Post by Hazama on Jun 1, 2013 10:17:13 GMT -5
This was really just a colossal waste of time.
Hazama knew that of course. Being honest, that's half the reason he decided to go out. To waste time he could be using to do something productive: and by extension, meticulous. It was sort of why he so carelessly left any avenue of contact back at base with Relius as well: unless some huge ass emergency reared it's ugly head back home, no one would bother getting in touch with him, if for no other reason than it'd be too inconvenient. In fact, that's sort of what he and Relius ran off of: convenience. In their own special way, the both of them were probably among the laziest people on the planet, much less in the organization they hailed from. Any time something interrupted Relius's "studies" he would pass it on to Hazama, and any time Hazama had to do something he didn't like, chances are he'd push it off on someone other unfortunate bastard (like Relius, for instance), or just avoid it entirely until it stopped being relevant. Frankly, thinking back on this, Hazama wondered how the hell the two of them were so efficient when they juggled around the grunt work like an active grenade. In hindsight, the fact that they functioned at all was somewhat of a miracle.
But they did, and they did it well. Well enough to have practically infiltrated the B.S.A.A.'s leadership to indistinguishability. To have created the Murokumo Units. To have abjectly fucked up the Takamagahara unit. Oooho. Yeah yeah. They were good.
At least when it came to the hard stuff.
Of course, none of this was really relevant, or rather, it probably actually was, but again, Hazama was trying to avoid that for right now. In fact, if anything, Hazama was more focused on the current wildlife that surrounded him, even though he didn't actually give half a shit about what particular breed of bird it was that gobbled up the shit elderly people vomited out of their bread bags. Aaaah, look around him. The beautiful trees. The wonderful squirrels. The majestic geese. Okay, actually, fuck this. There wasn't anything majestic worth shit in central park, much less a miscellaneous horde of gobbling geese or whatever god awful sound it was they were making.
Passively kicking a stone to the side, which just so happened to nail one of the geese in the neck, thereby shutting it up (yet another miracle), Hazama continued along his completely unproductive stroll through Central Park, escaping relevancy whilst also being bored out of his goddamn mind.
[/size][/center]Hazama knew that of course. Being honest, that's half the reason he decided to go out. To waste time he could be using to do something productive: and by extension, meticulous. It was sort of why he so carelessly left any avenue of contact back at base with Relius as well: unless some huge ass emergency reared it's ugly head back home, no one would bother getting in touch with him, if for no other reason than it'd be too inconvenient. In fact, that's sort of what he and Relius ran off of: convenience. In their own special way, the both of them were probably among the laziest people on the planet, much less in the organization they hailed from. Any time something interrupted Relius's "studies" he would pass it on to Hazama, and any time Hazama had to do something he didn't like, chances are he'd push it off on someone other unfortunate bastard (like Relius, for instance), or just avoid it entirely until it stopped being relevant. Frankly, thinking back on this, Hazama wondered how the hell the two of them were so efficient when they juggled around the grunt work like an active grenade. In hindsight, the fact that they functioned at all was somewhat of a miracle.
But they did, and they did it well. Well enough to have practically infiltrated the B.S.A.A.'s leadership to indistinguishability. To have created the Murokumo Units. To have abjectly fucked up the Takamagahara unit. Oooho. Yeah yeah. They were good.
At least when it came to the hard stuff.
Of course, none of this was really relevant, or rather, it probably actually was, but again, Hazama was trying to avoid that for right now. In fact, if anything, Hazama was more focused on the current wildlife that surrounded him, even though he didn't actually give half a shit about what particular breed of bird it was that gobbled up the shit elderly people vomited out of their bread bags. Aaaah, look around him. The beautiful trees. The wonderful squirrels. The majestic geese. Okay, actually, fuck this. There wasn't anything majestic worth shit in central park, much less a miscellaneous horde of gobbling geese or whatever god awful sound it was they were making.
Passively kicking a stone to the side, which just so happened to nail one of the geese in the neck, thereby shutting it up (yet another miracle), Hazama continued along his completely unproductive stroll through Central Park, escaping relevancy whilst also being bored out of his goddamn mind.
