Who: Open!
Where: All over the city.
Summary: A general 13th Hour log.
Warnings: Standard violence.
Every month, it seems like,
something weird happens, and more often than not it involves
combat. Naturally, it's best to be prepared. Where will you be when the 13th Hour strikes?
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"Hand to hand isn't my specialty, but I've adapted. It's not all that difficult..."
At least not for him. Not with his reflexes.
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"Looked familiar, actually. Lieutenant Sarah Snowdon, Fenrir Far East. Nice to meet you."
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Not that he really identifies with it anymore, but at least it's technically not a lie.
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"Your world has three power blocs? Sounds complicated."
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"Ah. I'm from Earth, year 2071. I've been reading up since I got here and I believe the term used to describe my homeworld is 'post-apocalyptic wasteland'."
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He sort of figured they were from different Earths.
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"Would you like to patrol with me?"
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The more the merrier, right?
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"What's your combat specialty?"
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A lot of that training was by necessity on the streets, but... yeah.
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"My God Arc here is a variable weapon that switches between gun and sword modes. The particular configuration I have here is optimized for hit-and-run tactics."
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"That seems pretty useful."
He also has Hallelujah, but... best not to talk about him.