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Mission part 1 "Attention, Third Class Officer, Buddy ~~~~~, is ordered to be at Director Lazard's office at 1300 hours." My heart was in my throat as I was standing in front of a very impressive door that read DIRECTOR LAZARD.  Why would this 'Lazard' guy want to see me?  And by the way who was this guy anyway?? "What up chicken butt?" a familiar voice sang, disturbing me from my thoughts.  I turned around to see my best friend smiling from behind her helmet. "Greetings there friend," I smiled, "What are you doing here, Nara?" I inquired, placing my hands on my hips. "It's Nate here, re-mem-ba-er," she said, flapping a little blue pie

Awkward I ~~~~ ~~~~~, being of somewhat sound mind and body declare that all men, no matter what age, are STUPID!!! Why?  You may ask?  Well, I will tell you. It started earlier today… I just got back from my mission, which was a lousy escort mission, and I was quietly minding my own business in the SOLDIER lounge.  That was until two familiar dark haired males walked into the room… "I'm telling you, Angeal, I met this amazing girl last night!" Zack sighed, plopping down on the couch next to me. "I have a feeling that I've heard this story before, Zack," Angeal smirked, leaning against a near by wall. "No really!  She's my dr

The Day Off Bad music and good drinks… That's the Goblin Bar's motto and tonight they were doing a bang up job of sticking to it. "You would think that they would hire a better band," I sighed, throwing back the last of my drink and slamming the cup on the bar.  I motioned the bartender for another, which he happily obliged and set another cup full of sweet, fizzy liquid in front of me.   "Well, I don't think they're that bad," my violet haired companion stated, bobbing her head to the offbeat music as she polishes off the last of her drink, some foul colorful concoction that had a matching umbrella. "Whatever," I rolled my eyes, Na

The Training Day  The fast rhythmic beat of the helicopter blades fell in perfect sync with the uncontrollable beating of my heart.  Its do or die… this was what separates the boys from the men, or in this case girl from men.   "Get in, destroy the enemy, get out," Angeal voice rang in my ears.  Right. "Jump in…3…2…" I adjusted my helmet and held my breath, "…1 GO!"   I closed my eyes and jumped. The feeling of falling is both exhilarating and terrifying, freeing and unreal as the wind whipped past my face.  Sensing the ground I opened my eyes and rather gracefully landed on my feet, bending my knees to adsorb

The "Stupid You" Day Rule numero uno of Shinra:  Don't zombie out while walking down hallways; you never know where you are going to end up. It stared out as the three of us walking down the hallways of the Shinra building, Kunsel and Nara aka 'Nate' chatting like two little school girls leaving me, ~~~~ aka 'Buddy,' to enter zombie mode. That is a mistake I will never do again. I took me a while to register that the temperature rose and that there was a steamy fog that clouded my view.  I could faintly here the sound of men's voices…  Then it was all clear.   Kunsel lead us right into the men's shower room. And it so happened to b

The First Day Tick tock tick tock… That damn clock would not shut up.  My heart would only beat faster with every tick of that stupid clock.   I was standing, more like twitching, at a long line of up and coming 3rd class operatives.  But the good thing is that I wasn't the only one who was more than anxious to meet our 1st class supervisors, there was a bunch of grunting, coughing and taping of the impatient foot, that was until the doors slide open and three of the most intimidating men I have ever seen walked in.  The first one was a tall man with slicked back dark hair and a sword that was taller than me on his back.  The next was

                               Shinra's Finest "Are you sure it's on right?" "Yeah, nobody will ever know," "And the wrap?" "It's fine, you're such a worry wart, [name]!" "Well, soooory for being a little nervous!" you shouted at your best friend. "How can they see with these helmets on?" your purple haired friend complained, adjusting the metal contraption on her head. "You're you sure we don't stand out, Nara?" you timidly asked, looking yourself over. "Relax, [name]. If we play our cards right, none of the higher ups will ever know," Nara smirked, tucking the material of her pants into her boots. Tacking a deep breath, you took