<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/FujinAkari/6ba0e0f4f356af115761bbbc2dccb8c9_zpsf3tj3rvk.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Kyoko (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276392.msg13586730#msg13586730)<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Moxie, Ishmael, Xia, Jon, Candi<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>Kyoko slowly turned her dogtag over and over in her hands.  She thought that was a pretty rude name... calling her a dog.  She sniffed slightly and hooked it around her belt, tugging the chain links through and then dropping the tag through the loop so it made a loose band.  Then, in a flash of brilliance, she tugged the dogtag around to her back so the dogtag would bounce slightly across her scantily-covered rump as she moved about.<br/><br/>Then she looked around, frowning.  The scene was really beautiful... the crater's walls rising around her as the lift descended but... unfortunately... all she could really do was LOOK at it.  She didn't want to just stand and look... that was boring!  She turned and regarded one of the soldiers operating the lift and tilted her head to one side.  "Oy!  How much can this raft-on-ropes thingie hold?  Ever brought any pack mules or the like down here?  Is this safe to do?"  <em>She jumped up and down a few times, keeping an eye on the soldier and making ready to leap to the side if they seemed like they would tackle her instead of telling her to stop.<br/><br/>Eventually, however, the lift reached its destination and the mercenary took a graceful leap to the rocks below, then turned back and clapped her hands together once before performing a fistpump.  </em>  "Woo!  I just won the race that I hadn't actually declared we were having!  What do I get-?"<br/><br/><em>Abruptly, a shrill scream caught her attention and she spun, her eyes narrowing a bit and she tapped her left boot-toe against the ground several times, considering.  She then lowered her boot and shifted her weight to her other foot, which isn't exactly relevant unless someone were to be looking at her from behind, in which case that person would get a lovely view of the girl's leotard shifting across her ass as the mercenaries' weight shifted.  <br/><br/>Eventually, she nodded.</em>  "Welp!  If one of you lot can help her, I'd say do so.  If not... we can use her as bait... something will be along to spread her thighs and thrust into the prize... be an easy mark... ESPECIALLY if we wait for him to be good and distracted... ... ... but that might be wrong."</em>