Mission Report #12
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[The display clicks on to show Squall sitting at the kitchen table in the apartment he shares with Rinoa, morning light still wan and cool at the window, with a coffee mug at his left hand that he's not paying any attention to at the moment. Instead, expression very flat, he's staring steadily at the fairy that has alighted on the table in front of him.
It flutters its wings in a brief little flick of motion - small, beady-eyed, cute in its grotesque kind of way - and moves a couple of tentative inches towards Squall across the tabletop, tiny feet making a tiny tiktiktik sound. The round little head tips back to look up at Squall with beadblack eyes.
Squall watches it steadily, and the fairy smiles. Very wide. Then it opens its mouth and its head is suddenly all teeth.
It darts at Squall's face in a quick blur of wings, a flash of motion that ends just as quickly when Squall pins it to the table with a combat knife before it's halfway to him, splattering greenish ichor all around it and nearly cutting the little thing in half. The fairy twitches, wings moving spasmodically, and then doesn't move any more.
Squall lets out a faintly aggrieved sigh.]
...gonna be a long day.
[He knocks back the rest of his coffee, puts the mug back down, and gets unhurriedly to his feet, first hefting his gunblade into place at his side, then reaching for the Network device and making a brief annoyed face when he realizes it's already recording. The video clicks off as he switches it to voice mode.]
Squall Leonhart, City police force Special Assault and Tactics division, going on duty. If anybody needs a hand, let me know.
[The display clicks on to show Squall sitting at the kitchen table in the apartment he shares with Rinoa, morning light still wan and cool at the window, with a coffee mug at his left hand that he's not paying any attention to at the moment. Instead, expression very flat, he's staring steadily at the fairy that has alighted on the table in front of him.
It flutters its wings in a brief little flick of motion - small, beady-eyed, cute in its grotesque kind of way - and moves a couple of tentative inches towards Squall across the tabletop, tiny feet making a tiny tiktiktik sound. The round little head tips back to look up at Squall with beadblack eyes.
Squall watches it steadily, and the fairy smiles. Very wide. Then it opens its mouth and its head is suddenly all teeth.
It darts at Squall's face in a quick blur of wings, a flash of motion that ends just as quickly when Squall pins it to the table with a combat knife before it's halfway to him, splattering greenish ichor all around it and nearly cutting the little thing in half. The fairy twitches, wings moving spasmodically, and then doesn't move any more.
Squall lets out a faintly aggrieved sigh.]
...gonna be a long day.
[He knocks back the rest of his coffee, puts the mug back down, and gets unhurriedly to his feet, first hefting his gunblade into place at his side, then reaching for the Network device and making a brief annoyed face when he realizes it's already recording. The video clicks off as he switches it to voice mode.]
Squall Leonhart, City police force Special Assault and Tactics division, going on duty. If anybody needs a hand, let me know.