A PRIVATE MISSIVE

[tank_rockarms]

[Private Level 2 to Bros and Bradettes who Max knows are friends with Mac IF YOU THINK THAT MEANS YOU THEN THAT PROBABLY MEANS YOU - Max had to beg someone to help him with this; Raiden or Brock or Falcon or Lash or someone who is better with computers than Max was involved, so really 98% of the school could have stepped in at this point.]

Hey, Mac is going for the championship belt in his boxing league on [DATE GOES HERE] and I'm goin' no matter what.

I bought out an entire row of seats. I get paid for bein' a general and a teacher it's great It's gonna look pretty silly if I'm the only one in the row. If you wanna come along, just tell me. I've got Orange Star transport helicopters. I can take up to an entire platoon's worth of guys along.

And if you can't afford to pay me back for the ticket, don't worry about it.

[/end private missive]

Comments

[auraqualia.livejournal.com]

Well, now we are acquainted, are we not? I don't know who you are either but I would like to see one of my friends do what he does best. How does one arrange the payment?

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

You can just give me the money when we leave. Or when we get back. You're at school here, so I'll be seein' you around.

And I'm Max. I teach Smash Fundamentals.

[auraqualia.livejournal.com]

A pleasure, Mr Max.

[Riley tips his hat politely.]

I am a teaching assistant here so I am more than sure we'll be seeing each other around campus.

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

Just Max. Powers is my last name. But you can call me Max.