The Man With The Machine Gun

Hello! Laguna here; I'm a soldier and war reporter. This is where I'd post my informals...if I had any. This is an AU roleplay account affiliated with Taejin's Army.

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((What happened while I was gone? Everything's all...well, you know. I'll be here when you guys get things back and running: mikaeldrobny.tumblr.com))

((I am also still on MSN. Same name, same address. [email protected]))

((Keep me posted, guys - I'm not giving up on this group just yet! 8D ))

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ignistaejin:

Fortune wasn’t something that graced the strategist very often and today wasn’t any exception. Through experience, though, Ignis learned that one had to create their own luck in order to truly be successful. Despite that comfy ideal, no amount of fortune-forging could produce the results he desired: for the rain to stop for the time being. Atmosphere had always been a personal delight that he chose to indulge in on a moderately frequent basis, but right now it was the furthest thing from convenient he could imagine. Their mission was a simple and mundane task, also known as ‘boring’. The tedious walk was going to benevolently complimented by humidity, smearing and smudging puddles of mud and a dark overcast that could possibly make their job harder if the clouds decided to block out the moon and stars should their objective be reached at night. This wasn’t particularly the first selection he would of made for a beginning mission given his extensive experience outside of this army he had joined. Ignis was no stranger to the order of things and knew that he and this other new guy were going to have to pull more than their own weight to get the respect and expectations that they wanted. 

Ignis leisurely looked skyward as his feet moved at a gentle yet efficient pace. Droplets of rain dotted his glasses, landing in small splashes as he observed the clouds and began determining their trajectory. Their Mission Object was north of their meeting point and, much to the man’s expectations, the clouds happened to be traveling in the same direction with no indication of easing to a mist. While the soft lull of the world being decorated with transparent beads of water was endearing to him, Ignis had to admit that traversing a longer distance in it wasn’t his favorite thing in the world to do. While it was to early to determine, he suspected that the light showers would eventually evolve into storming conditions. Much to the saboteur’s disdain, the most danger they’d probably encounter would be some brand of sickness. 

As he neared the structure, his eyes caught the windows that exposed to him the interior. The pitch black that he noted inside meant the power was out. The man had to wonder if his partner for the current mission was nestled there in the darkness. If it were him, he’d probably be resting up. Of course the man he’d have to work with this time around wasn’t him. What kind of guy was this partner of his anyways? Was he even a ‘he’ at all? While these questions teased his mind, ultimately, it wasn’t a very important factor in being successful with the first mission. Ignis found that he was pretty tolerable of others; at least publicly. It was always easier to keep relations of any kind fairly simple since complicating things tend to get people either nervous or mischievous. He stepped into the facility, looking up and opening his eyes from the thoughts that had been occupying his mind. As he did, he was met by a figure tumbling down the stairs and coming to a halt just in front of him.

“Laguna Loire I presume?”

The commando just laid there for a moment, cursing to himself quietly at coincidence. Maybe if he closed his eyes that stranger would go away - nope; still there. Laguna stood with a sheepish grin. "A-ah...yeah. Yeah I'm Laguna Loire. This isn't how I am in the field; really." He wasn't a very good liar. "You're Ignis? That was your name, right? I'm ready to go if you are! Haha...ha." Shuffling weight and picking up the automatic weapon that had plummeted down the stairs in his wake, he proceeded to check to make certain it was still in working order. The commando had to figure out a way to escape this awkward situation; find a way to retrieve what was left of his dignity, and fast.

"Looks like it's still okay! We can make little talk on our way there, for now - let us be off!!"

With that, Laguna threw the sling of the machine gun around his shoulder and began a triumphant march toward a pair of doors at the end of the hall; If only his way with words were as remarkable as this illusion of confidence. It sure was a beautiful day.

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Almost Remember | Laguna and Squall

Tired.

No, it wasn’t just that. He had been distracted. Needed to clear his mind. And Squall being Squall, only knew how to do that by heading out and hunting.

Hunting helped him not think. Focus on something else. The lone wolf and his prey. That was all that existed in that moment. At least, that was normally how it went.

But he had been off his center today. Unbalanced. By what, he did not really know. Nor had he realised until he had seen that Behemoth paw rushing towards him too late for him to dodge.

He had managed to down the Behemoth eventually, thanks to Revolver. It had been a messier job than was normally Squall’s style, but survival had become more important at that point. Now his side hurt where that gigantic forepaw had made contact. White shirt caked with dried blood that wasn’t entirely his.

Tired.

Walking into Oerba, he garnered but a few curious stares from wandering villagers. They were used to this sight by now. Soldiers returning with some injuries were a normal thing, and if it wasn’t particularly serious, it wasn’t any cause for alarm.

He was a bit light-headed, unsteady. A wave of dizziness hit him, and focused more on keeping upright, Squall didn’t notice that he was nearly walking into another man.

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"Woah! Careful now!!"

The voice came from an asparagus of a man in his mid-to-late twenties with long sparrow-black hair and piercing green eyes. He stood about half of a head taller than the gunbladier and dog tags flashed brilliantly in the sunlight - he was a soldier with the Taejin Army, of that it was certain - but he looked like he wasn't planning to leave anytime soon. "You almost knocked me over, man. I...um..." He was awkward, obviously - perhaps even a moron? Very likely.

"I'm Laguna. Laguna Loire, a commando with Taejin! Hahaha..." He paused, shifting his weight between sentences - studying the stranger before him with keen interest. "Something about you seems familiar somehow...now I don't mean to sound like a creep or anything, but seriously, it's almost as if I've seen you somewhere before. In any case, I'd like to know your name - we might end up fighting together and stuff so I think that would be a good idea. Yep." Laguna nodded as if he had to reassure himself that what he said was socially acceptable. It wasn't.

He had spent the day wandering Oerba looking for something to eat, at least that's what he believed to be his original intention before he had realized that he had absolutely no idea where he was going; certainly he would find a cafe or restaurant around here eventually, right? This cranky-looking hero guy should totally have some sort of recommendation.

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Taejin Mission 029: Pest Control

It began with rain.

Laguna Loire was in a locker room of sorts; he was alone. The power had somehow managed to be cut off by the storm, forcing the man to finish lacing his boots in the dark. Pale, milky clouds darkened by afternoon light stretched across the sky separated into rectangles by interior window frames - the gentle rattling of droplets tapped against the glass panels with a persistent lull.

"Of course; it would be raining on my first mission," Laguna said to himself before standing with an exaggerated yawn and amused smirk. The mission sounded simple enough, all they had to do was head northwards, right? There is no way they could possibly get lost. As he strode through the empty, dark halls to one of many doors leading to an external stairwell; the commando proceeded to envelope himself with a sage-green hooded leather cloak. Laguna wondered what kind of person this Ignis was, would he be difficult to work with? 'Difficulty' was totally Laguna's middle name and he wasn't about to let some quarter-minded soldier walk all over him. Nope.

As the passing thought winded through Laguna's mind, his coordination seemed to go with it - for he proceeded to tumble down two flights of stairs. Well; that's one way to leave a building - and boy, did it hurt. Landing at the bottom of the stairs and right before the main double doors to the facility, Laguna sat. Both disoriented and damaged, he began laughing at himself loudly. What would the likelihood of somebody being present to witness such an embarrassing event be? For this commando, all too likely.

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OOC;

Now that I am done with all of those concerts and whatnot, it's time to get this started. I don't know where Paine went off to for that mission so I guess I'll just get to replies. <_<;

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((The deed is done.))

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Silence and Motion Part I: An Introspective

Laguna Loire stood alone. It was a tolerably cool summer afternoon, but by no means unseasonable; billowing pillars of cumulus thunderheads loomed in the distance and blades of grass danced wildly through the air. The young adult, tall in stature, cast a pair of vivid green eyes upon the horizon. Another day, another coin - that's all it really was for the man with the machine gun. There were a lot of things that he would have preferred to do on the contrary: journalism, for example; traveling, sampling fine foods, finding a relationship, perhaps even finding his way back home. Laguna's time spent within the military has always been, in actuality, just a means to an end. All things considered, the only thing he ever truly was in life rather than a soldier was a man that had gotten lost.

"You've certainly out-done yourself this time, Sir Laguna," he said quietly to himself while bringing a stylish yet bulky automatic weapon to rest against the center of his upper back. The mission was simple: survey uncharted territories of the eastern sectors and return any information gathered to headquarters. The problem was, however, this was not the eastern sector. It wasn't -any- sector for that matter. Where was Laguna? How did he get all of the way out there? Who knows, he most certainly didn't. At the very least, it was a good thing he was surveying something while he was out here. The only real issue lingering at the back of the soldier's mind was that he wasn't quite certain as to how he would get back in the first place. Shame, really - he was beginning to get hungry. With a beleaguered sigh and a stretching of the back, Laguna began a long journey east. Chances are, he'll find his way where he was supposed to go eventually - he always did. The faeries will show him the way.

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Name: Laguna Loire

Age: Twenty-Seven

Date of Birth: January 3rd

Blood Type:  B

Role: Commando

Role Quirks: Physical; Long-Range Ballistics, Explosives

Weapons: Machine Gun, Grenades

Personality: Laguna Loire is a self-described optimist. Although he tends to drift from being roaringly loud to senselessly aloof amidst conversation, he is often described as an 'older brother' or 'father' figure by friends and comrades. Often seen encouraging others, attempting to brighten even the darkest spirits and saying useless things with sheer confidence despite the usage of words that even he knows are incorrect - Laguna's most profound ability is his effect on troop morale. Physical usefulness in the field is debatable, however, because he is prone to various anxieties; most notorious of which being the ability, or lack thereof, to flirt and romantically approach females. It just doesn't happen - successfully, that is. Laguna is the type of man that will enthusiastically lead an entire squad over the edge of a cliff...and they would follow. This is not because Laguna is someone to be feared or admired, however, it is due to his knack for sounding completely certain of everything he says or does, despite not having any actual clue as to what it is he is doing most of the time. Laguna Loire is a follower rather than a leader, but he does an impressive job convincing his friends and comrades otherwise.

Background: Laguna Loire's story is that of almosts: he almost fell in love, almost inherited an orphanage, almost became a journalist and almost found his way home. Having enlisted in the military despite never giving his true passion, journalism, a try - Laguna enjoys throwing one-liners rather than grenades and worries more about pulling muscles rather than pulling triggers. He's a capable and earnest soldier, but not quite capable and earnest enough to make a name for himself.