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Re: Locke's Ranch (BlueSlime)
"It is most certainly NOT required of you, Raven. You can sleep while the rest of us do so. And I'm not gonna tell you where you should sleep, but if you had an ideal spot to get the most recuperative sleep you could, I want you to tell me what it would be, so I can build it for you. As for what you're good for, combat and reconnaissance are only good for war, and as far as I'm concerned, we're not in one. Though if you want to beat up on your former controllers, I'll understand - heck, I'll even help you."
Celes got to the first hole in the fence and dug out the old plank, before grabbing one of the planks from Raven and hammering it into place with a mallet.
"I suppose if you're a soldiering type, once Locke gets his Rancher level up, we'll get you training alongside Marla. Or if we save up enough money for me to be an official Rancher too, I'll get you into workouts. Until then, we need to find you a job that might let you still maintain your fighting for, or even improve it a little. What do you think?"
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"Hey now! Not out here in the yard... we humans have a need for decency. Celes could turn around any second and see me. I... really don't want that. Look... uh... fly me up to your nest and we'll see about this whole mating season thing. What exactly does that entail anyway? Because I'm just one guy..." Locke gripped his belt to make sure his pants stayed up until Marla complied and flew him up to the roost.
"It is most certainly NOT required of you, Raven. You can sleep while the rest of us do so. And I'm not gonna tell you where you should sleep, but if you had an ideal spot to get the most recuperative sleep you could, I want you to tell me what it would be, so I can build it for you. As for what you're good for, combat and reconnaissance are only good for war, and as far as I'm concerned, we're not in one. Though if you want to beat up on your former controllers, I'll understand - heck, I'll even help you."
Celes got to the first hole in the fence and dug out the old plank, before grabbing one of the planks from Raven and hammering it into place with a mallet.
"I suppose if you're a soldiering type, once Locke gets his Rancher level up, we'll get you training alongside Marla. Or if we save up enough money for me to be an official Rancher too, I'll get you into workouts. Until then, we need to find you a job that might let you still maintain your fighting for, or even improve it a little. What do you think?"
***
"Hey now! Not out here in the yard... we humans have a need for decency. Celes could turn around any second and see me. I... really don't want that. Look... uh... fly me up to your nest and we'll see about this whole mating season thing. What exactly does that entail anyway? Because I'm just one guy..." Locke gripped his belt to make sure his pants stayed up until Marla complied and flew him up to the roost.