Kazanrai!!

If it isn't combustible, it's not worth blowing up.

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''....It's gotten boring around here...''

[rodan--gasgus]

  ”Oh.”

The boy shrugged a little, smiling somewhat.

”…So…um…….How’s your side of the war going?”

[whitefoxfang-deactivated2014040]

"Right now I’m not in action." Musashi hummed a little, "So how are you fitting in? With the academy and all."

[rodan--gasgus]

''Pretty okay, I guess? I'm at good terms with the commander, he's awesome.''

Frowning somewhat, curiously.

''....Hey...The party's kinda over, so...Uh- See you on the battlefield? Hope you're worth the effort and all that criminal speech stuff. Laters!''

The boy shot him a surprisingly excited smile, before dashing off. This War Time was going to be the best thing ever.

[rodan--gasgus]

  ”Huh?”

Blinking at the other for a moment. He flinched a little- They were enemies, after all. He could crush this guy right here under the heel of his LBX. (Probably not) 

He had generally no idea how this would work out. So,deciding to say the first thing that comes to mind.

”Um- Hi? ….Has my nation killed anyone from yours before?”

[whitefoxfang-deactivated2014040]

Musashi frowned, tilting his head to the side slightly in thought. The truth was, he didn’t have to think—as one of the largest virtual nations, Arabista bore the brunt of most of Ezeldarm and Bandit’s attacks, after Rossius. In the present, however, he shrugged, “Possibly, but it was probably before you came here.”

[rodan--gasgus]

''Oh.''

The boy shrugged a little, smiling somewhat.

''...So...um.......How's your side of the war going?''

[rodan--gasgus]

”Is it here…?” 

Peeking around the corner of the manor, evidently not knowing his way around here. What’d you expect from a boy that’s been spending two weeks in a submarine?

”Hello…? Any party people…?”

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For a second, Musashi, looking straight ahead, didn’t see anyone until he looked down.

"Don’t worry, you came to the right place!" He said cheerfully, seemingly unaffected by the others black and red uniform.

[rodan--gasgus]

''Huh?''

Blinking at the other for a moment. He flinched a little- They were enemies, after all. He could crush this guy right here under the heel of his LBX. (Probably not) 

He had generally no idea how this would work out. So,deciding to say the first thing that comes to mind.

''Um- Hi? ....Has my nation killed anyone from yours before?''

[rodan--gasgus]

''Is it here...?'' 

Peeking around the corner of the manor, evidently not knowing his way around here. What'd you expect from a boy that's been spending two weeks in a submarine?

''Hello...? Any party people...?''

[rodan--gasgus]

The boy huffed. God. Christmas was far, far more fun back home. Even spending it with that grumpy bird Hulk thing-person would maybe have been more entertaining than all that happened so far. What did happen so far? Nothing. 

He didn’t get any presents. Nothing explosive, not even anything slightly flammable. Heck, even a lump of coal would have been a blessing to him. But it seems Santa skipped him this year.

These possibly deadly mistletoe traps scattered around the place could have been fun, if there’d been anyone who would actually take a moment to stand under one with him accidentally, or ask him to join them, or even eat the god damn mistletoe. He didn’t care what he had to do, he just wanted something at least mildly exciting to get him into the holiday spirit. 

For now, he’d retired to sitting in the kitchen, legs folded up onto his chest, face in his knees, moping silently- Not like he was expecting his wish for any activity to come true.

[whitefoxfang-deactivated2014040]

To be honest, Musashi had been rather…despondent over the holiday. As his platoon, and dorm mates, could attest to, during previous holidays he usually made observing them mandatory (leading to a memorable event last year where his platoon had to wear santa hats). However, no one had really confronted him about his downcast mood, and he was left alone.

In a stiff effort to at least occupy himself, he made his way down to the kitchen, holding a large mug with a fox design on it in one hand, and an equally large canteen of hot chocolate mix in the other, gripping a bag of marshmallows in between his fingers. Humming slightly tunelessly to himself, he pushed open the door with his hip, not bothering to check if he was alone in the, usually, empty kitchen.

[rodan--gasgus]

Blinking considerably when another male enters the kitchen. Blinking heavily when he's never seen that male in any of the Ezeldarm students lists before, and blinking a bit harder as he manages to process all those things, quickly hopping off the chair and pointing at the other in shock.

''W--Who the hell are you?? And---how did you get here..!?''

[rodan--gasgus]

The boy huffed. God. Christmas was far, far more fun back home. Even spending it with that grumpy bird Hulk thing-person would maybe have been more entertaining than all that happened so far. What did happen so far? Nothing. 

He didn't get any presents. Nothing explosive, not even anything slightly flammable. Heck, even a lump of coal would have been a blessing to him. But it seems Santa skipped him this year.

These possibly deadly mistletoe traps scattered around the place could have been fun, if there'd been anyone who would actually take a moment to stand under one with him accidentally, or ask him to join them, or even eat the god damn mistletoe. He didn't care what he had to do, he just wanted something at least mildly exciting to get him into the holiday spirit. 

For now, he'd retired to sitting in the kitchen, legs folded up onto his chest, face in his knees, moping silently- Not like he was expecting his wish for any activity to come true.

[rodan--gasgus]

''Mistletoes??''

''B...but why...?? ???''

[rodan--gasgus]

Grinning as he got the other’s attention. The fact Itan was listening was good, very good- it seems they’d gotten the rank difference issues over with.

”Andrei Gregory. Rossius’ famed Grey Beast. We’re going to slaughter his LBX and have the whole WAF see it. We’ll claim its smoldering corpse for Ezeldarm, and show those justice-loving pussies that in wars, people can get hurt. And if it’s our duty…people will get hurt.”

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Hearing the name made him smirk, “Andrei Gregory, huh? He somehow survived the attack on Rose City…”

"Sounds fun, Captain."

[rodan--gasgus]

That did it. That reply made him very sure that this plan was going to work.

''It will be. You are completely free to dice his accompanying WAF students up, if there are any- But he's mine. If you prove to be the valuable asset I'm quite sure you are, I'll see if I can pull some strings here and there for you. ...Such as, perhaps, negotiating with Commander over your LBX. I'll see what we can do and leave undone.''

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rodan—gasgus replied to your post:”Hey, Itan..!!” The boy smirked a little proudly as he ran up to the other. Thank goodness he finally found him. ”Where’d you run off to…?”

”Why aren’t you in the sub, then…? We have plans to discuss for the upcoming War Time, you know! We even have a target!” Making a somewhat childish pouty face, putting his hands on his hips. ”Come on…”

“It gets stuffy in there. It’s nothing i haven’t seen before anyways.” Kyouji said nonchalantly, putting the candy back into his mouth, “Fine, fine, Captain. Who are we going after now?”

[rodan--gasgus]

Grinning as he got the other's attention. The fact Itan was listening was good, very good- it seems they'd gotten the rank difference issues over with.

''Andrei Gregory. Rossius' famed Grey Beast. We're going to slaughter his LBX and have the whole WAF see it. We'll claim its smoldering corpse for Ezeldarm, and show those justice-loving pussies that in wars, people can get hurt. And if it's our duty...people will get hurt.''

[rodan--gasgus]

''.....''

''...It's surprisingly boring here, at times.''

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[rodan--gasgus]

”Well- …Izumo Haruki will be a hard target. ..The WAF has been gaining forces. …We have to strike now they’re still weak, even if it has to be another way. We have to strike one of their stronger members, be it on the field or with sabotage. And it should not be Izumo Haruki. …Since- you see…A scared prey will eventually stop fighting and run.”

The boy’s neutral expression turned to a wicked smile, eyes shimmering with misschief.

”…Izumo Haruki should learn to hold dear what he has before it’s LOST. …Like his fellow Kamui Daimon platoon commanders. And his friends. People he holds dear. …..Finding weak places in LBX can help us in the War Time, but…Weak places in people are a bit more…effective, if you catch my point. ….If we strike one of them, their morale will drop. The platoons will try to compensate for their leaders, making them a more spread, but therefore weaker force. …And I know just the person we should target.”

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Seledy listened quietly, letting himself process Rodan’s words and not get distracted by other things. The boy had a point, WAF was getting stronger allies, and curse him for not starting War Time soon enough to destroy them while they were still a small force. It mattered not now, for Ezeldarm wasn’t too shabby as well. They had an S-Ranked Criminal on board, and even though it might take him a while to get Zanark to listen to him—or Reiji, as the platoon captain—he’d succeed, one way or another. He heard the man-child treasured his bike. He could blackmail him or if he felt nice he could offer something. 

His lips curled up at the small pun Rodan used, finding it amusing. Shame that the students don’t exactly die anymore when they are LOST. "I do catch your point," he muttered, turning around to fully face the small boy, who was slowly beginning to take Seledy’s liking from his way of thinking. 

"And I do wish to know who you have in mind,"

[rodan--gasgus]

That interested reply sparked the boy's courage. He dared to smirk a little, getting more sure of his plan with the second.

''Where I come from, there's a saying that goes 'one grey wolf in the pack means the end of all'.. And though there's no wolf out in the WAF, I do know another beast that's gone grey...The oh so imposing Andrei Gregory. He's alone. The mighty Grey Beast...what a joke. He's nothing but a loudmouthed personalification of arrogance with an inflated ego. I can promise you, Commander. He may start the fight with his personal glorious background music, but I'll make sure to end the track with a proper bang. And that will eliminate a weak point of the WAF, making place for another. Which we will destroy. And again. And again. And so, eventually nobody will be left to defend poor Izumo Haruki. And we'll have a bullet reserved specially for putting an end to his survival.''

The boy closed his eyes and proudly put his hands on his hips. He had planned it all out. Roughly, just guidelines and points of strategy.

''If I can convince him to let me see his LBX up close once, I can find out all the unrepaired or unseen points of damage in its armor, I can check the rotational force and angles of rotation for the armor- Basically, I can figure out all the extra data we may not even need. All we need is a grenade or mine placed under its armor skirt, and the explosion will rip right through it like a comet through a glass pane. We can watch its head fly off like a firework rocket. See it as our contribution to our fantastic nation's New Year's party.''

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Coughing a little, the boy adjusted his hood carefully- Not sure what response to expect, here.

”Commander, I- have some bad news…”

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Turning around, the man’s eyebrows rose at Rodan’s words.

"What bad news?" he uttered, voice void of emotion. Seledy wondered what the small boy had in store for him… Obviously, it couldn’t be good. "Be quick with it," he said next, as an afterthought. 

[rodan--gasgus]

''Well- ...Izumo Haruki will be a hard target. ..The WAF has been gaining forces. ...We have to strike now they're still weak, even if it has to be another way. We have to strike one of their stronger members, be it on the field or with sabotage. And it should not be Izumo Haruki. ...Since- you see...A scared prey will eventually stop fighting and run.''

The boy's neutral expression turned to a wicked smile, eyes shimmering with misschief.

''...Izumo Haruki should learn to hold dear what he has before it's LOST. ...Like his fellow Kamui Daimon platoon commanders. And his friends. People he holds dear. .....Finding weak places in LBX can help us in the War Time, but...Weak places in people are a bit more...effective, if you catch my point. ....If we strike one of them, their morale will drop. The platoons will try to compensate for their leaders, making them a more spread, but therefore weaker force. ...And I know just the person we should target.''

[rodan--gasgus]

Coughing a little, the boy adjusted his hood carefully- Not sure what response to expect, here.

''Commander, I- have some bad news...''