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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Jun 6, 2017 16:58:11 GMT -5
[ i used to write like... twenty paragraphs minimum at one point. but i haven't done that in... a good year and a half, two years, maybe even two and a half years? it's hard to find others who can match your length with description or challenge you to write more. so i am s e v e r e l y out of practice. ]
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Jun 6, 2017 18:46:59 GMT -5
I just do whateves man, tbh. Tho one time Xander n I wrote like 10k posts bc why the heck not. we're crazy lul
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2017 18:48:20 GMT -5
it was 11k u heathen. i wanted to get to 20k or smth but laziness
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Jun 6, 2017 18:48:57 GMT -5
Since you dare correct me I'm going to go grab the actual numbers to embarrass ur sad soul.
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Jun 6, 2017 18:51:00 GMT -5
My hell post: 11,673 words Ur hell post: 8,681 words
Okay, so maybe u were right about ONE thing, but still. 1v1 me u loser
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2017 18:59:57 GMT -5
LOL >:3
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Jun 6, 2017 19:16:28 GMT -5
Alphonse Fournier "The pain becomes familiar eventually. You don't get over it, you get used to it." - ♠ - It came as a frustration when the knock came. There had finally been a sense of normalcy achieved with Gale simply settling against him in a manner that could only be described as familial. Though it was not in any way the rookie's fault, it still peeved him as he turned to look at Gale. The smile on his face looked more like a grimace. Gale was already preparing to leave regardless, pulling himself and the familiar warmth away in one simple motion.
"This soon?" sounded almost bitter to his ears and he couldn't find it in him to respond to the words, simply shrugging even as the younger man left. Gale hadn't even seen his response, he knew. If he was Gale he would be equally disgusted with himself. Darius and Jason had barely been dead for less than 24 hours and there were already replacements at their door. It felt utterly cold and terrible, but it was protocol and a necessity.
They couldn't work while missing two members. It was just too dangerous that way, no matter how skilled they were. There had been six of them, after all, experienced and skilled and that had not been enough. They still lost Jason and Darius. But rookies... This was a handicap to Team Alpha, not an asset. They would be blue on the field, not prepared for the cruel reality of what seemed like a glorious job.
Team Alpha saw the worst of the violence and humanity. Team Alpha saw the terrible things these monsters were capable of. They all learned early on how to get used to the scent of rot and decay and blood and death. Wherever they went, such things hovered in the air like a blanket of familiarity.
They ran jobs that made other teams look like the rookies. There was a reason why they, Team Beta, and Team Delta were the front lines for The Order. Not only had they seen the worst the world had to offer, but they also lived through them. They didn't just learn how to face their fears, they learned how to control them. They were close in a way no other team could claim to be.
Other teams certainly were family and they did bleed and fight together, but not the way his team had. They were a team of survivors, who despite everything still found it in them to smile at the end of the day and share a toast. Left to his own thoughts as Gale headed inside to get dressed - he probably should have mentioned something beforehand if he hadn't been so determined to lock the pain outside and throw himself into his work.
He felt almost guilty for not informing Gale and the others beforehand. Almost. But then again, they should have known. It was protocol. Screw that damn word. Protocol. He could feel his hands shake even as he sat alone on the couch, allowing the rookie to wait a bit as he took a deep breath to root himself. Clenching his fists, he could feel the pop in the joints and hear the resounding crack that followed.
The shaking seemed to fade as he stood up, drawing himself to his full height. Heading to the door, he turned to find Gale once again settled into the couch. It would be nice to return there and just allow himself a moment to grieve with his team, but the Council had already decided.
He smiled, grim and terrible as he spoke softly. "I don't like it either."
He had not been given the chance to request for his team to get time off and then open up the vetting process for actual veterans. No, they had been given two new rookies as if getting a replacement would expedite the healing process rather than stagnate it.
Still, he had a responsibility not only to his team, but to these two new members. Sighing wearily, he pulled the door open to stare at the familiar face of Alexis Lena Oswell staring back at him. She seemed... much more excitable than what the file's pictures had offered.
"It's a pleasure to meet you," he said, looking at the young woman. Her chirpy tone and cheery attitude seemed almost as blinding as the sun in the dark and moody atmosphere hanging around Alpha wing. His words held no warmth. "Come on in," he added, stepping out of the way to allow the woman entrance into their corridors.
It felt almost like an intrusion of their safe space. This new and foreign individual. Young and so full of love for a world that didn't deserve it. He hadn't handle rookies in years and this one was already beginning to give him a headache. Still, he could work with this. He could make something happen.
He had to. He had to regain Team Alpha's position, if not for himself, then for his team. To not only lose two of their own, but be reduced to a team that assimilated rookies into The Order... that was humiliating to his team's prestigious name.
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Jun 6, 2017 21:27:03 GMT -5
Alexis Oswell "Ooob! The one place I haven't explored yet!"
Patience is a virtue that Lexi did no have. Fingers of her left hand began to tap impatiently on her thigh as she waited, her brown eyes darting around to try and find something to entertain herself for. Boredom could fill her quickly if she didn't have something to do. Why she was even at the Alpha Wing, she had no idea.This was Team Alpha, the best of the best. Why did they want to talk to her? Why was she even here? There was no logical explanation that she could come up with on the spot. All she could do was wait.
Ugh.
Waiting was such a bore. There was a million things that she could have been doing right about now. Her chest began to deflate a little from the position of filling it with air and trying to look as tall and proud as possible. However, with just standing there, waiting there, she was beginning to change her position, looking around her. Shifting her position and her weight to her right side, putting her hands on her hips, Lexi noticed a bit of her bangs in her face, hanging over her orange-tinted goggles. Blowing up a few times and then jerking her head a bit to flip her bangs back over, the twenty-seven year old figured she was going to have to put a little hair gel in her hair after this was all done here. If she even was going to see that door open before her hair turned gray, at this rate.
A small wary sigh left her lips as she waited, tapping her foot impatiently. What was taking so long? She was told to come here, wasn't someone supposed to be here? Lexi was not a patient woman. Waiting around, standing around for something to happen, that was something that she just really didn't like doing. This was apparently important though, "Oh come on already, let's get to it," she murmured with a roll of her eyes. "Got places to be, people to see, things to do." Her voice was low, muttering this words mostly to spite herself, letting out of bit of her thoughts.
Pulling out one of her pistols, she ran a thumb over the weapon's making, adoring every little bit of it. Twenty bullets in each clip, forty bullets total before she had to reload them. Rapid fire, the trigger only needed to be held down to let out a small turret from each of the two muzzles. Made to her liking so she could twist them around and fidget with them to keep from having to constantly move as well as make reloading a little easier for her, having both of her hands preoccupied with each weapon. Lexi gave a soft sigh and then jumped a little as she heard the door open.
Scrambling to put the pistol back in its holster, she went straight into a solute, her eyes lighting up upon seeing the man who had greeted her. She gave a bit of a peppy smile, leaning forward, her hands flipping behind her a little, as if a bird about to take off. "Pleasure's all mine, sir!" she chirped, ignoring the lack of warmth in the man's words. She didn't have to be told twice to begin moving again, her steps having almost a peppy bounce to them. The second she stepped in, she could feel it, the atmosphere of the wing that she had been invited into. It almost made her shiver, the gloom around here. "Jeez, who rained on their parade?"
Bright eyes gazed around the entire place, a small "whoa!" escaping her lips in a soft breath, fascinated by this whole ordeal. It wasn't entirely the placement itself that earned her amazement, it was the fact that this was the place where heroes stood, the place where so many great warriors had walked. While she hadn't been in this area for long, she did know that the veterans of this job were to be respected and such as they would in a military setting.
This was nothing like being a cadet, not in the least bit. She wasn't here to fly planes or be a test pilot for a few technology within one of their fighter jets. In all honesty, Lexi was surprised to be here. Stable, she was stable, but it always was a chance for rejection due to the risk factor. But that wasn't really of concern right now. Lexi was here and she was in this part of the world, training herself and getting used to the customs around here. This was her new job, her new area to be in, her next big part of her life. And this time, there wasn't going to be something to scare her off.
Noting a rifle on a table, the twenty-seven year old's curiosity spiked and she was tempted to go over an investigate. But she was already intruding, it felt like. This place seemed dark and gloomy and almost a bit unwelcoming. However, it never was said that it would ruin her spirit. Energy-filled and stubborn bull-headed, Lexi wasn't one to just walk away from something. Of course, this wasn't the type of environment to challenge. She was out of her element here. Her amazement faded as she looked back at the man whom had greeted her in, not as quite as sure of his name.
"Pardon me, sir," the twenty-seven year old began,lifting up a hand to adjust her goggles a little. "But what am I doing here? Did I do something wrong while practicing, sir?" Might as well get straight to the point. "If you don't mind, I'd like to get this outta the way so I can get back to what I was doin'."
The statement itself made her lips turn up in a bit of a smile as she nearly giggled at herself for such a thing to say. What was she going to do? Go for another sprint? Practice her pistols even more? Try out some new tricks and stunts that she honestly would probably never use on a battle field? The feeling of not being welcomed kind of lurked at her and she wasn't exactly a fan of the feeling. It wouldn't show of course, that isn't the type of person that "Drfiter" was.
Still unable to stand still, even in this place, her fingers found themselves tapping in an irregular beat against both thighs, bouncing ever so slightly on her heels. Lexi's brown eyes flicked around the place, not really able to stay on the man whom seemed here. The man without the warmth in his voice, while polite, cold. She had no idea who he was, but due to his age, she guessed maybe he was was some desk work assistant? Maybe a part of Team Alpha? Rude of her to speculate while in this territory, the Alpha wing that didn't belong to her.
Once again all she had to do was wait for a response. She hated waiting.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2017 22:56:02 GMT -5
Gale Amari "Learn from the pain." | ◙ |
Part of him wanted to watch Alphonse open the door, wanted to see the newcomer. Most of him wanted to go back to bed, to be able to recover. He wasn't going to be allowed that privilege, he knew it, and he knew that he wasn't going to be given time to grieve. Taking care of rookies - that had been Omicron's number one priority. Team Alpha? They weren't like that. Their rookies, to his knowledge, had always been veterans. He was a veteran, had been a member of the Order for as long as he could remember, had defeated his first monster so long ago that most people would have forgotten. Not Gale Amari. Not the man with photographic memory, which kept recalling the amount of blood, knowing, logically, that no human could survive with that much loss. Still, he had hoped. He'd hoped and he'd hoped and his hope had been shattered along with the lives of two important veterans. Hell, all of the Team Alpha veterans were important, but Jason? That had been his mentor. The man whom had taught him everything, had made his first weapon that still functioned to this day.
And he'd have to fix it by himself, for the first time. Gale had never done that before. Even if he'd done it by himself with his own hands, he had always had Jason there, talking to make sure he knew what he was doing.
The admission from Al meant a lot - I don't like it either. That, he hoped, meant that he wasn't going to be expected to be soft and cuddly, wasn't expected to put up with the rookies. He had no intentions of being friendly or sweet, didn't care enough to help them out. Then again, last time he had hoped, it had broken in front of him.
When he heard the woman's chirpy tone, he settled on an opinion. Now, it was very rare for Gale to fix opinions based from first appearances; he was the sort of person who usually gave other people a chance. However, if someone couldn't tell that this room was in a state of sorrow? They didn't deserve anything from him, least of all a hint of respect. Nah. He wasn't down for this. He listened idly to the chatter, schooled his face into a neutral expression that was unreadable. Even Kesi couldn't pick up his emotions from this; he was as stoic as a brick wall, impossible to push past. Gale did not have time for a chirpy English woman's antics, did not care for people who were insensitive to a certain atmosphere.
The sirs were out of place with the disrespectful words. It may have seemed fine to someone else, but Gale took note of how impatient she seemed, how she talked to her superior. She reminded him of a child, younger than his own nephews and nieces. Gale had never liked children, or childlike adults. He held preferences to his own family, and that was his limit.
Honestly, he could imagine Tea scolding him, telling him to give her a chance - but Gale was tired of giving people and things a chance. He'd given life a second chance, and all it had done was take and take, never giving him anything. It just wanted to see him suffer, wanted him to fall back into the dark depths of his teenage mind. Hell, that just sounded emo.
Nothing had really been going his way, and Jason and Darius' deaths were just a small part of that. Had it even been twenty-four hours? He didn't know.
Gale wasn't really sure if he was ready for anything. He was supposed to be excited over just a month until his wedding, and yet it would be one that Jason and Darius would not be able to attend, one that he didn't particularly want to invite rookies to (he didn't know them), but he'd have to because they were like puppies; unable to be left alone for long periods of time.
We can postpone it, Tea had said. And Gale, being Gale, had denied this, because a lot of planning on Tea's behalf had gone into it, years of checking and rechecking and earning the money for it - but the fact that his mentor and a core member of the team wouldn't be there, that hurt. It hurt a lot, and that wasn't even half of it.
His mind was wandering, drifting to the blood again, to the realisation that they had lost what was family to them.
At least, to a degree, he could amuse himself with imagining how Al would respond to this kid's behaviour. Would he be angry? Probably. They were still in a grieving environment, having had no time to mourn before they were thrust into procedure. That's what he supposed it was - but why weren't they given time off? Given time to grieve before they checked actual veterans rather than children who were unsure of what they were doing. He doubted that they'd even defeated their first monster. He stifled a sigh at that thought and stood up, absently striding over to Al's side. He held himself with an air of confidence, kept his expression neutral. It was near impossible to tell that just moments ago, he'd been on the verge of crying to Alphonse.
"I stand by what I said," he told Al in gentle French, "I don't like this."
Maybe it was dangerous to play under the assumption that the girl only spoke English, but he didn't really have much energy to care, at this point. Everything had gone wrong and honestly, one person being offended by his words did not matter in the slightest.
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Jun 6, 2017 23:29:35 GMT -5
Alphonse Fournier "I might be damaged, but don't think for a moment that I am broken enough for you to walk all over." - ♠ - He could see it in her before she even entered. She was far too... excitable for the atmosphere Alpha wing possessed. She didn't belong here, she didn't have the tact to realize that this was a enclosed safe space for his team. She entered with the air of a woman possessed with delusions of grandeur, far too caught up in her own trivialities to even respect him and in extension, his team.
There was a certain bounce to her step that made him feel ill at ease. Amihan had that bounce in their step when they were younger. They never lost it until the day they died. She, Alexis Oswell, possessed that same excitable spirit, but unlike Amihan she lacked the sensitivity to another's pain. She was not an individual who had suffered enough to recognize, just from a glance, another kindred spirit.
Though he kept his disdain hidden behind a perfected mask of cool formality, he eyed her carefully taking in her. She was young, naive and full of energy. She was restless and unobservant. He knew she didn't know the procedures around here - that she didn't understand what Team Alpha stood for and what it meant to take in new recruits. Still she just didn't seem to care enough to recognize what a grieving atmosphere looked like.
He had assumed an ex-military operative would note the emptiness and understand. In the military, a fellow soldier was not just a team mate - they became family. Placed under pressure and pinned in place by artillery gunfire, they kept one another sane. They kept each other whole.
Clenching his jaw as her gaze wondered around the room like a tourist rather than a well trained soldier, he wondered if he had made a mistake. This was not a trained operative, not an individual of sharp precision and trained demeanor. Perhaps the Royal Air Force didn't keep their cadets in line the way the 13th Parachute Dragoon Regiment had handled theirs.
If her entire behavior had seemed out of sorts, her words were the last straw. Though his face was carefully blank, a flash of anger shone behind his eyes as she spoke to him. I'd like to get this outta the way so I can get back to what I was doing. The blatant disrespect of the young woman's words rubbed him the wrong way. Counting in his head briefly to ten, he kept his anger well concealed.
She was still bouncing about, clearly wanting to be done with the trivialities. His words were slow even as he felt Gale's familiar presence near him. The agreeable words were enough for him to know that his next words were not too sharp. That she had asked it upon herself. "You're here to replace our former team members," there was a hint of venom in his words, emphasizing the word replace so she would understand.
"So pack up your belongings, Oswell," he had never said a word with so much malice before, but it felt right. Proper, even. "You report to me now." As if his words didn't hold enough weight, he made it clear. He was the superior officer here.
If she was to ever behave like that in the 13th, she would have been doing push ups and running the obstacle course instead of eating lunch. This was The Order. They were a bit more humane, but still. If she had ever be in the military, he knew she should know better.
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Jun 7, 2017 4:35:28 GMT -5
Alexis Oswell "Wait a second... did I hit my head or something? I didn't hear you properly." Oh. Oh dear, she said something bad, didn't she? That look made her straighten completely up. Perhaps she had been far too lax as of late, her behavior showing that. Unsure completely of what she did wrong, not being the sharpest tool in the shed, not saying she was not smart, but saying that... she was a little insensitive, to say perhaps. Always in a rush, wanting to get straight to the point and get on her way, that was Lexi. Disrespect in her was usually not intended but... always being in such an energetic rush, she wasn't always one to think straight.
Improvise.
That was usually her go to thing. If things didn't go as she planned (if she ever had a plan), she just improvised. She came up with things on the spot, working out the problems and flaws later. Unless it was something super important, as if life-threatening or life-changing, then she would usually try to take it slower. Lexi liked things at a fast pace, having no time to slow down in her life. At least, that's how she took it when she had control.
"You're here to replace our former team members."
What? Team... members? Replace? What? The look of complete shock and disbelief came over her face, blinking once, twice, three times rapidly. Her mouth parted to say something, but she shut it, her fingers going still and her bounce disappearing. She looked between the other man and then the one in front of her, a bit stunned to say the least. It was nice and all for her to be in this area, but she felt a little out of place.
Team Alpha was the best of the best. She was going to work her way there eventually. Sure, she liked a head start and she sure had no problem with rushing things. But... she hadn't even conquered Reaper yet, let alone, any other monster. For the first time in her life, she actually had to think, "this is way too fast and sudden." This girl was all about speed and time, liking to get things done fast, do her chores fast, play games fast. Everything was in the fast lane for her, having barely any patience and just wanting to "get to it already!"
So when she finally let the words sink in, standing there like a dazed deer in headlights, she shook her head a little with a small laugh, but it wasn't a peppy cheerful laugh that was something of the norm for her. It was a bit... dulled? Shocked? "Pardon, sir? I'm afraid I didn't quite hear you. It sounded like you said I was being on your team. That's not right ,is it, sir?" she asked, looking between the two men once again, her brown eyes a little nervous, perhaps a little excited. A rookie, like a brand new rookie joining Team Alpha after only two months of being here? "I-I mean no disrespect to you or your team, sir, but I thought you only took on experienced ..." She faltered.
Experienced what? Soldiers? Warriors? Survivors? Hunters? What was the correct term to use for this situation. Shaking her head again, Lexi almost seemed to try and shake a few ideas from her mind, looking the commander straight in the eyes. "I thought you only had experienced pe-... er, team members with you, sir. I may have been in the military before, sir, but I'm not experienced with fighting at all." It was true. She was more of a test pilot than anything. She knew the buttons and dials and all sorts of little things to go with a jet or a plane. She knew how to navigate in pure darkness over an ocean, she knew how to fly with barely any surroundings or in a storm. She fought a few times or so, but when you're up in the air? That's very different when you have only buttons to push, levers to pull and triggers to use.
"I mean, I read gauges and calculated how long until I had to land down again, I tested out ... things." She seemed hesitant on what exactly she tested, but was quick to move on with her words. "I mean, it's an honor to serve under you on Team Alpha, but I've been here two months, sir. I don't want to replace anyone else's jo-..." Lexi immediately clamped down her mouth, the puzzle pieces clicking together. She almost winced and shut her eyes, seeming to scold herself.
That's why the atmosphere was the way it felt. Nobody just replaced someone in this kind of duty. This was a dangerous job, dangerous work. Team Alpha was the best of the best, she had thought, so they would go out with the hardest jobs. She wanted to hide her face with her hands and slap herself a little for not realizing it. It wasn't just rude of her, it had been disrespectful. Letting out a long breath through her nose, she looked back up at her commanding officer.
"My deepest apologizes, sir. I didn't realize until now... but I still question the logic on recruiting me, it's not beneficial to your team or to any others who might need your help." her voice was a bit quieter, perhaps almost softer, as if she were walking on eggshells verbally. And it almost felt like it. She always was a talker, someone who argued a point until she was given enough proof to be satisfied. Going from zero to one hundred in the line of duty, however, wasn't something she had asked for. You don't rush combat experience, even she knew that. She didn't sign up with a death wish, after all. She signed up to help put a stop to needless death.
Reaper.
The reason she came here was to get rid of him. "Him" as in the monster that haunted her nightmares. The shadowy wraith form that knew no mercy and had all the patience in the world. It was dark, slow and manipulating. Patient. Pretty much the opposite of Ms. Oswell here. Bright and bubbly, quick and almost a little gullible. Impatient. She didn't call him by the name she gave his type of monster, the Wraith Reaper. No, she just called "him" Reaper. Simply, Reaper.
This surely was just a misunderstanding, right? Lexi had no experience fighting actual beings on the ground, let alone, fighting monsters. She was pretty much as inexperienced as she probably could be for this line of work. Rushing things was her type of ordeal, but she did not sign up to die immediately on the battlefield. While she accepted the fact that she could easily die out there while fighting something, the twenty-seven year old did not want to go head first into the deepest pits of hell out there. That wasn't what she wanted and that's what she knew this team did. She wasn't ready.
Not yet.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2017 10:40:31 GMT -5
Gale Amari "Goodbye, my friends. Adieu to the f*****s that think that it's funny." | ◙ |
I mean no disrespect, said the kid. That sounded like a lie; she'd already been extremely disrespectful, and somehow managed to continue. Alphonse's sharper tone did not miss him, but he barely reacted to it, instead choosing to focus on any possible good about this kid. There was...nothing, really. Her attitude was wrong, she didn't fit in with the atmosphere, and she was insensitive, to boot. Did she have any experience, or was she just dragged out of some small town with bubble wrap around it? He wasn't usually one to underestimate, and he supposed that she had to have some degree of promise to be chosen for Team Alpha, but...well. If he was being completely honest, he didn't see her sticking around after her initial monster was defeated.
In Omicron, he had compared himself to the shaking rookies, had warmed them with his words and gentle smiles, had been the epitome of a good mentor. But here, he was no mentor, did not intend on being kind and warm to people who held no respect.
It almost surprised him how jaded he'd become. Almost.
How else was he supposed to react? Ah yes, hello kid who doesn't give a damn about the atmosphere, we just lost two of our members not even twenty four hours ago, and you're here to replace them. One of them, in fact, was someone I was pretty close to, so I'm thrilled that you're here!
Yeah, no.
I may have been in the military, but I'm not experienced with fighting at all. That didn't make sense. Had she just been benched, never allowed to do anything? That wasn't military experience. That was just claiming it. She hadn't fought the hard wars of soldiers, didn't seem to have been forced to do her time. His mind flicked absently to some of his friends whom had been drafted into the Egyptian Armed Forces, who came home with broken minds and shaky hands. Gale, himself, hadn't served in the military - but he knew trauma. He knew it far too well, had given years to the Jackals, had been a freelance sniper for too long. Sometimes, they drafted people like him temporarily. He knew the battlefield better than he knew himself.
"You're right that it's not beneficial to us. At all," his words were sharp, his English heavily accented. He had grown tired of not being included in this. "You're a burden, and there is no logic, but we don't disrespect direct orders."
Maybe Al would tell him off, but Gale didn't care. He belonged here, the other veterans and his supervisor were his family, and to just have some rookie wander in all bubbles and cheer despite the obviousness of the grieving? It pissed him off, even if his expression remained completely neutral.
It wasn't common that Gale was bold enough to step into something important like this - he'd never done it in Omicron, because Shira would've killed him. Back there, they hadn't been as close-knit as the strike teams; they hadn't been family, but rather...close friends. Shira had never had a problem with disciplining her so-called kids, had been ideal for training rookies and while she had been proud of Gale for excelling at that, she had never tolerated speaking out of turn. He doubted Al tolerated it either, but he was too tired. If he was told off then yeah, he'd accept it because that was his fault.
He noted that it was a little stupid that he was condemning this kid for disrespect and then doing it himself, but it was different, in a way. He knew Al, had been part of this team for years. This kid didn't. That was the difference.
To Al, he switched back to French - if he cared at all about excluding the rookie, he didn't show it. "She's a burden."
Harsh, but true. If Oswell couldn't fight, then that meant they had more to teach her. He crossed his arms, shifted his weight. Hell, he didn't even want this kid to know the passcode for the door - she just wasn't very Alpha. There was the sort of kinship between strike teams; he'd seen it with Beta and Delta, but Alpha were...they were the gems, they were the pride and joy of the Order, and they were put into situations that caused them to bond. It hit them hard when there was a death, and this rookie just didn't fit in with that at all.
Give them a chance, Tea had once said - when Sabah had been determined to recruit new Jackals. He had, and they'd disappointed him and then they'd died. It was a good thing that this kid's attitude clashed with the entire sense of Team Alpha, because that meant he was unlikely to adopt her as one of his own. Hell, he figured Al was probably sick of her, from the way his tone was.
They were grieving, they had lost members, and then Oswell had waltzed in and had disrespected them, had ignored the atmosphere. That wasn't military - that was the naivety of someone who would never survive a life like this.
He supposed the Council were behind this - had forced them to recruit people. He wondered, idly, if the second would be any better. It was just...it was sending rookies to their deaths with Team Alpha. They were a strike team, they were--they were...probably not doing anything dangerous, if they had babies with them. He blinked and glanced to Al. He doubted it was omission by choice, but hell if Gale wasn't annoyed. He was pissed. This entire situation was just irritating to no end. He doubted Al was happy with this, but he wasn't sure, because everything was just...a mess. He was a mess, his thoughts were a mess, and he hated that. Gale was used to perfect clarity, ease with sifting through his picture-perfect memories.
But they kept flicking back to blood, to vicious monsters, to the raw horror at losing people so dear to the team.
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Jun 7, 2017 17:06:19 GMT -5
Alphonse Fournier "I am not here to be your friend. I am here to keep you alive." - ♠ - Though his expression remained carefully blank as he listened to Oswell stumble over her own words, he reached out to Gale. He knew that the younger man was indignant for him and also in the process of healing, but that was enough. Squeezing the younger man's shoulder lightly in a manner that could only be described as comforting, he turned his head to spare Gale a softer look. It was reprimanding in every way, but gentle all the same. It was a way to rein the younger man in without even saying his name.
Gale handled he returned his full attention to Oswell. For somebody of military background, she had no aspects of the walk in her life and she certainly didn't talk the talk. She didn't carry the demeanor the military demanded of her and how she was ever accepted into the Royal Air Force was beyond him. One of his closest friends, Malakai Croft, had been British Army before being picked up by the SAS. He had fancied a young man from the RAF in his youth and spoke only in praise of the RAF.
He remembered clearly the way the other special force member would go on and on about his rather obvious crush and though the memory was a fond one, the young woman before him seemed to be a perversion of allthe praises Malakai had given the RAF. She didn't even respect her service. She was, after all, just pushing buttons the same way he and his fellow brother in arms were just pulling triggers.
She had every ounce the upbringing of a spoiled brat in her, used to getting things the way she wanted to. Clearly they hadn't been able to iron that out of her. This wasn't a place for foolish heroics and that was everything this young woman stood for. She was going to get them all killed. She wasn't one of them, she never would be. She didn't have it in her to make Team Alpha.
Once Luo Jing was satisfied that his team was once again ready for active duty and Oswell's greatest fear was conquered, he'd look to find her a more suitable arrangement. Somewhere far from a response unit that required more tact, skill, and experience. But in the meantime, he would cut her down to size. He would put her in her place and allow her to understand that The Order was no informal organization.
He had spent years in the military and years in the clandestine service. Both required a high degree of respect and both were organized efficiently. The Order didn't have as many ranks available, but there was an underlying understanding that an individual of higher rank was not only to be respected but to be heeded as well. It was common sense, really.
His expression once again was neutral in an unreadable way, eyes looking over her without a hint of mercy. He would not take mercy on someone who was out of place with The Order. He was here to keep her alive - in the way he had failed to keep Darius and Jason alive - and if that meant kicking her into shape, well, he could do that.
He followed Gale's words with a softer tone but equally sharp words. "You are in no position to question the logic of the decisions that have been made, Oswell." After all, if his long time mentor had refused to heed his case and The Council had finalized their decisions, he was in no place to argue. So what was she, a rookie, still blue in the face and utterly unprepared for the world outside, to question those decisions?
"Stop asking questions. You are here to follow orders, not question them," military, was that right? Well then he'd remind her what it meant to be in the military. Respect was earned here and she was in no position to talk to him that way or inquire about what was demanded of her. If The Council made a decision, she accepted it. That was the natural order of things. That was what she would have to come to understand if she was going to live here. No... to learn here.
He didn't want somebody far out of line here. The veterans that came to join Team Alpha were always respectful, knowing exactly their place despite their years of service. And here she was, Alexis Oswell, a rookie, walking in and demanding answers as if she had a history of being spoon fed what she wanted. That behavior would no longer stand under his supervision.
And even more so, he didn't require any of her 'deepest apologies'. It was commonly regarded logic, no amount of apologies and condolences could fill what they had lost. Besides, who was she to even speak as such of Darius and Jason? Unlike all the veterans who had stopped him on his way to the council room, she had never met either man. She didn't understand.
There was a lack of sincerity in those words that didn't go unnoticed. He chose to ignore it though, eyes unforgiving as he looked at her. There was a finality in his words, silently agreeing with Gale's judgment. She's a burden. "It would do you well to remember I am not here to hold your hand. I am your supervising officer, and I am here to keep you alive."
He had been right after all. Promising on paper, but absolutely disappointing in person. He had played Russian roulette and lost terribly. Still, with the facts out of the way and her position reaffirmed, it was a beginning. It was a start for her to get out of their way. To pack up and move in and understand she was not at home and she could not act as if she owned Alpha wing. She was a guest here, unwanted and hardly welcomed.
In the meantime, he could only hope that the second rookie showed far more promise. Until then, he still had to discuss with his remaining veterans the condition in which Team Alpha was working under. He knew the others would not be pleased, but then again he wasn't either. They just weren't given a choice on the matter. They would just have to live with it.
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Jun 7, 2017 17:39:50 GMT -5
'm so hungry, send help. also what if I made a playlist for this rp. lul
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2017 17:46:15 GMT -5
eat food and make a playlist, flawless.
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Jun 7, 2017 17:47:58 GMT -5
sounds like a plan. lol, shame like the first few songs I'll add is like unavail in ur country xD
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Jun 7, 2017 17:50:05 GMT -5
Alexis Oswell "Presumptions can be made, but realize the error in jumping to the gun towards others." Right, right. This wasn't home. This wasn't with her friends and family. This was far from it, actually. These people were not friendly, they were serious.
Seriousness was something that Alexis could not do. Be serious? Act like she wants to settle down and focus on something for lengths of time? No, that wasn't something she could do even if she tried. Rushing, experiencing the thrill of "just winging it", going around without a plan and enjoying the rush of coming up with ideas on the spot, improvising. That was how she was and, boy oh boy, was that going to be an issue around here, from the looks of it. She bubbly look was gone, but the look on her face wasn't exactly serious either, rather than showing a bit of emotion.
"I never asked for you to hold my hand, but I do not want to be around people who don't want me," was a slightly snappish thought in her mind, nearly being spit out on her tongue. However, as much as she liked running and such, there was a feeling that this wouldn't go over well. Improvise. That was exactly what she was doing. Spit-fire temper at times, perhaps. Stubborn, always quick to do things. This was Lexi. "I never asked to be here quite so soon yet either, don't act as if it's my fault for being here. I'm not experienced for this at all."
Reaper.
He was the reason that she was here, in this situation. The thrill and satisfaction on finally cracking that mask and making those shadows disappear forever... that was the reason she came here. To face fears and crush them out of existence. Lexi closed her eyes and counted to eight. Never to ten and never just five. Her favorite number was eight.
"Don't do something stupid, they can kick your behind back to London." A gentle reminder to herself. Because what would happen if that happened? What happened if she was pushed too far? Home. Back to London. And that wasn't something she could exactly stand for. Because that meant not only would she be unable to do what she came here to do, but it was also something that meant she wouldn't be able to be a pilot again. Reaper would have to be dealt with to her own accords, without knowledge. That would be quite the issue for her.
Opening her eyes and fixing her brown gaze back up to her now commanding officer, her ingers tapping an irregular beat against her thighs out of habit, she gave a small curt nod. "Yes, sir. Permission to be excused to grab my things as you asked, sir?" she asked, not looking away. "If I'm going to be a thorn in your side, at least give me the decent respect that all human beings deserve. I'm not some baby that you need to coddle." Oh the words she wanted to say. The logic in this irritated her. Their negative attitude irritated her. The feeling of being forced in an area of which she was not welcomed nor liked made her pissed.
"One, two, four, three." Reverse the order in some of the numbers to concentrate. "Five, six, seven, nine, eight."
How long, exactly, was she going to be here? Lexi could only hope this was just a thing that was temporary. If these were only two of her new "team", then she was just thrilled to meet the others. Initially excited to be here, being shot down like this and scolded only irritated her. This was not a force that she could exactly challenge, so she had to bite the bullet and get on with it. Her attitude had changed considerably and she only fidgeted due to being, quite literally, unable to hold still for too long.
Energetic still, but rather... almost irritated at this point in time. She wasn't glaring or scowling at them. She had did enough to provoke these two men, any more trouble would probably cause an issue to what she was actually wanting to get back to. Practicing. The reason she choose twin pistols, built precisely like this, was due to the fact that she was an amazing shot with them. Mid-distance to close, they provided her with amazing aim, even while running and running around. Every day for the past two months, she had done nothing but practice her aim. Run, shoot, run, take care of herself. Do her duties. Shoot, go for a run, shoot again. Any spare time she had, she used practicing and training herself. Pushing herself, but not as much as to cause a problem.
Lexi couldn't exactly just waltz in and push herself beyond her limits too far, it was a bit dangerous to do that. While she could do as asked and handle what others could do, pushing her too much under too much stress was something that she refused to do. Which was one of the major reasons she had a issue with this arrangement. Jumping straight into something with a team that was the best of the best, in her mind, but also a team that wasn't exactly thrilled to meet her... she could feel the stress of this whole thing already.
"You chose this. Find a way around the problem and stop complaining about it to yourself," she could almost hear her best friend, Walter, say to her. This might've made her smile, if she wasn't looking at the two men of her new team. "Fix your mistakes and try again on a different path."
She missed that big guy. Nearly seven feet, large and muscular, American accent... He was quite something. Way too soft and gentle to have been in the military environment, it was easy to see that he was far out of his element when she had met him. He was the opposite of her, patient, slow and one to think carefully, being very observant and considerate of the environment around him. He would've probably said something to please these two, perhaps they would have liked him. Who didn't like Walter? But he was busy with his own job.
"I apologize for speaking out of line, sir," she stated, not looking away yet. Backtrack... she tended to do that a lot, didn't she? Reverse back when you go too far and try again. Typically what she did. Burst forward, get herself into an issue, and then backtrack to avoid that issue again, trying a different path. Only if she had the ability to reverse time, that would be quite nice. That technology was of story books though. And video games. Definitely in video games.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2017 18:35:46 GMT -5
Gale Amari "Never argue with someone who believes their own lies." | ◙ |
Danger, his senses told him when he felt the squeeze on his shoulder, but Gale was quick to realise that it was just Al. It wasn't dangerous here, and he wasn't going to be harmed. Despite his minute flinch (barely noticeable to people who did not know him, really), he wrinkled his nose and looked away. This wasn't his place to speak and yet he'd spoken anyway - it had been out of turn. He understood the gesture and so he closed his mouth, clenching his teeth together. Sure, he was prone to being impulsive - but if he was told (even silently) to stop, then he would.
His mind flicked back to Jacques - someone who could tolerate a lot. He'd take a leaf out of the Frenchman's book, would hold his tongue. Ignore things that annoyed him, wouldn't show that he was bothered. He crossed his arms and shifted his weight to one leg idly, assessing the situation further.
Gale was many things. He was one of the top gunmen in Egypt, possibly even in the top ten worldwide (if not, at the very least, in the top fifty). His skills were not something to be looked down upon, but there had always been one thing that had stood out about him. He was not military. He had never been military. There were the brief moments where he'd been temporarily used by the military, but never for the harsh truth of battle. It was always a matter of politics when it came to him, always a matter of take this person out quietly. Years and years of practice had honed his aim, certainly over twenty. He didn't lose track, but he just didn't care to think about the first time he'd picked up a gun. The first time he'd successfully sniped a man. It was trivial, nothing that really mattered in the long run. He was still learning, still practicing. This felt, to him, like it was off-topic in his brain; but when he thought deeper about it, he decided it probably wasn't. He was comparing himself to Oswell, trying to find the telltale signs of a hard life, to see if she had experience beyond pressing buttons, but there were no signs. Had she ever fought before? Why had she been chosen for Team Alpha? There was nothing about her that told him that she was good for an environment like this. She could get them all killed.
Her change of attitude was not a surprise. If anything, it was completely expected. Nanu did this, when she didn't get her way. She was, and both he and Kesi would admit it, spoiled rotten, just like the other two.
The difference between Nanu Kouri and Oswell, of course, was that one of them was twelve years old. The other was an adult.
He exhaled slowly through his nose, turned his head. He'd have to share this place with Oswell for a while, and that was going to be a pain. At least he'd be fine in his own bedroom.
Something told him that he didn't need to stand by Al's side any longer. He'd met the newcomer, had formed some initial opinions. Naturally, he'd wait and see if things improved - but like called to like, and he did not see any likeness to himself within this Oswell woman. He glanced to Alphonse and then looked away, before dismissing himself. He was comfortable enough to do that, to be able to move away and move freely.
Instead of retreating to the sofa as he would've liked to (hell, he just wanted to nap), he walked over to the workbench and crouched down to pick up the toolkit from beneath it. It was heavy, a familiar weight, something that he'd been working with for a long, long time. He set it gingerly next to his rifle and reached his foot back for the little wooden stool that he had often pulled up alongside Jason, had used to just sit there and talk the older man's ear off as they worked. Today, he sat on it and he was alone. That was a heavy weight on his heart.
Gale didn't want to be left to his thoughts, and he knew he wouldn't be if he worked on his gun. Slender fingers worked easily, and he was soon falling into a familiar, soothing rhythm. He would not focus on the eerie silence, would not focus on the fact that he didn't have another pair of hands helping, nor the laughter as he messed up. He could see his mistakes and he could correct them. The scope was the easiest part to repair, it was a surprisingly simple mechanism. It was the matter of getting the barrel to extend again. He wasn't great at that part. Fixing the scope and the barrel, however, was natural to him. It just...kept throwing him off that he didn't have anyone to talk to while he did this, kept baffling him when he glanced to the side and didn't see Jason. It hurt.
From back at the door, he could still hear Oswell. I apologise for speaking out of line, sir. Was that a genuine apology, or was it because she'd been put in her place? Did she think this was unfair? He was used to Nanu mocking him with yes sir whenever he reprimanded her. Hell, he would do anything to talk to his niece and nephews again - but he hadn't had a chance, had been busy.
And now Jason and Darius are dead so I don't want to talk to them because I'm grieving. Sounds about right. His mind did have a habit of making sure he couldn't comfort himself.
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Jun 7, 2017 20:59:48 GMT -5
[ !!! there's another member! awesome!! ]
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Jun 7, 2017 21:03:48 GMT -5
[ i just wanna say that i really do like this rp a lot and i like the concept. unfortunately i'm not good with military background so lexi may seem a little... out-going, a little too much. i apologize if she seems a bit much right now, but she'll get better when she gets to know her new team. ]
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Jun 7, 2017 21:20:03 GMT -5
I'm glad u enjoy the concept n whatnot, though I think you should look into military training videos and watch more military-esque movies and documentaries to learn more about how your character's mannerisms and behaviors should be because there's a lot of behavior that we're getting from Alexis that screams she's not of military background. The Royal Air Force is, like most military units, selective in their vetting of members.
She can't just act like a school child and be petulant and stressed by being told that her behavior is unacceptable. You can find videos on youtube about how the RAF train their recruits if you really want to learn more about that. I think it would be a good idea to look into those videos so the character feels more military. Because right now, she honestly doesn't feel military.
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Jun 7, 2017 21:22:46 GMT -5
[ i do understand that. i most likely will, because i would like her to seem more like it. i apologize greatly for it. ]
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Jun 7, 2017 21:26:28 GMT -5
Also Xander and I have questions regarding her health because from the way it reads, she's not healthy enough for the military and her conditions might be drastic in the future. Given her heart condition and her asthma [ with three different inhalers, no less ] the high stress environment of the rp doesn't seem to be her calling? I'd think about making revisions to her form and her health because asthma as severe as hers is a detriment to her daily activities, not just hunting monsters.
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Jun 7, 2017 21:45:55 GMT -5
[ oh. erm, i read that if her condition is stable for her heart... erm, not lexi in general, but ...
like, i've heard that if one has a heart condition such as her, she c a n be in the military, as long as it's stable and it's kept stable as to avoid anything that would make it harder to be in the military. perhaps that's american standards, but i wanted to research it before i made her like that. since i'm not exactly gathering the correct idea, should i continue this rp? i feel like i'm being more of a nuisance who doesn't understand than an interactive role-player. ]
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Jun 7, 2017 22:03:18 GMT -5
Which branch of the military and what role, if I may ask? Because from my understanding, such heart conditions can be lethal and made worse by extreme stress which is seen on war zones. I mean, technically, you could be a military chef and still be considered apart of the military.
Exactly what heart condition does she have because heart failure sounds severe whereas there are varying degrees of severity for arrhythmias. Like, you listed it off without actually stating the severity of it.
That said, I'm not asking you to leave or calling you a nuisance, I'm just asking for a bit more research on your character before stating things w/o being able to portray it in your writing.
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Jun 7, 2017 22:03:42 GMT -5
For the heart thing, I'm currently a nursing student and heart failure there is no way she could be in the army, let alone hunt monsters, but arrhythmia that are faint and non-problematic would be fine as long as they're monitored and hers isn't a big arrhythmia~ Just thought I would put in my 2 cents, hope nobody minds c:
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Jun 7, 2017 22:08:55 GMT -5
[ pilot. she was a pilot in the air force. and that's what i specifically searched up because as long as her condition is stable enough, she can be one. it varies on how bad it is and if it's stable or not and all that, but i read that she is able to be an air force pilot as long as her heart condition is stable with a surgery implant to keep aid to her health. it's not bad, but it's enough to where she needs to watch over-doing things. it's stable and she hasn't had an incident since she was little. i read up on her health enough to know about her health.
military? i'm not familiar with military at all and have a few tabs open on it right now. but i did research about her heart condition along with her asthma for the military. ]
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Post by L’Éᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ on Jun 7, 2017 22:09:37 GMT -5
Thank you very much, Win :') Your two cents is highly appreciated here because I was under such as assumption that heart failure is far too severe a condition for this type of physical exertion and stress
And I was not referring to the role your character took up in the military, but what branch and role the individual who claimed they were eligible for the military was in
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2017 22:11:44 GMT -5
[ im finger guns @ win
im just gonna put mild input but im someone who has asthma and three inhalers, if theyre all different, might be a little overkill. i wouldve been rejected for just having two, when my asthma was severe 0: also u cant be active w asthma without a huge amount of struggle; being out of breath, even now, is a huge problem w me (and i only use one inhaler now) it depends on the person but if her asthma is severe enough to need three inhalers, she wouldnt be considered for military duty (i wasnt even considered for policing) but mild asthma is like hell yeah its a bit of a battle to go w ppl w/o asthma but tbh not Too Bad. hills are awful. thats p much it. avoid hills and ur a+
just putting in input since i have asthma ^^ ]
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Post by ѕρσттεdѕнιммεя on Jun 7, 2017 22:11:51 GMT -5
[ once again, are you sure i should be here? i'm starting to grow frustrated because whatever i seem to do feels wrong. and i feel a bit frustrated over that. ]
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