I need nicotine and patience and some sort of salvation

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[Who:] Tseng and [OPEN]
[What:] Sulking Target practice, talking, etc.
[When:] Shortly after The Baroness' post.
[Where:] Militant Base; training ground
[Warnings:] Language

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YOU SAW NOTHING

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Tseng jumped a little, glancing at Sylar when he hit the ground. He didn't recognize the man and his first instinct was to shoot, but... he was rather finding himself lacking in motivation to actually do anything actually helpful to this so called military faction lately.

"If you're here to kidnap me and drag me to the Civilian base can I get my jacket first?" He asked, sighing wearily. "It's a matter of principal you see."

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"That depends, I might have some sort of plan and being kidnapped is just the first step, or maybe I'm tired of being the only one who knows what a chocobo is and need some variety in my life that I actually know anything about." Tseng replied, shrugging.

"And no, I didn't just make chocobo's up. I'm not from Earth." He added a moment later, an explanation as good as any he'd had to give before.