A Minor Variation

"Hi, I'm Tamashii no Seishi, a deadly ninja from an alternate dimension, but really I'm nice. I'm looking to make an appointment for an interview, if you've got the time." ... "Well, us ninjae, we can do things other than fight, y'know. My roommate is Sherlock Holmes and he--" ... "Of course not! I'm as sane as the day is long! Look, I just want an interview, okay? Holmes-sama needs it for this psychological profile he's--" ... "You're so mean. I'm gonna cry. I--" ... "A payphone." ... "Don't, I--" ... "Anata wa BAKA desu ka?! I'll ninj them, I will!!" ... *sirens approaching* "Screw you too! And the horse you rode in on! *click*" ... "IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO MAKE A CALL, PLEASE HANG UP AND TRY AGAIN. IF YOU NEED HELP, HANG UP, AND THEN DIAL THE OPERATOR. *obnoxious repeated sound*

Kitty Pryde pages: Giant purple government-sponsored robots coming to beat the crap out of us.
You paged Kitty Pryde with 'Oh dear. :)'.
Long distance to Kitty Pryde: Squall's brain attempts to read that as 'giant purple government-sponsored rabbits.' Ahem.
From afar, Kitty Pryde LAUGHS
You paged Kitty Pryde with 'I swear. I went 'wuh?' and blinked and looked again, and then went 'OH.''.
From afar, Kitty Pryde /dies/.
You paged Kitty Pryde with 'Giant purple government-sponsored rabbits!'.
Kitty Pryde pages: Dude, if giant purple government-sponsored rabbits show up?
Kitty Pryde pages: Kitty, 'Okay, SOMEONE can't read.'
Long distance to Kitty Pryde: Squall hees.
From afar, Kitty Pryde | Pete Wisdom | * HOP * *crash* * HOP * *thud* * HOP * *shatter*
Long distance to Kitty Pryde: Squall dies.
From afar, to (Squall, Pete): Kitty Pryde | Kitty, looking at the hop-crash-hop-thud-hop-shatter blankly. "Not even Crosstime was this weird."
From afar, to (Kitty Pryde, Squall): Pete laughs!
From afar, to (Pete, Squall): Kitty Pryde puts this here instead. I can just see it -- the plot going on, right, with all the spies having overlapping spooky evil black ops cloak and dagger dreams. In the background, Kitty sprints by. They all look and go, 'Huh.' Ten seconds later, an army of Omegas follows her. Squall, '...' Kit, '...well, then.' Clive, 'I say!' Remy flees, being sane. Pete, 'Right, whose idea was it to let a girl play?'

Another unexpected aspect of playing Squall occurs to me.

Namely, do you have any idea how hard it is to pose doing things with that gunblade without sounding obscene?

I never had this problem with all of those swordswomen on fantasy themes.