I GOT IN JOURNAL!I'm now a cadet!
though it wasn't without trouble, I didn't know if the interview call I got was a trap or not! if it wasn't for the brave and awfully pale knight Suriel Cyncad I may have never figured it out! curse my shaking wits!
the interview was positively wonderous!
I was interviewed at the same time as another good sir, I believe his name was...Udimo, I'm not sure, I was focusing more on the questions that I had been asked by a man that could have easily taken a million of me to compensate for the height! truely brilliant!
that woman...Conne, she was...indeed frightening....
I am proud of myself if for nothing else I kept from shaking in fear!
instead I let my enthusiasm take over, and that may have won me the day!
Udimo, he appeared to be very calm, cool collected,
I wonder if he was enthusiastic and energetic toobut was very skilled at hideing it?
once we got our ID cards, they showed us where to get suited up.
Suriel was there too!
I made sure to let him know I owed him a lunch or somethin'
he's a real swell guy, after me and Udimo got suited up, me him and Suriel headed down to see if anything was up, it only took a blink of an eye and we were on patrol!
it was as real as it got, even though we were just "learning the ropes"
leader seemed real worried about snipers, so i'll make a note to not salute him outside of the tower, we also ran into a...Derrick! I think, he...she....
-HE- didn't have a ID card, Udimo seemed violent towards him, though soon we took "Derrick" back to the tower, yet triflesome it was, some didn't appear to have the patience for figureing out the gender that was yelling at them right in the face.
afterwards, a I believe...a SOLDIER came in,
then my memory gets a bit blurry, sorta like a swimming exersize, training.
alright! alright! Journal I admit to you, ...I was attacked by squids. :(
man...and I think I got my ass whooped by a girl in the water...at least I think it was a girl....could have been a transvestite. Indeed I did get my ass whooped by a girl...Journal I will give you a tip, Bikini's mean more cooties. and contact with cooties means drowning. and drowning means squids!!
but badass part, was the other people who were fighting,
I know we were all trying to learn together, but hell I learned alot watching um...not sure what the Cadet who was fighting Suriel was named...but He and Suriel were like...water gods!
afterwards, the SOLDIER who organized the meet, told us we did good, though I think I did a bit horribley with the fighting, but I gotta learn how to be hardcore! like everyone else is. I had a bunch of ink in my ear and tried to strengthen my ability to hold my breath under the water.
then me, Suriel, and the other cadets headed back to get changed..
after I changed they stared at me weirdly, but everyone laughs at a hero's garb until they do something magnificent! anyways...we went out to the chubby chocobo...and another ...girl...er..woman...it had breasts so I asume it was...latter....women just....ugh...fucking...scary...
I mean..as long as I follow my father's advice "Don't look evil in the eye"
I'm fine around them...but their voices...women...female voices it's like nails on a chalkboard....Yeah my therapist said that has to do with how shrill my mother is, but even she isn't bad...she's a sweet lady...not...like every..any...
...woman in Junon....
[little dents show that Ishi was banging his head on his journal]ANYWAYS! afterwards we went back, Udimo and Suriel went to the training room. I watched them because....well even though i'm a firearms user for now, i'd say every bit of experience is worth it!...hope my superiors never find this Journal or they'd be kicking me for saying how much it was like a high action movie before my eyes!
I felt so pumped!...I ran right out and went to go swim again. I'm not gonna be caught off guard by some blob!...or whatever Suriel was fighting before I joined,
he sure didn't wanna talk about it.
though, why am I writeing in my journal when I should epicly be learning!?
I was epicly learning! how to escort citizens away from danger.
even the smallest job has it's prices! you cannot just simply pick up an elderly couple and throw them at her home, it is a very slow process of escorting the forgetful lady and her husband to their destination!
NEVER LET THEM SEE WEAKNESS!
...old women can smell fear, and that was scary.
I should get back to work now. :(
FAREWELL JOURNAL! :D
