11-28-2006, 03:01 AM
Being informed of his new found position as the leader of the fusion leader, he was quite excited. Well, excited wasn?t the right word. He was more prepared and ready to meet his co-captain for the time being. It wasn?t long he was going to be the leader of the unit, only while they were gone. This was his chance to prove himself though! Just maybe, he would get promoted above all the low-class soldiers that occupied his unit. Stepping from the alley he had been in, he looked around and quickly caught sight of the elder man that he would be helping. Setting off toward him, he dashed through the air in his ally?s position.
?Hey Gramps!? the boy yelled, stopping to a halt near the old man.
Pausing a moment, he couldn?t but help wonder how the old man had gotten into the army. He looked rather old, and not that strong. Never the less, much weaker units had been set in the Dante force. The boy?s eyes scanned up and down the man, looking at his gray fluffy mustache that matched the small puffball on his head. Chuckling he looked at the dark blue on his clothing, but quickly shifted his eyes to his own clothing.
?Johan is it? That?s all they told me, but hey! I?m Pigero, fourteen year old soldier of Dante,? the boy chimed in a cheery tone.
The rain trickled on to the boy?s scruffy obsidian locks. Shaking his head, to get rid of the water he chuckled at the man, waiting for a response. His eyes locked onto the old man?s, he eyed his gray eyebrows further noticing his old age.
?Just maybe, this war won?t be as bad as I thought.? the teenager thought to himself.
OOC_ Okay, NEXT ONES WILL BE GOOD! Filler for GG.
?Hey Gramps!? the boy yelled, stopping to a halt near the old man.
Pausing a moment, he couldn?t but help wonder how the old man had gotten into the army. He looked rather old, and not that strong. Never the less, much weaker units had been set in the Dante force. The boy?s eyes scanned up and down the man, looking at his gray fluffy mustache that matched the small puffball on his head. Chuckling he looked at the dark blue on his clothing, but quickly shifted his eyes to his own clothing.
?Johan is it? That?s all they told me, but hey! I?m Pigero, fourteen year old soldier of Dante,? the boy chimed in a cheery tone.
The rain trickled on to the boy?s scruffy obsidian locks. Shaking his head, to get rid of the water he chuckled at the man, waiting for a response. His eyes locked onto the old man?s, he eyed his gray eyebrows further noticing his old age.
?Just maybe, this war won?t be as bad as I thought.? the teenager thought to himself.
OOC_ Okay, NEXT ONES WILL BE GOOD! Filler for GG.