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Michael was sat on the wall in front of Cross' house, arms resting on his knees, as he waited for his ride to show up. He never expected this to happen, but truth be told, he was curious about this Zechs guy - especially since he happened to be Tyki's fiancé - and this looked like the best way to get information.
Heh. And yeah, he had his knives on him.
Heh. And yeah, he had his knives on him.
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Date: 2009-06-14 06:41 am (UTC)From:anya lot of his training. There were a lot of languages that he didn't actually know he knew - Russian and Chinese, to name a couple - but it looked like he and his siblings had been prepared well for their purpose.Michael couldn't help but notice, as they walked out of the garage, that Zechs moved very much in the same way Johann did: very confident, like he was aware of his own strength. It was a strange feeling, being around someone who was so obviously a soldier - if you knew what to look for. It unconsciously put him on guard, but at the same time he could relax because he knew what to expect.
He was only half listening to what Zechs was saying, still ruminating on his reply from before. He shook it off quickly though, not wanting to draw any more attention to himself. "Oh? Because you're a good soldier? Or because people during wartime get desperate?"