This is the Neo-Swedish engineers' fault, okay

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Allenby rocked back and forth on her heels, frowning at the Great Wall for a couple of reasons. One, apparently the Daligig or whoever had yanked out a big chunk of the Great Wall (or one of them, given how many Earths there were) and slapped it into the City like a cheap bookcase. She wasn't big on cultural heritage preservation, but sheesh.

The second reason was that she was thinking. Next to her feet was a bag of toys: jacks, a gymnast's ribbon, a kite, spinning tops, and a few superballs. Believe or not, she was going to use these to develop a new specialty technique--just as soon as she figured out where to begin.

"Man, Nobel Gundam... I knew I shoulda asked Chibodee and George what they did to figure out theirs." She winced when she caught herself talking to her Gundam yet again, and she wasn't even in the Hangar this time... oh well. Allenby picked up the ribbon and began running, executing a technique she already knew well from piloting.

[ooc: So anyone in the Water Cooler post who wanted to do sparring/training stuff, this would be a good place to do it! :3 Or anyone else who'd like to pop in, of course.]

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...yeah, that hadn't been a great thing to say. Allenby dropped onto her haunches, resting her arms on her knees and watching him stare at the kite.

"...right," she said, after he finally spoke again. "Your friends said... they're for stoppin' war."

But the way they did that was through bloodshed and to Allenby, that still made it wrong.

[praises]

"I know how that sounds. Waging a war to end war," Allelujah replied, weighing the spool of string in the hand not preoccupied by the kite. The same one that had charged the controls for Arios at NiSaris and gunned down countless Ohm as though they were nothing more than animals.

The same that Hallelujah had used, all fiery nerves and violent resolve, to crash his Gundam straight into the carapace of a leviathan.

He knew well how it sounded, how it must've looked.

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"It sounds ridiculous." Allenby twiddled the jacks and tossed them out to watch how they fell. "But so far, I haven't spoken to anyone who'll talk about it with more than two sentences at a time, so maybe there's something about it that I'm not seeing."

Would Allelujah shed some light on it, or was he going to be as close-mouthed as Setsuna and Feldt had been? Allenby hoped not. He honestly seemed like a nice guy. Quiet, but in a different way than the other two were. "When you go intervening between two sides--what do you do after that? Do you make them sit down and talk it out, or do you just crash in and then leave?"