Characters: Sara, Edgeworth Content: Backdated irony. Lots of it. Setting: The grounds of the military academy Time: Five years ago Warnings: Horribleness?
A young man stepped towards the wall, his back straight, his head raised, and his hands folded behind his back. His age was somewhat inscrutable; his voice was deep, but not overly so, and he had both silver hair and the beginnings of lines on an otherwise fresh and youthful face. Not only that, but instead of the cadet's uniform worn by Sara's peers, he instead sported the crisp, tidy uniform of an officer of the Air Navy.
He said nothing further to her, though, and didn't even spare her a second glance. Instead, his attention was focused on the pictures on the wall.
Her answer came quickly, and she spoke with directness and confidence, but without a trace of arrogance or foolhardy cockiness. That was a very good sign indeed.
"That's exactly right," he said, "and don't you forget it. However, if you're even half the pilot your brother is ...well, you shouldn't have a problem."
"You're right," Sara admitted. "I'll work hard so that when it comes, I'll do the best job I can and be the best one out there, sir!" Her voice was a little nervous as she said this, but her words rang like she believed them as a guaranteed truth. "'Only you can accomplish what you've decided. Once you know that, you can do anything.' That's what Brother says."
Edgeworth was glad to see her determination. She may be a nervous young cadet now, but with an attitude like that, she was bound to go far. Perhaps even farther than her talented brother.
Unfortunately, he did not have much longer to chat with this ambitious young pilot. Other duties called, which left little time for small talk. It was a shame, really; considering the dolts he was usually forced to deal with, she would probably be the best conversation this entire trip.
"He's given you good advice," he said. "I'm afraid I must be going, but I look forward to seeing you again, Miss Werec - on the field, that is."
A young man stepped towards the wall, his back straight, his head raised, and his hands folded behind his back. His age was somewhat inscrutable; his voice was deep, but not overly so, and he had both silver hair and the beginnings of lines on an otherwise fresh and youthful face. Not only that, but instead of the cadet's uniform worn by Sara's peers, he instead sported the crisp, tidy uniform of an officer of the Air Navy.
He said nothing further to her, though, and didn't even spare her a second glance. Instead, his attention was focused on the pictures on the wall.
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"That's exactly right," he said, "and don't you forget it. However, if you're even half the pilot your brother is ...well, you shouldn't have a problem."
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"I'll make sure to live up to that," she said. "I don't know if I'm there yet, but I'm doing my best."
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Unfortunately, he did not have much longer to chat with this ambitious young pilot. Other duties called, which left little time for small talk. It was a shame, really; considering the dolts he was usually forced to deal with, she would probably be the best conversation this entire trip.
"He's given you good advice," he said. "I'm afraid I must be going, but I look forward to seeing you again, Miss Werec - on the field, that is."
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"Absolutely! Don't worry, I'll get to see you again, and I definitely won't let you down!"
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With that said, he turned on his heel and walked away to face his other obligations at the academy.
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