THIRTY-SEVEN : Give me something to believe in

[wristsniper]

[Unfiltered, and GOD does she sound furious:]

Is this your idea of a joke, Mayfield?

He just got here and you've already taken him away? You sons of bitches...

[ooc: l-lol, yes, still backtagging the previous post. But Olivier can't just AVOID reacting to Miles' droning. Is impossible. And she has had a REALLY BAD few weeks.]

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[thelittlecanary]

I'm sorry. I hope he recovers soon.

[wristsniper]

...Hn.

[thelittlecanary]

...Was there a reason for his droning?

[wristsniper]

Not that I can discern.

[thelittlecanary]

Hmm... [Lapses into silence, then clears her throat a little embarrassedly.] Gods, would you listen to me, asking questions before introducing myself! My name is Garnet til Alexandros, and I wish we could have met under better circumstances.

[wristsniper]

...Garnet. Where have I heard your name...

[thelittlecanary]

Perhaps we have friends in common?

[wristsniper]

It's possible.

[thelittlecanary]

[Pauses for a moment.] Are you acquainted with Zidane or Jecht?

[wristsniper]

Jecht, yes.

[thelittlecanary]

W-well, he has been looking out for me since I arrived here. I'm very grateful to him for it.
May I ask for your name?

[wristsniper]

Major General Armstrong.

[thelittlecanary]

Oh! [And it's her title that definitely rings a bell.] Jecht has mentioned you, Major General. He told me you helped him construct the beach in front of his home.
It's a pleasure to finally meet you.

[wristsniper]

Has he really?

It was pathetic before I took it over. [And she sounds a little amused.]

[thelittlecanary]

He also mentioned something along those lines. [Garnet stifles a giggle; she'd hate to laugh at Jecht's expense.]

[wristsniper]

Well, he thinks a bit too small sometimes.