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Gadot here! Give me a holler if ya need anything. (Roleplay blog for Gadot from FFXIII)

[breautender-blog]

hey girl ;)

“You finally show your face… and it’s covered in dirt and sweat! Get out of the kitchen until you’ve cleaned up!”

[bodhumbuilder-blog]

“Hey, what kinda welcome is that? It ain’t that bad,” he said, looking down at himself and then smiling mischievously as he advanced on her with open arms. “C’mon, at least give me a kiss before kickin’ me out.”

[sanctumcowboy]

bodhumbuilder started following you

[sanctumcowboy]

Well well, if it ain’t Snow the Second. I gotta say, big guy, we really appreciated the help you gave us buildin’ around the pillar and in New Bodhum the last couple years. Never seen anybody work as hard as you. If you were interested, we could even use your help in the Academy, though I suspect you’re more needed here. Lebreau would have a fit if you went runnin’ off in search of danger. Still, you make sure you’re takin’ care of the kids in this town; they’re looking to you now, especially since the absence of your glorious leader.

…And keep out of trouble. Don’t think the Guardian Corps ever forgot about your friends’ track records back on Cocoon.

[bodhumbuilder-blog]

"Who you callin' Snow the Second, army guy?"

Gadot crossed his arms and tilted his chin up, if only to look him down from even higher.  At the idea of helping the Academy, he gave a sarcastic, unceremonious snort, like the suggestion was truly amusing.  "I ain't workin' for anyone who ever had anything to do with the Sanctum, no matter how bad ya want me.  Got a place to be now, and I am takin' care of the kids, 's much as I can.  Just how our track record is doin' your job for you, huh?"

He took a sure step towards the soldier, his arrogant smile fading into a more wary--and vaguely threatening--look.

"What do you know about Lebreau, anyway?"

[bodhumbuilder-blog]

Do you like cooked vegetables or steamed vegetables?

Raw. Like I keep tellin' Lebreau, any form of cooking makes 'em soggy and gross.

[bodhumbuilder-blog]

Can you suggest some lift techniques for biceps? I've been doing curls with soup cans for months and nothing is happening.

Well, of course nothing’s happenin’ if you’re liftin' feathers!  Try to use something heavier, like big rocks or cats if you ain’t got real weights.  S’long as it hurts at the end of your reps!

[bodhumbuilder-blog]

ey u gotta problem brah? u wanna go?

Wha—no problem here!

Ya don’t wanna go against me anyway.

[bodhumbuilder-blog]

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[bodhumbuilder-blog]

How do you feel about cats?

Nothin’ in particular, I guess.  Don’t spend much time with ‘em like Yuj does.

[bodhumbuilder-blog]

What are your favorite sandwich recipes?

Grilled cheese with bacon, what kinda question is that?

[bodhumbuilder-blog]

Ey can I get yo numba

Only if ya gimme yours first.

[bodhumbuilder-blog]

What's big and tan and bootilicious all over?

Me, prob’ly?

[bodhumbuilder-blog]

Where's my sandwich

Uhh—I can go and make one?  Didn’t know y'were hungry!

[bodhumbuilder-blog]

Yeah you with the face

What's up, 'breau?

[bodhumbuilder-blog]

Hey you

Hm?

[library--fairy]

I BLAME EVERYTHING ON MAUDE

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA WHY

REFERENCE

[bodhumbuilder-blog]

Hey guys!  I totally forgot to make an intro post yesterday, so here goes--

Gadotmun here!  I'm incredibly excited to start RPing Gadot, especially at FFU--I've heard nothing but good stuff about you guys, so I'm really looking forward to getting to know you all!

I might be scarce tonight and possibly tomorrow as well due to real life commitments, so I've had to draft replies to starters made for me, but I'll definitely get to them as soon as I can!

In the mean time, if someone would like to start a thread with me, just go ahead and write a starter or send me an ask to discuss what we can do and I'll definitely write a starter for you!

I can't wait to start RPing with you all! - w -

[bodhumbuilder-blog]

Coming Home | Lebreau

[breautender-blog]

Superstition never warranted much in the way of her belief, but intuition unexpectedly became a survival skill on Pulse. Although it served little use when the seasons on terra incognita could be so unpredictable. With the surge in low tides, prolonged daylight,  and reappearance of gulls to the coastal areas in search of nesting grounds, Lebreau had a hunch that something was coming to New Bodhum. Unfortunately, she lacked the spiritual acuity to decipher such omens; instead, she decidedly regarded them with little more than acknowledgement as each day passed like the one before. In their new home on the crest of the rugged frontier, these signs in the summer brought calm seas; yet, as Lebreau recalled one morning, it was another season without any sign of Gadot. He said it’d only be for a few days, didn’t he?

This morning, much like the last, was spent in prep before the rush of yet another afternoon crowd just hours away from clamoring for cocktails and sundry refreshments. In the abundant community gardens, Lebreau  harvested a day’s worth of produce just after dawn, reaping only what was necessary for business. She discarded the loose umber earth from each plant before stowing it inside a wickerwork basket.   Resting her knees on the deck above the plot of land located within close proximity to the NORA house, the brunette wiped the soot from her palms on a dark apron and admired her work. She repeated this task each morning, enjoying the quiet before the storm.  

 A steady hand pressed against the handle. Carefully, she rocked the kitchen knife across the cutting board, and julienned the freshly washed vegetables. After the ingredients were stocked into glass jars, she stored each container inside the ice chest for later use. Lebreau recounted another day’s to-do list, committing most of it to memory while scribbling financial notes frantically on an accounting ledger.  Every day the same. She balanced numbers and prepared the ingredients, she handled orders and ordered around the new recruits.  Hardly noticing the passage of the day into the evening, to dinner, and finally closing— when nights ended and fluidly looped into other mornings; another week, another season passed.

While most days went unnoticed, with the occasional racket from Maqui’s shop or quarrels on the beach; this morning was like not unlike all the rest. With one exception. The low murmur of an ursine growl, almost more animal than man, echoed into the café entrance. Then, like thunder, came the quake of sandals creaking against the loose boards of the weathered porch steps. But before she could arm herself with a frying pan, a silhouette appeared at the doorway.  

 “Gadot! Where have you been!?” A shrill voice cried out, though she could hardly believe the words were her own.  Had he always been the only one who could break past her barrier? She swung at him with a spatula, trying to shake away the anger that was building within her chest. “Well!? What do you have to say for yourself!?” 

[bodhumbuilder-blog]

Somewhere along the back of his mind, he briefly regretted that his size made him more or less a stranger to stealth; his weight was heavy on the floorboards, and he started at the creak that made Lebreau look up from her morning work--always as diligent as ever.  He had taken barely a few steps inside when he was already running from her, the practiced dance of the prey distancing itself from its predator.

In this case, Lebreau was the predator.

He held his hands out, short, warning sounds uttered with something a lot like fear falling from his lips.  "Hey, you tryin' to kill me before breakfast?  Put that thing down," he said, speaking to her with the tone of habit.  Despite the fact that he was sliding into light-hearted banter, he quickly realized that the look in her eyes was no exaggeration, and he completely straightened up, muscles loosening as he let his hands drop at his sides.

"I sent you a message, didn't I?  Wait--" a frown climbed onto his features, "did that kid Wedge not bring it to you?  I swear I made sure to keep you in the know--it ain't my fault this time!  You know I don't go runnnin' off Snow, right?"

His lips shaped themselves into something strangely resembling a pout as he listened to the wave crash along the shore, for the few seconds of silence he got from Lebreau.  Hell, he felt like a kid who was about to get a good scolding, like when the three of them staged some misdeed or other at the orphanage.  But Lebreau was by far the scariest one to be scolded by.

[bodhumbuilder-blog]

Coming Home | Lebreau

Back when they had settled into New Bodhum, some of the townspeople had had trouble getting used to the new location and calling it home--Yuj, with all his kindness, had told them something about home being where the heart was.  Gadot hadn't really listened then, but now he realized, his home was where his friends were.  It had been months, now, hadn't it?

He'd thought it would only be a few days, too; with Snow gone, it fell to the rest of them to do as he usually would.  There were some dealings to be had with those who were aiming towards a provisional government, and he headed towards the base of the pillar--but of course it didn't take just a few days.  Those of the Cavalry who had helped build New Bodhum had sold Gadot's talents to smaller communities rebuilding within Cocoon, and he couldn't find himself saying no when they asked him to help.

At least he'd made sure to alert Lebreau of the situation: he left a message to her with some Cavalry kid who looked no older than Maqui to him and seemed a bit too enthusiastic just about delivering a letter, but at least he was going to do the job.  Perhaps that had been a mistake, but he never really question the fact that she didn't return a message; she was always too busy cooking or wiping the rookies' asses to have some time to herself, and he knew she'd much rather have a good scotch while sitting on the beach than to sit down and write.

Man, did he miss drinking with her.

The sun was burning on the nape of his neck as he mounted off his chocobo on the beachfront, letting it roam free in the area--they'd never taken to tying up the chocobos here on Pulse, and the poor bird was already so tired there wasn't really anywhere for him to go.  He stretched his arms out to the sides until his back popped, grunted, and headed towards the NORA House.