Sword of Legends - August 1992 - Private RP

Subject: Sword of Legends - August 1992 - Private RP Thu Oct 11, 2012 10:32 pm

"OW! god damn it how the hell does SOLDIER see out of these thing yo?!" A hand reached out smacking the helmeted head. "You only have to wear it long enough to get Sephiroth and get out.. bossman you alright?" A second helmeted figure looked over to the slighter built third figure currently dressed in a SOLDIER 3rd class uniform. "This shirt is rubbing my back raw.." He hissed trying to pull the shirt as far away from his body as possible. "And stop calling me bossman, it feels weird when i'm the lowest ranking of us all." Picking up the SOLDIER SI sword he growled forgetting how horrible this damn thing was. "Yay, time for me to show them how horrible I am at a sword yo." The first figure picked the sword up, there was no way he was gonna pull off being SOLDIER, he couldn't wield a sword for the life of him.

"It's just for a few minutes.. lets go... Operation kidnap Koneko, underway." There was a giggle in the three men's ear pieces. "I like the code name, though why are we doing this and not just grabbing him after the training class is over?"

"Where's the fun in that?"

"Good point."

Yes they were all exceedingly bored, and had decided, instead of simply grabbing Sephiroth once his training was done... they would infiltrate a new 3rd class training group and steal him right out of the class.

Blending into the group of brand new thirds, the three Turks moved out into the training room, the middle height of the group getting strange looks and chuckles as he was wiggling in his shirt. The shortest of the three looked around spotting Sephiroth easily and grinned.

As they said.. they were bored.. and bored Turks were never a good thing.

Sephiroth was impatient for his upcoming promotion to Second Class. Every time he practiced with either of his swords, though the Jian more so, he hated the SI broadswords a little more. Unbalanced, awkward to wield, too easily broken... Second Class was actually allowed to use their own weapons on duty, though only straight-edge swords were permitted. Using his Jian in place of this chunk of steel would be a welcome change.

The tallest figure leaned over, making sure to keep his voice low knowing he would hear him but the other enhanced wouldn't. "When's his promotion to 2nd?"

"How the hell am I supposed to know? Short $#!^ over there would be the one to ask, he is Veld's lieutenant." The two smirked seeing the other bristle up and flip them off. "I'm not short yo..." There was an obvious pout to his voice making the other two laugh softly. Ignoring the loud mouth 2nd that was the instructor, the middle one gently prodded at the bandage on his bicep. There had been rumors of a disease long since dead resurfacing and so they had all been given the vaccine. The whole group had been in quarantine for the past two weeks, with no one being told what was going on, now though as long as they kept the bandage on they were fine around people. Sucked though that it would scar up once the scab came off, but it was better than the alternative.

"Hey boy are you paying attention?" Blinking under the helmet he turned his attention on the 2nd class now in front of him. He nodded not daring to talk, unlike the other two he couldn't hide the slight accent he still had and that would be a dead give away to Sephiroth. "a bandaid.. seriously? what kind of boys are they giving me now." The second wandered off and he actually stuck his tongue out at his back.

He glanced over as he picked up the 2nd Class' comments and noted the Third he was talking to. More like at, considering how he didn't respond to the Second.... why even a new Third would be wearing a small band aid, he wasn't sure. Anything that small should heal too quickly for a bandaid to be needed.

The second class continued to mutter about such weak boys, and turned back to look at the new group of third classes. " I want you all to forget what you were taught in Cadets, that will get you through Cadets and that is it. We will assess you with the help of the senior thirds and see where you sorry lot are really sitting." Moving through the group he started to pair them off which the seniors. Stopping at the smaller of the three he motioned for Sephiroth. "You get this one..wait, you have a bandaid as well.." Two, really? He grumbled all the more walking off to finish pairing off the group.

Grumbling quietly to himself he picked up the sword and moved over to Sephiroth, he was so going to get his ass kicked... "Sup pretty boy." He made sure to keep the slum rat accent but raised his tone so he sounded much younger than he really was, most the kids they were standing around were 15.

Being called a 'pretty boy' made Sephiroth twitch and half-wish someone had insisted he continue wearing his helmet no matter how many times he had lost it. As it was, he still narrowed his eyes at the seemingly Slum-born Third as he stifled his reaction. "The ceiling," he stated in return as had become his norm when hearing that particular slang. "Do you at least know how to hold a sword properly...?"

"Uh huh, what was next the sky? that's one the lamest retorts I have ever heard, you need a serious lesson on quick witty retorts pretty boy." He glanced down to the sword and then back up to Sephiroth. "Well I would have to assume I hold this here part." he motioned towards the handle. "And not the sharp pointy end.." He resisted the Urge to smirk as he watched Sephiroth. "They taught us in Cadets the sharp pointy end does better with sticking people than this long hard handle type thing."

"So I'm dealing with a four-year-old rather than a hapless two-year-old." Sephiroth kept the smirk from his face as he stepped back from the Rank 1 Third. "Just another ten years to go before you might be useful. Since you're more than ready for a practical assessment... let's see if you can handle a basic downward slash." At least that way the sword would skitter on the floor instead of fly through the air to hit someone.

$#!^....um.. He glanced over slightly and saw one of the others do the move and make a slight motion that is what he should do. #%!@ yo.. I hate swords.. give me an EMR anyday. Trying to copy the hand hold he saw on other two he swung the cumbersome sword down and almost completely over balanced. Yeah.. he HATED swords. He looked up at Sephiroth, there was no way someone this bad could have made SOLDIER.. Murphy just loved him.. he HAD to get paired with Sephiroth.

"Well... that wasn't a complete failure," Sephiroth tilted his head, considering the newer Third and mentally upgrading him to 'six-year-old'. "At least he didn't lose his grip..." he murmured more to himself, then stepped back up to him. "These swords are longer and heavier than what you trained with as a Cadet. You can't get away with a stance like that. Feet further apart and keep your knees relaxed so that you can compensate for the weight," Sephiroth waited a moment before tapping his fingers. "You're holding it too tightly, hold it firmly like you would someone's hand. Holding it tightly will only hurt you in the end."

"Eu odeio espadas..." He growled, not realizing he had slipped back into his native tongue. He did not want to go through a whole sword lesson, he wanted to be on a sunny beach with a bunch of beautiful girls and men only half clothed. But being a good Turk he went with it fixing his stance and hand hold and looking at Sephiroth. "Alright pretty boy.. what next."

He looked at him thoughtfully for the growled words. Considering only Firsts were permitted to use something other than a sword, he didn't see why someone who hated them would even think of joining SOLDIER. It was illogical. "Now..." he purposefully dragged it out as he stepped out of the way, "You try again."

"Are ya still being a twit?" The taller of the group moved up to the two sword resting over his shoulder, thick heavy swamp accent. "Sup Seph, hows it hangin?" He lazily leaned on his sword smirking at them, helmet hiding his eyes. The last of the third moved over sword slipped through his belt since he was currently grabbing both the front and back of the shirt and pulling it away from his body. "Still bugging you?" He only nodded not speaking. The three were moving in as they had gotten word Veld was on his way and Veld walking in was the signal to grab and run.

Sephiroth stilled, eyes narrowing as he looked over the three. Wait a minute... He gauged their heights and builds - All three were just a little slender for a SOLDIER, even a new Third. He smiled slightly as the various things he had noticed clicked and he realized just who the three were. Oh, Reno was so getting payback for calling him a pretty boy.

Tseng saw the smile, his own slowly crossing his face. "Always knew you you were too damn smart for your own good Seph. GAH!!" He reached back through the open area for his arms scratching his back. "Whoa.. Tseng.. Freeze." Tseng did so, if Katana said freeze lately you did just that. Glancing around quickly Katana made sure no one was really paying attention to them and reached into his pocket pulling out medical gloves and slipped them on grabbing Tseng's arm, peeling off bandage the rest of the way off. "Your scratching pulled the bandaid off almost all the way... Sephiroth.. can you reach into my front pocket and pull out another one and open it for me." Gently prods the area seeing it was almost fully scabbed over. "Don't even think of picking at this."

"Yeah yeah I know Kat.."

His smile only grew at Tseng's compliment, though it seemed like they hadn't been trying very hard to go unrecognized. He moved over when he saw Katana pull out gloves, trying to stand in a way that would keep others from seeing if they did look over. It would evoke some curiosity to see a Third in the middle of a training session wearing medical gloves. Sephiroth's fingers brushed against Katana's leg half-purposefully as he retrieved a band aid from his pocket, opening it and holding it out by the edge.

"Get frisky later Seph." He made sure he didn't come anywhere close to touching Sephiroth as he picked up the bandaid and placed it back over the scab. "There.. we'll change them out before we leave and put waterproof on everyone and wrap them well so they don't accidently come off." Grabbing the very edge of the gloves with his teeth he pulled them both off and wrapped the old bandaid in them and pulled out a clear and red bag that read BIO HAZARD and sealed them up inside and put them back in his pocket. "I'm sure you heard we were all quarantined the past few weeks.. word of advice.. don't touch anywhere near the bandaids." He motioned towards where all three had them on the same arm in the same spot.

Shoving the empty wrapper from the band aid in his own pocket to throw out later, Sephiroth canted his head slightly but nodded. He knew Hojo had vaccinated him for several things in the two and a half years prior to his entering the Academy. But the man had never bothered actually telling him what they all were. Though the scabbing looking familiar, it was safer just not to risk it being something he wasn't vaccinated against.

Reno glanced over and smacked Katana right in his own bandage. "OW! damn it Reno..." He hissed the last part and looked over to where he was pointing. Gently he took Sephiroth's arm looking it over. "Oh yeah.. faint but it's there.. you have the same scar we will all have. You're fine then.. you already had the disease." Hearing the door open almost everyone in the room looked over seeing Veld move into the room.

The second in charge looked a little dumbfounded as to why a Turk was in here. "Can I help you?" Veld was looking around the room eyes passing right over the group and landed on the second. "Several of my Turks are missing, trying to see if I can locate them."

"and there's the cue." Reaching down Katana grabbed Sephiroth and threw him over his shoulder and ran out of the room Tseng and Reno right behind him.

The second blinked with huge eyes as one of his thirds was just kidnapped. "Oh.. there they are.... well have a good day." Leaving the sputtering second behind he followed the three at a slower pace. "What you boys do when I leave you alone.. go pretending to be SOLDIER.."

The three stopped and turned pulling their helmets off. "What can I say.. I wanted to see this boy work out.. flex those muscles." Katana reached up and smacked Sephiroth's ass.

He'd expected something to happen when Veld turned up considering there was a trio of disguised Turks in the room. He hadn't expected was to be bodily grabbed and rushed from the room. Though, by Veld's wording he wasn't sure if his Uncle had endorsed this plan or if the three had plotted it on their own.

Sephiroth squeaked a little at the smack, and pinched Katana in retaliation in the same area. Getting free and back on his feet, he pretended neither smack nor pinch had happened.

"Ohh he's really frisky today." Katana chuckled and pulled him in hugging him tightly. "Now Seph, none of that until your birthday, you're only two months away." Veld chided playfully and rubbed his hands. "Well my three.. well four naughty boys, all the bags have been packed and the van's are loaded. Lets get going, we got a boat to catch." Reno whooped and charged off down the hall, Katana hugged Sephiroth again and leaned down kissing him before taking off after Reno.

Shaking his head Tseng reached out pulling Sephiroth to him hugging him tightly. "Missed you otouto... you've grown"

He had to wonder just what he'd done recently to be termed 'naughty' from his uncle. Sephiroth blinked at the kiss-and-run, having half-expected the first but not the rushing off. Though... considering how much Katana seemed to enjoy swimming, perhaps it was no surprise that he was excited for this trip.

"I've missed you, too, Niisan," Sephiroth smiled softly, before blinking slightly at the last two words. "I... have?" Hojo hadn't measured his height during the last few appointments, and his uniform wouldn't reflect such a thing noticeably unless it was a good few inches.

"mm not a whole lot but when I kneel down to my normal level your body isn't hitting in the same spots as it was a few weeks ago." Stand up straight he pulled the boy up against him so his back was flush against him and set a hand on top of his head and stepped back. "Yeah, I would say easily half an inch or more. Looks like you are hitting a growth spurt." Smiling he reached out pulling the boy to him and started for the Elevator down to the garage. "That's good, just means you are probably eating like a horse now too aren't you."

Half an inch already? He hadn't realized he could grow that quickly in only a month or so, it seemed a little fast. Sephiroth's expression at Tseng's comment was more than a little sheepish. He had been eating more... not only more at the mess, but more of his snacks as well, he'd been restocking them twice as often. The turn of phrase wasn't one he recognized, but he could guess at what it meant.

Tseng grinned at the sheepishness and pulled him in closer as he moved them both out into the garage. "That's a good thing, you weren't eating nearly enough at the apartment. Come on we're in the first van." There were two black Shinra vans all of them with Turks in various states of dressed around or inside. Reno and Katana had both already changed out of their SOLDIER uniforms, with the former in a very loud Costa print shirt. "Oh yeah baby!" He jumped into the first van taking a seat in the back, Rude shaking his head the entire time sat down next to his partner. "Go grab the middle bench Seph, and save me the window I need to get the hell out of this uniform."

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