aerialassault | 001 [audio/action] backdated to the 18th

[accidental audio/action for CH 5]

--at's it. I'm gonna pulverize--

[The words, made audible through an accidental feed on the journal that Cliff threw aside, were cut off by the crack of splintering wood as his fist slammed into it at full throttle. Cliff had finally awoken from his shift-induced dream, and he was pissed. It was just unfortunate that the first person he saw that morning had to be the target for his frustration at the Malnosso.

He was going to crush their captors...after he crushed Albel Nox.

It wasn't going to be pretty.]

[very intentional audio]

Sorry 'bout the mess this morning. Technical difficulties. Won't happen again.

Now. What the hell was that last week? A shift? That's one helluva-- [He stopped and took a deep, calming breath.] Don't tell me that happens all the time.

I'm more than game if anyone wants to work off some stress. See ya at the Barracks. Or the Dome. I dunno.

Cliff Fittir. Over and out.

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[True to his word, Cliff could be found at both the Barracks and the Battle Dome at various points throughout the day, as he restlessly wandered between the two facilities because neither actually fit his needs for the moment. A good spar was what he had in mind, although he wouldn't say no to company with someone that didn't know him and was actually sane.

Don't worry. He'll be cool.]

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[Cliff brings himself to a halt at the sound of Fayt's voice...barely. The mere thought of punching that grin off of Albel's face was as tantaizing a draw as it had been in Kirlsa, and continued to be, but that rivalry was lower on the list of priorities for him. But, it wasn't low enough for him to give up on it that easily.

Instead of immediately diving into a charge, he flashed Fayt a grin.]

Morning!

[--explanations and complaints would come later. This wasn't true bloodlust any longer, but a continuation of the little dance that they always found themselves in.]

[Albel paused as well, shooting a look of equal irritation back at Fayt. Yes, he respected the boy enough not to keep fighting right away, but Albel wasn't terribly amused with all of these interruptions.]

I would think it would be obvious.

[He had a sword in his hand and Cliff had his fists up. There wasn't all that much left to the imagination.]

Of course it's obvious. I wouldn't be surprised if you woke the whole building trying to bash each other's brains out. [Eh. At least it looked like they both weren't as bad off as he thought they would be.... then again, who knew how long they had been fighting. Maybe they had already blown off some steam.]

You guys do realize you can put that frustration to better use, right?

Oh?

[Although the little skirmish had helped him cool off, it still wasn't near enough. There was a score to settle between the two of them...and, beside that, neither of them would really kill eachother.

They'd be out a good sparring partner.]

D'ya got any ideas about what, then?

001 [audio/action] backdated to the 18th

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[Action] Just going to tag in again, if you don't mind--

[Action] should be cool.