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[soulsflight]

who: Claire Farron & Open~
what: Her arrival + her settling in as a perimeter guard.
when: December 9th.
where: Communal housing + hanging out around it.
warnings: TBD? I can't think of any off the top of my head.

The new world faded like a dream. Claire stood beside her bed - her assigned bed - eyes unfocused. Had she imagined it? No, she knew better than that. That world had been real and so was this one.

Tipping her head back, she let out a long breath, her lips set in a grim line. As much as she wanted to avoid the reason she had been brought here - instead of left alone - she knew that wasn't possible. Flicking open her bag, she pulled out the knife Serah had given her. It was the only weapon she had, but since she was meant to be a perimeter guard, she knew that wouldn't always be the case.

With the blade tucked into her belt, she left her room and paced down one of the halls, alert for any sounds of distress. She couldn't really help herself. After fighting for so long, after being a guardian, a warrior, a savior, she couldn't turn her back on anyone in need.

Too bad no one seemed to be running to her aid. But that was on a par for her life so far.

"What would you think of all of this?" she smirked as she thought of her sister and her friends. Running a hand through her hair, she shook her head ruefully.

"Hey, anyone alive in here?"

(Outside)

Since she was a so-called "perimeter guard", it followed that she needed to know said perimeter. Armed at last with a proper gun, Claire slipped away from the communal housing and took advantage of her duties. The knife Serah had given her was still in her belt, ready for any close combat if, for some reason, her gun was knocked away.

Maybe she could put together a gun-blade somehow. That was her preferred weapon for being a guard, at least.

Boy was this bringing back memories. Her stride lengthened and she rested the gun against her shoulder.

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[soulsflight]

"Noted." she could grin and bear it with the best of them. Her temper wasn't nearly so short-fused as it used to be. That didn't mean she would take anyone ordering her around too much, however. Claire Farron would always have her emotional limitations no matter how much she learned...or matured.

"What are the Olympics?" no, she was serious. She presumed some sort of competition or sport, but the name didn't ring any bells.

Of course nothing mattered as much as checking out the Armoury when they finally caught sight of it. She grinned and walked inside, eyeing the guns and the various other gear with a critical eye.

"I'm really not dressed for combat." not with her high-heeled shoes. She tugged them off, sought out some socks and exchanged them for some boots. Then she added on a few pieces of leather to her person for protection should she need to fall or roll. Last, but not least, she gathered more ammo for her gun and dropped it into a satchel at her waist.

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"Olympics. Well, every country on my planet sends their best athletes to compete in different games to win medals, and the country who wins the most gets bragging rights until the next one. Some games are more important than others. No one really cares who takes home the gold medal for curling. It basically exists to make Canadians feel included." John's an old hat at explaining Earth traditions and sport at this point. Even before Riverview, he's spent years trying to convince the Athosians into starting a football league.

He picks up a some kind of anti-materiel rifle, one far too large and unwieldy for an in-and-out mission, but definitely high on cool factor, and beads it on the target across the room while Lightning picks out her gear.

"What are you talking about? I wear heels into battle all the time. Surefire way to distract the enemy." He tosses her a few grenades, underhand, with a grin.

"Don't get too excited. I doubt we'll be seeing a lot of action, but we'll probably get stuck clearing a ton of bush. Might as well do it the fast way. Efficiency." That, and explosions are good for the soul. They make John feel better, anyway.

[soulsflight]

"We have something like that on my world. I guess ambition exists everywhere." she isn't surprised; humans will be humans, "Why is curling less important? All of the sports should be equal, right?"

If they are not equal, what is the point of working so hard and displaying them to the world? Claire hums faintly as she readies herself for combat. As a last measure, she shrugs off her cardigan and hangs it near her heels. She doesn't want to be easy to catch - nor does she want it torn.

She looks up from her preparations in time to catch a grenade. What the hell?

"Don't toss them!" she clips the explosives to her belt, grimacing, "You do have the legs for heels." her eyes flash, slightly mischievous, but the emotion shifts suddenly into something sterner, "I'm not wasting grenades on brush. Besides, brush can be a nice cover."

That and animals could be living there. Blowing up their homes - or them - is bad manners.