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Post by intentional on Jan 22, 2017 0:09:32 GMT -5
Bam. Bam. Bam.
Three shots fired at rapid succession hit the target with amazing accuracy. His fingers nimbly replaced the holster with a new round of bullets as he rapidly fired from the gun he was holding. He set the gun down, took off the protective goggles, and pressed the button as the target lurched forward for him to see his marks. It was very cleanly marked, an even fifteen headshots, seven torso shots, and eight heart shots. He slid the goggles back into the drawer and placed the gun in the back of his pants, lifting the shirt over it to cover the concealed weapon. He shut the lights off as he left the room. He ascended the stairs to the main part of his house and quickly hopped into the shower.
He exited the shower by 0715, dressed, packed and made his breakfast, which was very hearty, in Louis’s opinion. As he prepped, he re-read the email that was sent a couple days ago. His amber-brown eyes read over the fine printed details to meet at 0800 at a specific location.
This was one of the more interesting jobs he’d gotten in awhile. He did his stint in the military, and was honorably discharged in 2014. The wounds from previous wars and assignments were still pretty fresh, and there was not one night where he didn’t have nightmares. But he’d slowly grown accustomed to their existence and got by the lack of sleep through coffee. After the military, Louis had been recruited into the FBI and had found a new purpose in life. He’d been happy at home after his discharge, playing with his labrador named Mango (who passed away a month ago), but he soon grew tired of the monotony of civilian life. The FBI had helped him back onto his feet, and after his eight month break from the army, Louis had been training non-stop to keep his skills from growing rusty.
Louis quickly ate his breakfast, gathered his bags and dumped them into his car. He made sure his car, his bags, and he himself were properly packed and stocked with necessary materials. He made sure to lock the door properly, for it would be awhile before he came back to his family home. He bid his home goodbye as he drove to the address given on the email.
He parked next to a couple of cars nearby and made sure his pistol was armed before entering the house with a backpack slung over both shoulders. He entered the cabin to be greeted with two other males and a very muscular female. Both males were short, but the one dressed in a black turtleneck and jeans stood out to Louis the most.
Seems he’s the leader, Louis thought.
The male in the center of the house had some kind of aura about him that made Louis feel wary, but also hold some sort of respect for him. He could tell that the stranger had witnessed some pretty horrific things, and Louis understood the feeling quite well.
His amber eyes moved to the other small male, who seemed to be Korean (Louis had a canny eye for this — not because he’s also half Korean himself), and concluded that he was quiet and younger than Louis himself. His attention then turned to the bulky female, who looked like she could crush a melon between her muscular thighs. He assumed that she worked out more than he did, considering her physique, and he was awed. She was quite pretty, although she had a scar that ran down jawline, and Louis concluded that she would be a tough nut to crack. A smirk arose on Louis’s handsome face, as he was beginning to be glad that he didn’t refuse the offer to join Veil.
“Seems like the gang’s missing a couple people, right?” Louis asked, trying to break the intense, nervous, wary ice between all of them.
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Post by intentional on Jan 22, 2017 0:12:23 GMT -5
OMG IT was surreal like ugh we were all so united and peaceful and it was great it was my first time doing anything remotely political (besides sharing news articles via fb ahahhahaa) it was INSANE how many people showed up -- in my area it was 750k+ people !!!!! i love us and people were so supportive esp with my group bc we're in our teens and the older ppl were like "we're so glad to see you guys -- it's your generation that'll have to deal with this and it's great you're involved" YAY !!!! IKR i'm korean but don't live in korea but i saw and honestly i'm very moved by the international response to it <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3 it looked so good!! its really good that its showing how firmly people are against trump; but also it shows that feminism isnt some silly new thing its very good that this has happened imo YAY IKR i love supportive people <3<3<3 still kinda upset at the orange tomato that is now in the white house and his dumb picks for every member of his cabinet and his press secretary and his executive order against obamacare dONT EVEN GET ME STARTED
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Jan 22, 2017 0:15:11 GMT -5
Yayyy that sounds amazing!! : DD && omg yes honestly sharing political stuff about the recent president chaos over here was probably the only political thing I've done in my entire life Oh wow that's a lot of people but it's wonderful to see the support you should love yous Yup yup very true we gotta step up our game even more haha
AAA YOU'RE KOREAN TOO omg I don't think I've met another Korean here before cc'x I'm glad that the international responses are supportive thou <3<3 it's such a relief
When you gotta go go and rest paper uwu
I just realized that my reply is kinda late ;c; ]
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2017 0:16:15 GMT -5
yep yep theyre gud as hell mm yeah. its frustrating as hell and affects the whole world and goddamn if i aint p.o'd that theresa may (the uk pm, not by vote but by default bc the prev quit bc of brexit) is SUPPORTING HIM...
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2017 0:16:55 GMT -5
o: what do u mean ur reply is late misc
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Post by intentional on Jan 22, 2017 0:21:38 GMT -5
HUUUUUUUUUUU wth i have seen a couple ppl post some bigoted statuses on their fb/insta and UGH LIKE THEYRE MISSING THE POINTTTTTTTTT it's very infuriating
omggg misc pls explain to me wtf is happening in s.korea over there like i'm korean and my korean's ok but the words they use are SO HARD so i have no idea what is happening i know she's on trial for the impeachment process ??? or something like that??? like she's being impeached bc she took advice from someone that wasn't authorized to see everything that the person saw ???
lol im down to discuss this issue w u over pm hahaha as to not spam this thread )
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Post by Salted Squid on Jan 22, 2017 0:39:25 GMT -5
Skylar sat in the back of the SUV for a long time, close to panic. When she had taken off from Sadie's this morning, she hadn't exactly fully understood what this agreement entailed. She had assumed, of course, that she would be returning to her son at the end of the day. It wasn't until she had been directed to this cabin that the truth had hit her hard. She wouldn't be going home tonight. In fact, she wouldn't be going home for a very long time. Perhaps ever. This cabin was her home now.
The thought threatened to overwhelm her. How am I supposed to tell him I won't be tuckint him in tonight? she thought, fiddling with the strap on her backpack which held what littld she had packed. The thought of her son crying for her in the night, and her not being there to comfort him, almost made her turn around and drive home as fast as she could.
But it's too late for that now. You're alreafy here. She swallowed, hating the logic in her own thoughts. Shakily, she pushed her way out of the SUV, slamming the door behind her. She fumbled for her phone, dialing the number as she took a few steps away from the cabin.
Sadie answered immediately. "Hello?"
"Change of plans." Skylar fought to keep the tremor from her voice. "I'm not going to make it back for awhile."
"Why not?" Sadie sounded startled. Skylar swallowed her guilt.
"It's a work thing. I'm not supposed to say more than that. I need you to look after Aiden for me." Skylar chose her words carefully, careful not to give too much away.
There was a long pause. "You're not in danger, are you?"
"I honestly don't know."
Another pause. Then, "Okay. I'll take care of him. You stay safe."
"I will."
Skylar hung up then, as she had nothing else to say. Taking a deep breath, she swung the backpack onto her shoulders, then made the trek to the cabin, slipping inside just in time to hear Louis' words. Awkwardly, she closed the door. "I don't think anyone's missing. They're just not here yet is all." She said softly, offering the lot a wary smile. I haven't been in a room this crowded since college, she thought to herself, unsure whether the thought amused her or not. It was probably just making her more nervous.
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Jan 22, 2017 0:40:54 GMT -5
I thought that it was late but maybe it isn't and I'm not fully awake yet TvT either that or this math proj is frying my brain atm rip why are we planning an evacuation system for one of our school buildings why
Omg. You have no idea how crazy it is I swear it's so hectic and weird x~x Lol yup Korean words are super hard and just wieojrwoiejrw why must they use such fancy words I don't mind whichever way just as long as we don't spam here and be like "HEY LISTEN WE GOT KOREAN NEWS FOR YA" cx
Edit ;; Skylar nooo I feel sad now she's bae everyone's so bae ;v; ]
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2017 1:00:08 GMT -5
There was underwhelming, and then there were these people. For a moment, Tove considered whether he'd been given the wrong people, but he shook it off and exhaled softly through his nose, holding his coffee mug casually in his hands and leaning back onto one of his legs, completely at ease in a home that was his and had been his for a decade. These people had to earn their rights to make it their own, and if he saw things moved around - well, he would not be pleased.
They think they're wolves, he mused to himself, but they are just sheep.
It was a comforting thought to have, really. The muscle went straight for the matter of rooms. I don't care was what he didn't say, but he twitched an eyebrow upwards and completely ignored her. Missing people? There were none. Could they come in? They were in. His tongue clicked lightly and he shifted his weight again, and once again, he ignored everything that everyone had said. It filed away into his brain as everything did, but he did not care enough about it to dignify anyone with a response.
"This is not your home," he said, despite its homely appearance. This was his home and not theirs. "It is where you live until you are fired or discharged. I don't give a damn what rooms you have, as long as you don't enter mine," his voice was bland, dry. No emotion, just firm in a way that often commanded attention. "You signed up for this. You have no rights to complain. If you want to go home, do it now and give me time to find someone to replace your a**."
Pleasantries? Nah. Tove took a sip of his coffee and glanced at each in turn. The tech, the gunman, the mechanic. The linguist didn't seem to be here yet but he didn't have time to wait, really, because he wasn't going to hold up getting people settled. The linguist could miss the introductions, for all he cared.
"As you likely know, my name is Tove Jasper and I will be your leader, which ultimately means I'm your boss, which means I can and will fire you if you don't do your job. You can refer to me as Jasper, or my codename, Hades. I am not going to waste any of our time with going over each and every one of you; you can introduce yourselves to each-other in your own time, which you have plenty of until the next mission. You are required to put hours into the firing range, and you are in a professional environment, please keep this in mind."
His introduction to his original team had not been this sharp nor this blunt, but he didn't care. All he wanted was for this to be over with, for them to settle down and for him to be able to throw himself back into his work.
Back in '06, he'd been bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and stupidly young, now that he thought about it. He hadn't had full authority then, which was the main difference between the introduction then and the introduction now. Now, he was boss. He remembered how his old team had started calling him 'boss' or 'bossman', and the name had just...stuck. These people? They wouldn't have that atmosphere, really. He wanted them to be able to work and to be functional, not to be warm and cosy to him.
Yo, boss, said Michael's voice in his ear, that's kinda cold. Let us in and let us help you.
He had. It had been the wrong decision. He was paying for it with a team that he didn't see as standing up to the challenge. Sheep holding the illusion that they were wolves. Right. Tove's gaze flicked lazily away, and he lifted a single shoulder in a rather elegant shrug. He had always managed to maintain that sort of air about him.
"If you have questions, you are free to ask. There is no town nearby as this is a secure location, yes, you are required to stay here permanently," those were questions he remembered being asked. He didn't care if those hadn't been questions on anyone's minds.
Inwardly, the man was fully aware that he had to stop comparing his teams. Tove knew it wasn't healthy but frankly, he couldn't find it in himself to care very much. If he had ever claimed that he was a healthy person, he'd personally shoot himself in the foot (the joke, of course, being that he would've remembered claiming that). It was just that he was slightly more sick than he had been, and yet it wasn't a visible sickness and he was quite content to suffer in silence. He had not received medals for crying over his team-mates, he had not been promoted from just a leader in theory to an actual boss by mourning. This was his job, he would take it seriously, and there was nothing that these people could do to stop that.
[ beh short post but im going to bed now so gnight ]
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Jan 22, 2017 3:00:05 GMT -5
Well, don’t mind if I do. Now if you’ll excuse me I have a large, helpless golden retriever to go back and greet and meet the friend I’ve left her with - was what he was temped to say, though, of course, Jay remained silent as the regal and strong individual spoke after raising an eyebrow in the woman’s direction. He glanced over at the individuals who were here with him and almost found himself running his hand through his black hair once again. The woman who had asked for her room, the man who seemed to be smirking in the direction of that same woman, and another woman who appeared to be much shyer than the other two. Three, including him - he didn’t have the meek demeanour she seemed to have with her wary smile. For all they knew, the expression that had settled onto his face was effortless, as well as the composure that encircled him.
Now his thoughts, however… his thoughts were a different story. He refused to dive into describing them just yet, because he did not know anything about them apart from the fact that the woman looked strong, the man looked capable, and the last woman looked wary. And Tove Jasper…. his narrowed eyes traveled back to rest on the leader. His earlier thoughts disturbed him a little, or rather, made him feel a bit unsettled. If he were in this man’s position and he had lost a team of people he had cared for - he could assume that much because of how homely things looked around here and the hints of their presence behind (since Tove didn’t seem like the kind of guy who would keep a lot of that around unless it meant something to him) - and had considered as family, he would have quit. He wouldn’t have been able to continue - not with all the guilt and the nightmares that would probably plague his thoughts of losing more people he would come to care for. He imagined his friend with him here - how he would have reacted if she were gone and he couldn’t hear anymore of her stupid puns and sunny smiles. How he wold have reacted if he wouldn’t be able to see Jared’s stupidly protective nature any time he stayed up so late that he almost passed out the next day and hear his lovely laughs (Mari loved him to death). He wouldn’t be able to stand it. Trust didn’t come around easily these days, and to lose the few who had shared it with him was something that he couldn’t think of coping with. The slightly shorter individual in front of them was like a blank canvas, though. He couldn’t read past the exterior that he’d set up, apart from the fact that his eyes could have hinted something more than what his appearance seemed to say. He wouldn’t dig deep into this man’s past, though. Everyone had something that they didn’t want to share, and with this man’s occupation, it seemed that there would be more than just one thing he didn’t want to share.
Shaking his head internally, Jay only listened to the rest of Tove’s words with a hand resting on his waist. Jasper. Tove Jasper. He repeated the name silently in his head, only to find that it had a pleasant ring to it. He wondered what the names of the other individuals were - if he was going to work with them this closely and live with them, at least he could know their names even if they kept a good amount of distance from each other.
He wondered briefly if he purposely did bad he would be able to return home, not because he truly wanted to back away from the job he had accepted, but simply because… well, because he could. Then again, he didn’t really want to test the idea out. Not with this man. Hades seemed to be a good codename for him - he’d encountered people with blunt and cold introductions, but it had been a while since he had. Most at least pretended to be nice before they let their personalities show, but their leader was… well, he was just straight to the point. Like he wanted to get back to something as soon as possible. Jay didn’t dislike that side of an individual - actually he preferred it over those who were eager to manipulate him into thinking that they were nice.
Do we have to — never mind, he already answered it, he thought to himself, trying not to appear surprised or caught off guard. The smallest hint of a frown on his face (his eyebrows knitted, his lips pressed together, and his brown eyes narrowed a little) was mixted with something that bordered on skepticism and apprehension. He briefly remembered that the hooded figure had said something about dying painfully, it it seemed like that would be the likely result if they all of remained where they were, just like this. I wonder if we're going to be okay.
He closed his eyes for a brief moment and allowed himself to picture Jared's lopsided grin and Na Young's smile. They both had looked worried, obviously, when he'd suddenly told them that he wouldn't be back for a long time, and also added on with the fact that he wouldn't be able to tell them why. But they'd accepted his position without question, even if they had looked so curious, and had bid him farewell (it had taken a long while though for them to actually let him go).
"At least give us a call once in a while, will you?" He remembered Jared saying as he nudged Jay in the side with a mischievous glint in his gaze. "Or is rabbit-eyes here too cool for that now?"
His face had broken out into an unimpressed scowl at the time, though his brown eyes had reflected nothing but warth and affection for his two other friends. Leaning to the side, he'd huffed lightly and rested a hand on his waist with his narrowed eyes focused on them. They looked like they had mixed feelings about his leave as much as he did. But he'd kept his face the familiar Jay-like frown and had not revealed any bit of what he was truly feeling deep down. "날 그 이름으로 그만 부르면 생각 해 볼게 (Maybe if you stop calling me that I'll think about it)."
"Promise?"
What were they, teenagers? But it still warmed him to think that they were concerned for him. He'd hesitated at this question before he let out a long sigh after seeing their wide-eyed, begging expressions and ducked his head before finally muttering, "yeah, yeah, promise."
Without bothering to brush the raven black locks that had fallen over his eyes, Jay glanced up so that his gaze, which were still slightly narrowed, though somehow there was something about him that didn't indicate disrespect, landed on those of Tove's. "I'm assuming that calls to outsiders aren't allowed anymore." It seemed most likely considering the description and secrecy of Veil, but maybe... Just maybe. He didn't like it when he had to ask questions, especially when he was surrounded by a bunch of people he was't familiar with (and even more so when Tove looked as if listening to any one of their questions was the last thing he wanted to do), but the faces of his two childish, hopeful friends propelled him to do so. He knew that deep down, they were aware that there was a high chance that he would not be able to keep in touch with them. Somehow, he also knew that Jared and Na Young both understood that there was a chance that their farewell could have been their final. They were kind people, but they were smart. They were quick to catch onto his reactions and just seemed to know what was going on with him.
[ that’s okay the post looks great c; g’night, paper!]
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2017 11:29:44 GMT -5
peace emoji hello
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Jan 22, 2017 11:31:38 GMT -5
hullo haha i probably should go now though since it's almost 2am here and i have school tomorrow dies;c;
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2017 11:35:33 GMT -5
omg please sleep pat pat i just woke up (again) and it's 4:30pm im dead inside
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Jan 22, 2017 11:42:14 GMT -5
i dun wannas sleep though aaa stupid time difference /cries oh man hey hopefully you got some/enough sleep and rest x~x
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2017 11:51:08 GMT -5
pats pats dont worry !! i wont be replying now until everyone/most people have replied so that's a thing at least <: or uh, i'll try to get a response in before i go to bed later tonight haha yeah yeah ! i just gotta hope i can sleep at night now yikes
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Jan 22, 2017 11:58:59 GMT -5
ja ja sounds great haha cx
get some rest at night >:U i'll see you all later!
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2017 12:02:58 GMT -5
i do my best n e v e r sleep well man !
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Post by intentional on Jan 22, 2017 16:00:05 GMT -5
[ wow this is short yIKES but i need to study for finals ]
Louis watched as the man in front started to speak. His deep amber eyes studied the man’s posture, how he stood, where his hands were, and his face when he spoke. The gunman noted that the guy had two different eye colors, but it didn’t look like he was born with the difference.
Probably an injury, Louis guessed.
Tove Jasper had his share of scars on his face, and despite the temperature, the man was wearing a black turtleneck, suggesting that the scars continued down his neck. Louis scratched at his own scar on his temple as he looked at their leader, and adjusted his backpack’s position. This team definitely felt awkward, compared to the other teams Louis had been in, and if he guessed the purpose of this team, he was pretty sure they were missing someone, presumably the smarter one out of them, the linguist. They always had a linguist, or a translator, as they called them in the army, and none of these people looked the part, except possibly the quiet looking male to Louis’s right.
Jasper was quite blunt and didn’t work with pleasantries, which Louis appreciated. He liked it when his captains were straight to the point; it made his job easier. But he hoped the guy had a sense of humor, because Louis was full of jokes and he would shoot himself if no one understood them. The other two members didn’t look like the type to appreciate jokes, and Jasper was his only hope. He’d just need to crack the man’s tough exterior a little bit, then Louis would roll with the jokes (hopefully — he already had a few once Jasper had introduced his code name, Hades. Hades, really?)
Louis then took the time to scan his surroundings, as he would do when entering any building. The house looked old, and he presumed that it either belonged to Veil or to Jasper. His eyes caught a couple of pictures of Jasper and other people he didn’t recognize, and Louis decided it was Jasper’s personal home. It was a nice house, comfortable-looking. The pictures were probably of Jasper’s old team — the team that he’d lost — and probably the reason why he was so cold with this batch. Louis would definitely try and prove him wrong, prove to him that he was indeed worthy of this position in Veil and that he’d have their backs, regardless if they were on a mission or not.
“You got it, bossman.” Louis grinned at the man up front.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2017 16:06:14 GMT -5
its okay !! gl studying for your finals omg
louis is a Good Son
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2017 23:03:37 GMT -5
I am so sorry that I haven't been able to respond. I had way more homework than I anticipated (it just keeps coming T-T) and I forced myself to take a break. I'll try to respond at some point tonight. ![:(](//storage.proboards.com/6575102/images/RCFqazfvhbMAeE5hIhD3.gif) )
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2017 23:07:18 GMT -5
ah its fine man
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2017 2:53:34 GMT -5
only here quickly bc bus but listen
i can tolerate opinions but don't use ooc information. that's. beta-gaming. tove isn't showing what he's been through and he is maintaining a professional appearance and you've taken his thoughts and acted as f your character knows everything which is something that kinda annoys me and i'm sorry if this is coming off as blunt but i'm very busy at the moment so i can't lighten my tone
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2017 8:11:11 GMT -5
I am very very sorry!! I didn't realize I had used OOC info. ![:(](//storage.proboards.com/6575102/images/RCFqazfvhbMAeE5hIhD3.gif) I am going to delete my post and rewrite it when I get the chance. Just forget anything that went down in that post. XD Again, so sorry!)
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Post by Salted Squid on Jan 23, 2017 10:26:14 GMT -5
Skylar's gaze flashed toward Tove as he spoke, flashing with surprise. His words were sharp. Blunt. Not at all what she had expected from the man who had supposedly hand picked her for this team. Yes, she had signed up for this; she had, after all, shown up at Hell's Kitchen Park. What had she expected?
A 'welcome to Veil,' maybe. An explanation of exactly what I'll be doing here and why he selected me rather than someone else. Yeah, that would have been nice. His total lack of emotion was unnerving. It felt cold and inhuman. Like a drill sergeant, breaking in new recruits so he could rebuild them the way he wanted them to be. Like a parent lecturing a naughty child. Her gaze dropped to the floor for a moment; then her hand flew up, catching the glasses that had begun to slide from the bridge of her nose. Mumbling obscenities under her breath, she repositioned them irritably, looking toward the fireplace instead and wishing she could see her son, just for a moment.
To tell him she loved him. To hear his voice, maybe, just one more time. She wouldn't say goodbye; she didn't want to cause him that pain.
She shook the thought away, telling herself firmly that she wouldn't have to do that, because she was going to see him again. He was safe; she was the one who had to fight her way back. Feeling more confident, she turned her gaze back toward Tove. She didn't speak, only nodded, showing her agreement.
This is pretty bad. Sorry x.x))
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2017 11:18:57 GMT -5
okay robin
AH it's okay star it's actually an easy mistake to do and ive done it a few times here and there so dont feel bad there's such a line between, say, logically: we know he lost his team & that's probably affected him vs he's obviously broken and i can definitely tell this - you get what i mean o: among other things HONESTLY thank you for taking it so well orz
i'll get a reply up shortly, im not in a particularly Wonderful mood due to personal reasons but im peace emoji-ing it out rn waha
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2017 11:47:20 GMT -5
His gaze flicked away from the group, only momentarily, to his coffee. This mug had been his for years, and yet he suddenly felt rather self-conscious about the 'World's #1 Dad' printed in bold lettering on the side, but he simply used his fingers to half-heartedly cover it as he took another sip, trying not to look like caffeine was something he needed to get through the day - but then, that thought was stupid. They'd only been here for something like five minutes, so they weren't going to pick up on little habits like that. Tove realised that he hadn't actually learned how to properly socialise outside of his previous group; he might've been pretty good at it before, but now it was just something that didn't come naturally. Oh well. It was a sink or swim thing - if they didn't like it, then they'd have to take it up with their boss but oh wait, I'm their boss.
The fact that his brain could come up with humour at a time like this was astounding, but he wasn't surprised, really. His sense of humour didn't just vanish because something bad had happened (well - extraordinarily bad, but he could ignore that minor detail on a good day and today wasn't bad, as such), and so it shouldn't have surprised him.
His gaze flicked to the man who spoke first - Jae-won Yoon, codename Rabbit - and he listened with his head tilted slightly to the side. Old habit, once again. He'd have to try to break out of those. Adjusting the house would be a good idea but nah, he could do that when he was a little more comfortable around these people.
"Hi, assuming, I'm dad," was barely murmured under his breath, a ghost of a whisper that could've only been noticed if someone was looking for it, but he wasn't sure if they were expecting any sort of humour from him. Tove immediately cleared his throat afterwards and raised an eyebrow. "For the first month, you're allowed one phone call a day, but it does have to be in a room with me; this isn't a rule that I've set up, it's one that my own superior has set up. After that, it's still a phone call a day but you are allowed to be in private. Of course, I don't have to tell you that leaking information will cause you to not only lose your job but to face a jail sentence, and if you manage to dodge the fail sentence you won't be able to return to the FBI nor will you be able to find another job like it - say, policework or CIA," he paused, shifting his weight to one leg because the other ached, and for no other reason. "The signal is terrible here for all but one provider, which my phone currently uses. If you want to make a phone call and you don't have any signal, you're allowed to ask for my phone to make the call."
He hated having to say that, but on the other hand - he didn't mind. Family was important to people, he knew that. Hell, he definitely knew it. One phone call a day seemed fair to him, considering he didn't call people for anything aside from work. He called [redacted] quite often when he needed something to talk about to ease his mind, and he called some of the higher-ups in the FBI on the off-chance that they had a case that he could steal from them, but he didn't actually call personal people anymore. It was one of those things that had drifted with time.
"Of course, assuming that trust is built up - hopefully it will - and that you prove yourself to be able to stay on-track in missions, if were not on a mission, phone calls could increase to multiple a day. If we are on missions, however, you are banned from calling people, which is fairly standard procedure; it's often best to either leave your phone here. We work with headsets and I'm often in touch with my superior should we need back-up or medical assistance."
Right, that was that question answered. His gaze flicked to the next man, a taller man (these people needed to stop growing) - Louis Emmeric Henley - and he blinked in a rather owlish manner. For a moment, the line of his shoulders stiffened, but after a few moments they relaxed again and he gave a quiet snrk which could've been something like a laugh, even if the corner of his mouth only twitched slightly.
Well, look at that, boss, said Jamie's voice in the back of his head, this one's like, psychic or some sh*t. Bossman makes his majestic return, he will never die!
To be fair, he supposed he could readjust to that nickname. It didn't matter. They were just words and memories and links, none of which were linked to this group of people. He wasn't going to be communicating in Spanish because most of his team spoke it, he wasn't going to have someone to absently chatter in Arabic. It didn't matter because he didn't want to at the moment, but the opportunity would not be there. After all; his previous team had jumped through hoops because he'd been kind and he'd been warm and they'd loved him and frankly, he could see that this would not be the case here. He had to adjust to the fact that ten years had changed him, and that he'd grown far too used to the company of certain people. Anna wasn't here to laugh in his face whenever he made a mistake, Michael wasn't here to nod his appreciation or look horrified as Tove went for his tenth coffee that day, Jamie wasn't here to benchpress the hell out of him and Emmett and Charlotte weren't here to silently judge him or lay with him on the floor when the day hadn't been so good. He had to learn that these were different people and that the past was in the past.
They're dead, he said, testing the thought, and he felt his chest pull tighter. He had to remain strong for this team, though, and so he exhaled through his nose and tilted his chin up a little. Tove's gaze flicked over the quieter woman - Skylar Brennan - and he twitched an eyebrow upwards slightly, but otherwise did not say anything. He had not singled Emmett out when he'd been mousy and nervous at first, so he wouldn't single out anyone from his team. He cleared his throat because he needed to, and absently drummed his fingers over the side of his mug.
"Listen," he said, in a voice that could've been positively warm compared to how he'd been speaking, though it was still a neutral tone, just a little less sharp, "I'm not going to promise that you're not going to die. Sometimes it happens."
Mistakes were sometimes made. He'd told his original team that he'd make sure nothing bad would happen to them and that had turned out to be one awful lie, especially when they'd been dying and freezing. It hurt like hell. It would probably hurt like hell for a long time to come, but he had to at least be glad that he wasn't outright sobbing. In fact, he felt...almost at peace with it, even if it still killed him to think about it. That, or he'd used up his tears last year and earlier on this year. Ah. Well. These people had a right to a leader who could pull himself together and he was, he believed, quite pulled together.
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Jan 23, 2017 11:49:39 GMT -5
[ hey guys, hope that everyone's doing okay just stopping into say bai not forever it's almost 2am here so i should probably go heh
i feel dead inside
&& man that svcks i'm sorry to hear that D: i hope that you feel better soon :c if you need us we'll be here for u ;~;
Edit ;; I just saw that post Tove didyoujustmakethatjoke he's amazing haha i'll get in a reply after i wake up asap! ]
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2017 12:22:05 GMT -5
oh man sleep well dude
i'll be ok ! it happens sometimes
no ignoring opportunities we make dad jokes like men
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Jan 23, 2017 13:17:28 GMT -5
jk i thought i'd only start on a reply but ended up writing the whole thing
okay... just take care :c
ja we must take all the opportunities cx
all right i'm rlly off now see you lovely ppl later! ]
Perhaps the lights were to blame, but Jay’s expression lit up almost instantly the moment the word ‘allowed’ left Tove’s lips. The small scowl on his face disappeared for the briefest moment, only to flicker with what looked like a borderline of relief, before it settled onto his face once again, covering up the possible young expression that had just been there, if only for a few seconds. And then his eyebrows furrowed together even more when something clicked in his mind. Had…. Tove just made a joke? Had Tove Jasper just made a dad joke? He hadn’t heard it clearly enough, though he managed to pick up a few words that made it seem like what he’d just murmured underneath his breath was… well, humour. He’d even cleared his throat right afterwards, too. Maybe he’d been listening too hard for Tove’s answer regarding the situation with calls. He’d probably imagined it - yes, he’d probably imagined it. It seemed unlikely that… well, Tove would be the one to crack a joke out of all of them here.
Again, images of his two friends looking childishly expectant at him popped into his head. He could contact them. That was enough for him, and he felt some of the tension in his shoulder leave him, making him feel much more relaxed than he had been moments before. The consequences seemed reasonable to him - who would go on babbling this stuff to someone anyway? He’d never been the kind to talk easily, especially when it came to others’ secrets or just the general situations around himself, so he’d pretty much been that one kid in high school (ah, yes, making him think of that time made him feel old) who knew most secrets of the students who attended it with him, though he’d never spilt a single word of it before. If they were telling you something… that mean that they had some trust in you, and to go and tell that to someone else was breaking exactly that. At least, that’s what he thought. Veil was a different matter, of course, a much more weighty subject, but his thoughts remained similar to some degree. He was determined not to drag anyone he knew into what he was getting himself into as well. A few calls wouldn’t hurt though, would they? If Veil was allowing it, he was assuming that it was all right. Thank goodness.
It didn’t matter that Tove would be there if he got the chance to call (assuming that he somehow wouldn’t get himself killed on the first day) - he honestly didn’t mind. It was understandable as to why he would be there. Hopefully Jared’s terrible puns wouldn’t bore him if he could somehow hear them from the phone. He blinked his eyes once at Tove’s other statement about the usage of his phone. Oh. Perhaps Veil wasn’t so bad, after all. Maybe Tove was actually - he struggled to find the right word in his head - nicer than he looked? No, no, there he went again, putting a small bit of his trust in someone for the simplest reason. Scowling he just shook his head to the side to clear his thoughts before listening to the rest of his words.
When he heard the light-hearted nickname being thrown by the much taller man, Jay’s eyes glanced back over in his direction, then back to Tove. Bossman? Huh, actually that didn’t sound so bad in his head. He was used to throwing around nicknames like that with — actually, back in Korea, it was required to call your absolute superior that. 사장님(sa-jang-nim), they said. For a moment, he wondered if he would try and call Tove that, but decided against it.
He felt his eyebrow rising. Was it just his imagination playing tricks on his mind again, or did it feel like the seemingly-stoic man’s voice had…. sounded warmer? Kinder than it had previously? It was definitely less sharp than it had been, and he swore saw the man’s lips twitch. He hadn’t been imagining that one, had he?
“I’m not going to promise that you’re not going to die. Sometimes it happens.”
Jay let the words sink into his head. Okay, so maybe he’d take back the words on ‘maybe Veil isn’t so bad after all,’ though he had heard enough from the hooded figure to get a gist of how much percentage death had around here. He was assuming that the others were still standing here even when knowing that risk. It was to be expected though - this wasn’t just any job, after all (frankly, he wasn’t quite sure how he, out of all people, had gotten it). He suddenly felt glad that he had the other specialists with him, in a sense. He would take this job - his role - seriously here. Death wasn't a light matter, and though he had never seen it with his own eyes, he wasn't willing to let any of these people go. Not Tove, not Louis, not Skylar, not Cam, not anyone. If his simple speciality could get them somewhere, somehow, he would do it. Was he being naive? Possibly, yes, he understood that. But he was determined to do the best he could to keep Veil alive.
And well, besides that, being the person he was, the soft sound that had left Tove’s lips which could have passed as a laugh, the slightly warmer tone of his voice, and Louis’s seemingly easygoing words, also made him less wary and on edge than he had been moments ago.
Leaning back a little, he huffed quietly and crossed his arms over his chest. “Well, that’s why we’re here together, right?” His lips tugged to form the smallest hint of a smirk, his eyebrows still pulled together to form a wry and good-natured smirk that wasn’t even close to residing with the word condescending. It was a 'Jay-style smirk' as some people had once called it. “We’ll get through this, Boss. All of us.”
Again, he still somehow thought of the Korean word sa-jang-nim. It suited Tove, honestly, and that was why he’d also go along with referring him as Boss. Calling him with his surname just didn’t sound the same.
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