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Post by Tals on Jun 7, 2017 17:07:05 GMT -5
Thank you!
okay take your time! I have swim practice from 7:15-9 pm CST, so Ill be gone for awhile))
The screeching of train tire wheels resounded in the air, and the loud whistles added to it as it screeched to a halt. Finally coming to a stop, the massive locomotive came to a halt, and the spray painted symbols of the RK looked as if it were recently placed. The details of a running paint job- to the way the paint was so fresh.. It made anyone proud of the RK and their good attempts to keep everything clean for their people. The train station was crowded, and families waiting eagerly to greet each other and some greeting their soldiers- whether it be parents, wives or husbands, or simply children. It would make any normal person weep tears of joy about the situation.
However, one man stepped off the train, with no one but soldiers under his command to greet him. His shoes scuffled across the tiles, his glasses perched neatly atop of his nose as he walked towards the small group. He raised a large hand, making a twirling motion with his index fingers and watched as they saluted, turned and scurried off towards the base. Colmac came to a stop at the entrance, taking a quick sweep of the area and said, "Guten Tag Berlin." His accent sounded somewhat terrible with his German, but it was easily fixed as he opted to not speak the language from there on out.
His shoulders were broad and rolled back, walking down the steps before making his way down the sidewalk and opted to make his way to the coffee shop before stopping to gather his new uniform at the large Compound
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jun 7, 2017 17:38:24 GMT -5
Once the door was locked behind him, Archer went to seek out Erich. He wanted to run things by him before moving any further with the interrogation. Felix was his brother after all. Even though he had told the man he had no problem inflicting torture, Erich was the one who would have to give him the say so for anything he did.
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Destiny was a little surprised of the other girl's offer of hug. They had barely spoken more then ten words to each other, yet she was willing to comfort her. Sniffling, the little girl scooted closer to who she hoped would be her new friend, accepting the hug.
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(sorry, I meant to put more in my last reply with Nichole, but I got distracted.)
Nichole reached the house in about ten minutes later. The last leg of the journey, she had broken into a jog. With the nice weather, she felt too good to just walk. Sure, she was panting a bit when she knocked on the door, but that didn't bother her. The young woman could have walked inside, but she liked to give Ava a warning that she was here instead of barging in. If the girl didn't answer and the door was locked, she knew where the spare key was hidden. There had only been a few times when she had needed to use the spare key, all of which ended with no need for panicking. Thankfully.
(A coffee shop would be perfect actually.)
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Post by Icestar on Jun 7, 2017 19:02:26 GMT -5
((Coolness.))
Erich was stuck in a meeting well into the afternoon, and when he emerged he was just glad it was over. Deeming it time to have a meal and just vegetate for a solid hour, he bought a wrap and withdrew into his office. Hopefully Archer would be by soon with news. Well, not too soon. Some time to do absolutely nothing would be ideal.
Sabel was smaller than Destiny, but she was able to wrap her arms around the other girl, resting her chin on her shoulder. Goodness knew there'd been times when she'd accept a hug even from a total stranger. But the opportunity was rare, and she wasn't about to let that happen here.
At her level, Ava didn't have a lot of homework, and she had nearly finished by the time she heard a knock on the door. Dinsmore immediately gave a loud yip, but quieted down once Ava sprang to her feet and ran to the door. He trailed after her, panting in excitement. She checked the spyhole, as her dad always told her to never forget to do, and on seeing that it was Nichole, she opened up the door, beaming. "Hi!" she exclaimed.
Nate missed the coffee maker in the Potsdam base. Now, Hull was all good and dandy, but his English was not spectacular and he knew he stuck out like a sore thumb, with his muddled accent and inability to effectively communicate. Okay, maybe he was being hard on himself. But he didn't like attention drawn to him in a public setting. At a WhiteKingdom base where he knew he was safe? Fine. But not out here.
And yet the taste of the coffee in the Hull base was just... horribly disappointing. Now maybe it was just that coffee maker, but he found himself thinking the English should really just stick to tea. Either way, it drove him on an almost daily basis to come in to this sweet little corner coffee shop he'd found a relatively quick flight away from the base [not that anything was actually nearby; it was, after all, a secret base]. Of course, he was always careful to shift where nobody could see him, and no mishaps had yet occurred, nor would any at any time. He wouldn't let that happen; he wasn't stupid. He just needed his coffee.
It was about 0715 when he entered the shop on this particular day, and he was actually reasonably awake this time, but still he knew he couldn't skimp on the caffeine.
((For RM: ))
Joanna Schreod had recently returned to the Berlin base from Potsdam after the successful bombing and raid. She'd managed to stick around for a bit to hear updates on her traitor brother, but sure enough, soon she'd been called to return to the place where she was stationed and fill out reports. It was tedious work, and as often as she could she found herself returning to the training area for target and stealth practice, two of her favorite things in the world.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jun 7, 2017 20:34:16 GMT -5
Archer took his time walking to Erich's office. There was no rush since the man didn't have anything else to do that day. If there had been, he wouldn't have had the time to interrogate Felix. Once he had reached his office, he knocked on the door, hoping he was there.
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Destiny allowed the hug to go on for a minute or so. Once the tears finally stopped clouding her vision, she pulled away. As thankful as she was for the comfort Sabel had offered her, she didn't want to stay there too long. "Gracias," she said with a sniffle.
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"Hey, Ava," Nichole returned with a smile. "Hey, Dinsmore." She bent down to scratch the dog behind the ears. "You two haven't been up to any trouble before I got here, have you?" The young woman straightened up to walk inside the house and cast the girl a teasing look. Ava was never one to make trouble, which in turn made her job easy. No trouble, no worries.
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Sophia had been working at the Gallery Row coffee shop since the beginning of her first semester of college. A journalism major didn't require the skills of a barista, the the little coffee shop gave her the opportunity to talk with the customers, learn little snippets of stories from their lives, and learn their opinions on the topics in the news. It was nice to connect with people in this way. Some people visited so often that she automatically began to fill their orders the moment they stepped through the door.
For the past three months, she had been working the afternoon shift because of her class schedule. This semester, she was working the early shift, which was another reason why she liked her job. Her boss was always willing to switch her hours whenever her schedule changed for school. At the moment, she was wiping down the counter since there were no customers to serve. The morning rush had died down a bit, so she had a moment to breath and take care of a few house keeping things.
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Post by Icestar on Jun 7, 2017 21:00:42 GMT -5
((Sophia? Are you changing Faith's name?))
Eh, close enough. Schreod leaned back in his chair and called, "Enter."
Sabel offered a small smile, and stood up, heading for her bed. She had a couple books in German she was working through. She hoped that Destiny would still feel free to talk if she needed to, but figured for now it may be best to leave her be.
"Oh, loads." Ava grinned, bouncing after her. "Dad got me a new 500 piece puzzle, and I have to take Dinsmore on a walk! Well, I want to, anyway."
When Nate rolled in, the shop was completely empty of customers. This happened sometimes, though often there was a small handful of other people around this time. He supposed most people were already at work by now. He offered up a silent prayer of thanks, not for the first time, that he did not have to be.
He had never seen the girl behind the counter before. He wondered if she was new. She was cute, he noted immediately, but he was sworn off flirting with anyone, at least for now. He had a rep to build at the base, and it was full of soldiers who couldn't afford distractions anyway, and he really couldn't trust anybody outside the base. It was a lose-lose.
Whatever. He was too distractible. "Hey," he said, immediately wishing he didn't have to talk, as always. He was working on his accent with a speech coach, but not much progress had been made so far. "Tall mocha frappucino, please."
((I don't know anything about coffee, I seriously found a website that randomly generates Starbucks orders.))
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jun 7, 2017 21:50:46 GMT -5
(Gah! No, I was just momentarily confused. XD Sorry about that.)
Archer opened the door and let himself into the room. "I came to give you a report on my chat with your brother," he announced, shutting the door behind him. "If you have a moment, that is."
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Destiny felt like it was about time she got up off the floor as well. Had she been alone, she might have just stayed there, but Sabel might be weird to just have her sitting in the middle of the room. So she stood and slowly went to investigate the bed that must have been hers.
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"500 pieces? Well we'll be busy tonight, won't we?" Nichole asked, smiling as she entered the kitchen. Every day she would come in and check for any instructions or requests Ava's father might have left behind. Sometimes there was nothing, both times he let her know if she needed to do a chore or two, fix something for dinner, or if Ava had to study for a test. "Have you finished your homework?" The red haired girl asked. "You know we have to get that done before anything else."
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Faith looked up as the bell tie to the door jingled. Her gaze found a young man that she didn't know. Then again, she's seen a lot of people she hadn't before that morning. Smiling, she tossed the towel she'd be using off to the side. "Welcome to Gallery Row," she greeted. She didn't even need to ask how she could help him. He stated his order before she could. Must be a regular, she thought to himself.
"Coming right up! Can I have a name for your order?" The question was kind of unnecessary since there was no one else here. However it was a line that had been imprinted into her brain. It was more of an instinctive phrase now than anything.
(Haha, I would have had to do the same thing. XD )
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Post by Tals on Jun 7, 2017 22:34:21 GMT -5
Colmac arrived at the base in perfect condition, and took a sip of his iced latte before he had disappeared to his room to change. His massive frame emerged in a black suit, adorned with several medals and in his left hand, his coffee. His suitcases had been dropped off before him ahead of time, as he was a man of 'importance' and didn't like his time being wasted with tedious tasks. Therefore, the less things he had to worry and care for himself, the better.
His massive frame stepped into the buro- or office rather. His hair was neatly combed back, and his lips pursed into a thin line as the men and women stood up at his presence. He however, was looking for Joanna. Word got around about attacks and how well they performed, so it was natural Colmac was going to see her. Especially if she was in better condition. Coming to a stop beside her small cubicle, his eyes traveled down and he said, "Hello soldier. You are Joanna Schreod, correct?"
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Post by Icestar on Jun 7, 2017 22:38:36 GMT -5
Schreod held his hand out in a gesture that said Come in.
Sabel leaned over discreetly to observe Destiny as she examined the bottom bunk. The beds weren't particularly comfortable, and the white sheets were boring, but Sabel found they did just fine. Any problems she had sleeping didn't stem from the physical properties of her bed.
Ava pouted, having hoped she wouldn't ask. "I have some more reading to do... but it won't take too long."
A Post-it note on the fridge read,
"Nichole—
Ava has a maths test in two days. Please help her study for at least fifteen minutes before any games or telly. I should be home by 2000. Please fix a simple dinner for the two of you.
Mr. Winters"
The thought occurred to him, as always, to give a fake name, but he was always so worried that he'd be caught in the lie at one point or another. "Nate," he said after the briefest pause, and as an afterthought, read the young woman's name tag. "Much obliged, Faith."
((EDIT: Didn't refresh in time to see your post, RM.))
Joanna looked up from her computer, glad to be distracted from the tedium that was desk work. She was a good worker but in cases like this, she shirked whenever she was given a reasonable excuse. Her eyes swiftly scanned the culprit up and down, noting his beard, his sweater, the height at which he holds himself. "Correct you are. And who might you be?"
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Post by Tals on Jun 7, 2017 22:59:46 GMT -5
That's alright! ^^
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Colmac then gave a quiet sigh to himself. "Captain Colmac Sweeney lass. I've been recently transferred here to help remove the threat of the White Kingdom. I have also heard of your performance during the recent skirmish," he informed, his head tilting slightly before rocking up onto his feet. "You would be willing to inform me of how it went down, correct? and quite possibly, where you are headed next?"
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Post by Icestar on Jun 7, 2017 23:22:45 GMT -5
((Is Colmac speaking English or German?))
She raised an eyebrow at being referred to as "lass," but responded smoothly, "A pleasure, Captain. Next? Next, after finishing this batch of reports at least, I'm off to have my break. If you would like to hear of the mission, I should be glad to speak with you then."
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Post by Tals on Jun 7, 2017 23:47:41 GMT -5
I guess German since theyre talking..?)
Colmac gave a nod then. "Very well. I'll come by in thirty minutes to check up on you- and see if you're done. Im going to settle in on the time being. It was nice to have met you Joanna," he gave a curt nod of his head and then begun to move to his room
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Post by Icestar on Jun 7, 2017 23:54:46 GMT -5
((I mean, Joanna speaks both, so it could have been English, but German makes more sense.))
She sat blinking for a moment, stunned by the impertinence of his use of her first name, but she managed before he passed out of earshot to correct him coolly, "Agent Schreod."
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Post by Tals on Jun 8, 2017 11:45:28 GMT -5
Okay cool haha ))
Colmac returned just as he said he would, but dressed in Military Uniform. His hands were clasped behind his back, his legs carrying him swiftly across the way. His eyes traveled over to Miss Schreod. He came to a stop by her desk. His hat sat low on his head, his eyes down over to her and he stood patient. Though, his jaw was taut and he looked as though his patience wasnt going to last long
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Post by Dawnmist on Jun 8, 2017 13:14:18 GMT -5
((Aww man, I missed all the excitement. Are people still around?))
It hadn't taken Lillian too much time to adjust to the base in ((Ukraine, maybe? I don't think any of my characters have been there yet.)). It was almost better for her to be in an unfamiliar environment rather than the familiar base, devoid of the people she knew. The only other person in this base she was even a little familiar with was Yvonne--No, wait, she corrected herself. Schwarz.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jun 8, 2017 16:34:28 GMT -5
Archer walked over to his desk, taking a seat in one of the chairs in front of him.
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The bed wasn't anything like her own back home, but Destiny couldn't complain. At least everything was clean and that she was given a bed. Slowly, the girl pulled herself up so she was sitting on the firm mattress. There wasn't anything else for her to do now but wait for news about Kurt.
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Nichole read over the note quickly as she listened to Ava. "Looks like you have a math test to study for as well," she commented. "Let's go on and get started. If it doesn't take us long, then we can go for a walk." She knew that they shouldn't be out and about after sunset. Even though the town was safe enough, the young woman didn't want to take a chance leaving the house with Ava's father knowing after it grew dark. No doubt the man would be furious with them if that were to happen.
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Faith offered another smile to the man. "Your order will be ready in just a moment," she assured him. With that, she turned to the coffee machine to make his drink. It had taken a few weeks before the blonde woman at least two weeks before learning how to make all the variations of coffees on the menu by herself. At first glance, the machine looked complicated with all its adjustments and settings. However, once she figured everything out and watched her co-workers use it, she know had no problem with filling orders. In fact, it only took three minutes before she snapped the lid onto the now full coffee cup and carried it over to the counter. "Nate," she called, setting down his drink.
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Post by Icestar on Jun 8, 2017 18:49:35 GMT -5
((Hey, I know there are a lot of characters waiting on replies from mine, but this is to alert you that I may not be able to supply those for a couple days. I will do so as soon as I can though; it might be in the next few hours. I really don't know what's going to happen. Amberwing, welcome, and you're good to start Rping.))
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Post by Icestar on Jun 9, 2017 7:54:01 GMT -5
((Here we are. I've been working on this when I could. Don't have a lot of time now. Amber, I can offer you as thorough a summary as you want, but we've been going since 2009 and there's a lot up here. Would you just like what's happened more recently?
Dawn, I'm assigning the summary to you in case you get on before the next time I do.
Also, side note: I almost feel like adding some sort of "how (s)he should be referred to by other characters" because people seem to very often forget not to just call these military officials by their first names...))
Joanna still sat at her desk, perhaps five minutes from finishing the batch of reports due later that afternoon. She was clad, at the moment, in a black turtleneck under a blazer, but intended on shedding the blazer and getting right into stealth training after her break. She sensed that upstart captain waiting beside her and his impatience was certainly not lost on her, but in response she simply curbed the urge to smirk and continued to work slowly and carefully.
Normally, if Schwarz finished all her tasks before the end of her work day, she'd stick through till the bitter end, doing anything she could, training, sometimes even offering instruction to trainees. But today, she didn't have the energy. And more than that; not having the energy, on its own, never stopped her. She knew that Christoph didn't have the energy either, to be alone for so long. She was going to take him home, and they were going to do something together. She got up, organizing her things, and headed out into the hall.
Schreod folded his hands, gave the two-handed go ahead gesture, and returned them to their folded position. "Please, do tell. How did it go?"
Hours passed. Sabel read her books quietly, reminding herself every few minutes not to ask questions, that oftentimes people didn't like answering questions. But Destiny seemed to be waiting for something and Sabel just wasn't sure if it was actually coming.
Soon enough, the gruff but muted voice of a guard came through their thick door saying, "Lights out."
"We could go for a walk now," Ava suggested emphatically. She knew her dad wasn't particularly fond of walks, or going out in public, or being fun, even when it was just the two of them, but she also knew that he had good reason, even if she really didn't understand it. That couldn't stop her from fighting against it at least a little.
Nate glanced around the still-empty coffee shop with more than a little theatricality, feigning wide-eyed uncertainty, and then turned back to the girl behind the counter, dramatically placing his hand against his chest. "Why... that's me! Of all the people here!" Grinning to show it was all in good humor, he reached forward to accept his coffee.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jun 9, 2017 17:09:08 GMT -5
(What should Archer call Erich? I don't think we've ever mentioned that, and I want him to call him the proper title since Erich is in superior.)
"I have to say, I admire the amount of bravery your brother has," Archer started. Either bravery or stupidity, but he thought he'd leave his compliment standing. "He didn't seem to care whether or not I tortured him. The woman, however, is his weak point. If he was put into a position of watching her suffer or trading secrets for her safety, I'm sure he'd cave in. Unless he's more heartless than I assume he is."
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Destiny had lost herself in her thoughts. Images of Kurt and the fire filled her mind, along with fantasies of being rescued any minute by guards wearing the uniform of the WK. When the voice of the guard broke the silence, the little girl visibly jumped. Lights out? How long had she been sitting there? Were they not going to offer her any food? Had she mot been scared of the outcome, she might have walked over to the door to ask. Did it really matter? They probably wouldn't have gone out of their way to fetch her food if she told them she was hungry. Standing up, Destiny began to fold back the blankets of her bed. Maybe she would wake up tomorrow to find that all of this had just been a dream.
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(Should Nichole know about the family and their situation? Or should she not know anything?)
Nichole sighed. She hated to tell the girl that she couldn't do something. But rules were rules. If they weren't followed, she could loose her job, which wasn't something she wanted to happen. The weather outside sure was nice, though. It'd be a shame to let such a beautiful day go to waste. "Alright, I'll make you a deal," the young woman said. "We finish up the homework you have left, and we'll walk into town before sunset. We'll pick up dinner there and bring it back to eat while we study for your math test. Does that seem fair?"
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Faith laughed at his comical response. She had simply expected him to just walk over, pay for his drink and left. Not many people had good humor so early in the day. "You're lucky. People would kill to be the first order called out at such a busy time," she replied, transferring the cup into his hands. "Would there be anything else you would like?"
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Post by Icestar on Jun 10, 2017 19:25:03 GMT -5
((Ah, good questions. Archer should be calling Erich "Lieutenant" or "sir" when it's direct address but he can just call him "Schreod" or perhaps "the lieutenant" in his inner monologue. And no, Nichole knows nothing. I mean, she might be able to guess, but not this early unless Anja messes up somehow; Daniel is careful. Very careful.
Also I am taking the liberty of a slight time skip with the Destiny/Sabel bit.))
Schreod twiddled his thumbs together, not unclasping his hands. "The only surprising part of this is hearing him called 'brave,'" he commented. "He was never brave before. I daresay you are being too kind with him, misconstruing foolishness as courage. Regardless... that girl. I had certainly suspected she may be useful, and how glad I am now that we decided to take her as well. As it turns out, she is worth more alive than dead. However, we must not get ahead of ourselves. Felix is weak. Weaker than he fancies himself, certainly. Let's just... let him simmer. He is to have no contact with anyone. And in the meantime, I think I'd like to get to know the girl a little."
The following morning at 5:30, a slot in the door opened and two trays was noisily shoved into the room. Sabel was immediately up and descending her ladder. She knew they wouldn't be allowed to roam the halls until the designated two hours in the evening, and there was nothing to hurry or hope for, but still she tried to act like there was. The grub was suspicious-looking eggs, a biscuit that Sabel knew to actually be pretty good, and a bottle of milk. Not a lot, particularly for a shifter, but just barely enough.
Ava nodded vigorously, content with this arrangement, and gave Nichole a quick hug before rushing back to the kitchen table and opening up her books again.
The words Your number, perhaps floated on Nate's lips, but he batted them away, reminding himself of his limitations. He put it out of his mind in time to smile, even feel relief at her mirth and her utter lack of reaction to his muddled accent. Maybe he'd be lucky and she wouldn't even ask about it. He searched his mind for a witty yet subtle response and came back with, "I mean, unless you'd have a thousand quid in the back just waiting for a loving home..."
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Post by Tals on Jun 10, 2017 22:17:49 GMT -5
Okay- though It would depend on which military and who knows who.
Edit: Take your time too
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A minute passed, and it seemed that Captain Colmac's patience was on a thread. Slowly, his head lifted and a vein bulged at his temple before saying, "Miss Schreod. Or is your name Agent Schreod?" A small frown curled his lips as he said, "I've run low on patience. Your undercover skills shouldn't match the pace of your writing skills."
His eyes rolled towards the clock, hand raising, fingers snapping then by her ear as a small but smug smirk appeared. Sharp canines were revealed, and his bluegreen orbs flickered to something slightly animalistic before he hummed out, "Chop chop Frau. I don't like being tested."
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Post by Icestar on Jun 11, 2017 5:48:30 GMT -5
((Summary for Amberwing:
We opened this chapter of the Rp [at least the fifth or sixth one] in the wake of a bombing on the Potsdam WhiteKingdom base, which was the main base where the majority of our WK characters worked. They have now either gone missing [as two of our members have], been scattered to different bases, or been captured. Their current statuses follow, in ascending order of age.
Rinn- missing, likely dead.
Destiny Parker- being held captive in the Borkwalde RK base [previously in Potsdam].
Anja Fischer- in witness protection in Dublin, going by Ava Winters, being babysat by Nichole.
Christoph Möer- at the WK base in Svydivok [previously in Potsdam].
Alec- missing, likely dead.
Sabel Luján- being held captive in the Borkwalde RK base, having been so for two years.
Viktoriya Ivashchenkov- roaming the streets.
Nichole Hart- living in Dublin, babysitting Anja/Ava.
Nathan Summerlin- at the WK base in Hull [previously in Potsdam].
Caleb Krant- missing, likely dead.
Delilah Martins- missing, likely dead.
Jacquelyn Grey- attending grad school in Vienna.
Charlie Grey- missing, likely dead.
Joanna Schreod- at the RK base in Berlin.
Faith Harper- attending uni in Hull.
Jennette Clearwater- being held captive in the Borkwalde RK base [previously in Potsdam].
Kurt Keller- undergoing surgery in the Borkwalde RK base, and is also a captive [previously in Potsdam].
Maxwell Wilde- (unclear, he was never really integrated into the Rp)
Colmac Sweeney- at the RK base in Berlin.
Lillian Valentine- at the WK base in Svydivok.
Felix Schreod- being held captive in the Borkwalde RK base, specifically by his brother.
Henry Archer- at the RK base in Borkwalde, helping Erich.
Diana Schwarz- at the WK base in Svydivok.
Daniel Fischer- in witness protection in Dublin, going by Donald Winters, working a 9 to 5 desk job.
Erich Schreod- at the RK base in Borkwalde, trying to get Felix to talk.
Remus Valentine- hasn't done much recently, but he was previously in Potsdam so he could be at any WK base now.
Joanna raised an eyebrow, not having expected him to fail that test so spectacularly. "As I informed you earlier, though it appears you chose not to listen, Captain, yes, you are to refer to me as Agent Schreod," she responded coolly, not skipping a beat, not stopping typing, not even glancing up at him. "No one with so little patience really belongs in the RedKingdom, so I must question how you got this far, but I suppose I'll just have to be thankful you're not involved in espionage. And let's not call my writing skills into question when you haven't the faintest idea what I'm doing. Or would you like to discuss your speaking skills?" she asked, still not sparing him a glance but quirking the corner of her mouth upward as she adopted a thick Irish accent with her last few words.
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Post by Icestar on Jun 11, 2017 8:27:12 GMT -5
((So, I don't know why most of that is in italics, but whatever.))
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Post by Tals on Jun 11, 2017 8:40:21 GMT -5
"Are you doubting my skills Agent Schreod? As far as I know, i dont have a sibling that's going to make me a liability to the rest of the army," his jaw tensed as the faintest ripples flexed below his skin. He wasn't going to answer an agent. "I'd be careful at what you say or suggest Agent Schreod. You could become my assistant should I ask for it to happen."
His teeth poked out as he reached forward and grabbed her forearm, a faint line of slightly elongated nails like claws revealed. "I'm strictly business- and if its not done in an orderly and timed fashion, we'll have the WK ahead of us, and thats not something we want now is it?" A low growl filled in with his accent as he added in a softer voice, "and let's not forget that the RK isn't completely made up of agents- this isnt the cold war."
Releasing her arm he stood upright and let his hands clasp behind his back. His nails returned to normal and his frown returned to his face. "I have read your file Agent. Being a spy is quite impressive, especially pretending to help the WK. You'd think that normal human beings would recognize the threat that they're harboring... Like they're pets." He scoffed.
Gah he's so stubborn >_< i dont mean him to be entirely rude))
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Post by Icestar on Jun 11, 2017 8:58:23 GMT -5
She ignored that last feeble attempt at graciousness entirely and addressed the points of his tirade in order. "Glad you picked up on that. I am absolutely doubting your skills; as far as you and I know, I don't have such a sibling either; and hah! That's hilarious, but no, that could not happen. You seem to be under multiple delusions, some of grandeur and another that your little desire to hear my personal account of the raid, a useless redundancy and a favor I graciously agreed to grant you, was more important than official work of the RedKingdom. I suggest you take this opportunity to walk away silently. Do not look at me, do not speak to me," and here she finally looked into his eyes, her own like chips of ice, void of emotion entirely yet somehow burning intensely, "and if you ever touch me again, heaven help you."
((I possibly should have warned you before, but Joanna has connections and wow, he just overstepped some serious boundaries. Life is about to get a lot harder for him.
Also I'm ignoring the nail and teeth bits because shifters in this universe can't shift only partially. It's all or nothing.))
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Post by Tals on Jun 11, 2017 9:20:51 GMT -5
Ah okay; well Colmac does too more on the UK side because he's one of their captains. He simply transferred to see if he wanted to stay in Uk or if his work could align in Germany)
Oiay- i can work with those shifting abilities haha
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For one long moment he stared at her before rolling his eyes. His back straightened ever more and his gruff demeanor switched as he spoke in english, "Youre walkin on shaky ground Lass. Just because Im in Germany doesn't mean that Im helpless. Nor- would it mean I roll over. The ranks of the military is dependent upon the foundations of Private to Sergeant and as when I remember- Agent is below the commanding ranks." His sneer returned as he added, "Ive researched who i was going to work with- and you have a brother holding a brother captive as far as Im concerned. As for your mouth?"
He let out a growl, "Its best due to silence in respect of the commander." He wasnt a man who was afraid- especially when it came to silly little things. "I had come to request the assistance and the work of your little program to infiltrate the bases within Germany at multiple locations or to befriend the shifters in hopes to bring them down from within, but apparently my orders received, and my commanding officers of the United Kingdom have... lied to me." His body turned, he snapped a finger as he added, "I do not care if youre the ice cap of the northern atlantic." He took in a soft inhale as he glanced down to his watch. "Looks like my report on remaining in the UK is confirmed. It appaears that the German portion of the Army is unwilling to help."
He started to walk, not sparing a glance behind him towards her cubicle. He'd start his petition to go to into Dublin and Ireland. Maybe they would find willing soldiers and supports from there. Or- maybe he'd travel to a different base of operations in Germany. Who needed agents anyways?
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Post by Dawnmist on Jun 11, 2017 12:29:17 GMT -5
((Welcome, Amberwing! If you're looking for a place to jump in, I'd be happy to start a storyline with your character. I might have to create a new character though, I think most of mine are occupied.
On the character summaries, I was trying to remember what Remus was doing, and I feel like he and someone else were captured by the RK a long time ago. I don't know if that ever got resolved, so maybe he's still captured. That's the last I remember of him.))
Jennette sat quietly in her cell. With no clock and no windows, she couldn't tell how long it had been since she'd last seen anyone else. She wondered how Felix was doing, hoping he was still unharmed, though she worried about how seeing his brother again would impact him mentally.
Lillian finished her meal and headed out of the dining hall, ready to retire to her room for the evening. She spotted two figures at the other end of the hallway, one adult and one child.
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DM me if u want