pictures of shops. If you only have a recording device available, I want a recording of the description of the place or person so I can approach them."

He stands straight, arms behind his back.

"This is an important mission. The important part is not giving away your motive. If somebody asks you why you're in a certain place, use a cover story. We must keep our public image of a poorly equipped army to surprise the unruly when necessary. Do you understand me?"

Occupation/Previous Occupation: Uhh…spy-adventurer-person. Also nothing. As in I, kinda. Don’t have a job right now.

Related Experience: I’ve been fighting and spying for my people, the Isi, since I was old enough to be trusted with a dagger. (They didn’t use to let me out on mission much ‘cause I’m a girl, but then I saved Luiz sen Tenatli’s sorry ass on that one mission last year and they had to let me on the rest.) And then there was the whole three days when I learned to use a shotgun on the fly and Robin and I basically saved the world by killing a giant space bird worm thing.

Special Skills: …I’m really good with that shotgun? Plus I’m a great swimmer, a decent free-climber, and pretty good at stealth, though I fuckin’ hate sneaking around in general.

Do you have a nick-name already? If yes, what is it?

Nope. Don’t got one.

Would you like a nick-name if you do not have one?

Sure, I guess? Callsigns help. If you call me Sinpada I will shoot you in the balls.

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He’s reading her application with a furrowed brow. How utterly unprofessional. She needs more discipline. At least with him. She has no idea who she’s talking to. And threats? In an application? Unacceptable.

He stands, rendering her a salute, as was customary for his work.

“Welcome to the Battalion, Defender First Class Minora. Had you not threatened me, you might’ve made Master Defender.  Communicating professionally with your superiors is an important skill, and one I will teach you. Your uniform will be ready within a week. Thank you for your enlistment.”

He sits again. His eye is as cold and as sharp as a dagger ever could be.

They heard the blast of some weird gun in the distance. Seeing as where they were was currently not being swarmed by opponents, Ix is making his way towards the shot as fast as he can.

Hey, they know this lady! It’s Mina! With some sort of ridiculous two-handed gun! And a monster right behind her. Shit. They pull out a grey sphere from their pocket and press a button. “DUCK AND RUN!” He bellows, flinging it at the wire-frame monster behind her.

“Ah, you arrive.” 

And yes, they’re sitting on the roof. Phecda is also sitting next to a few bags, in various states. Some of them obviously have produce in them.

“I am willing to exchange food for information. If you are paranoid, I assure you, all substances are not harmful to humans.”

The northern winds of Alphonse caused her cape to sway and pull. It was cold here, almost unlivable. Were it not for the fact the majority of the island’s steel came from the mines up here, it would have been abandoned, left only to the few beats built to survive it.  As the girl walked through the ruined town, she had to wonder what had happened to this place.

There were scraps of clothing, but no signs of life. She had even tried flipping over pieces of building, but nothing was left behind. That was until she heard footsteps besides her own crunching through the snow.

“Survivors?” she asked in a surprised voice. But the person she saw was not what she expected. Even up north, such extreme gear was no worn. A monster maybe? She drew her sword. “Who are you?”

Ixtharion was currently going through sword patterns. It’d been a while, and the weather was nice but not overly warm, so what better time to do some practice in sector 001?

...Okay, he was a little bit homesick. There weren’t any ice caps here, so the shifting structure of 001 was the closest to home he could get. His coat is currently unbuttoned, so the wind is ruffling his blue fur.

Slash, slash, stab, spin away-- regain footing. Lunge, stab, stab, hack, hack-- leap backwards. Slash, spin around to doge a fake blow, slash-- push with your trash can lid ‘shield’, slide your leg back, gesture for a Fireball--

Duck the fireball. 

Feel insanely greatful it’s flying away from the observer you just realized you have.  “Er, sorry about that, miss! I forgot that I had my companion with me this evening. Are you alright, aside from the spook regarding the fireball?”

Noted for you!