@LadyRunic Great and I agree! Your post just made my day. Do you want me to go ahead and reserve it for you? Do you have a face claim in mind?
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@LadyRunic Awesome! What, maybe, spot are you interested in?
The End of Pax Romana
The Prologue
Upon the year 249 A.D., blood boils profusely against the dust-ridden battlefield near Verona. Blades are seen rising towards the sun in tune with the cries of victory. Decius has broken his line of general to enter the rule of emperor, as his dearest friend whom once entrusted him whole heartedly, Philip the Arab, lies deep and dead against the soil, mangled and mutilated. Alongside the fallen man welcomes sons and fathers of the surviving soldier’s. No foreign blood was shed.
Roman ripping Roman ruggedly in the ties of a power struggle is only the beginning of the reign of Gaius Messius Quintus Decius…
Roman ripping Roman ruggedly in the ties of a power struggle is only the beginning of the reign of Gaius Messius Quintus Decius…
The streets of Rome are stomped by the harsh steps of soldiers. It is a homecoming, a parading of men for the praise of their new emperor- a true traditionalist, a true Roman. Amongst these who joined them rides a centurion. Once celebrations find their end, the officer finds his home, finds himself nearing in fear to his wife as he clings to a rotting cloth. Before his woman ushers a kiss to her long awaited warrior, the cloth is shaken from the corpse it once covered- a son murdered by his father…
The Characters
Players can choose from the following selection of main characters below. These characters will face the reign of Emperor Decius, a usurper that rose to power through military respect. The main characters are comprised of their own life crisis in relation to the era. During this time, a vicious new tribe of barbarians known as the Goths, have crossed the Danube River and have made their way into the empire itself. Some characters will serve as soldiers and will march off into battle during the span of the roleplay, however their wives and children will remain within the protection of the city. Drama may surely be enticed while the men are off to war and away from the supervision of their home. This roleplay will have its turns of romance, military action, and family struggle. A strong driving force of the game will be pressed on the events during the reign of Emperor Decius, such as Decian persecution of a new radical religion, Christianity.
Original characters are permitted, however to insure that the main characters are selected, there can be no more than five original characters until the main ones have all been taken. If you wish to control more than one character, as of now, you may take two main characters and one original, or three main characters and no originals. The rules of this may change depending on spot reservation. I’ll put up the specific character sheet perhaps tomorrow or when things start turning. But reservations can begin. If you have any suggestions considering the plot or characters feel free to private message me.
Original characters are permitted, however to insure that the main characters are selected, there can be no more than five original characters until the main ones have all been taken. If you wish to control more than one character, as of now, you may take two main characters and one original, or three main characters and no originals. The rules of this may change depending on spot reservation. I’ll put up the specific character sheet perhaps tomorrow or when things start turning. But reservations can begin. If you have any suggestions considering the plot or characters feel free to private message me.
The Achilleus Family
|| Aurelius Achilleus|| Father || 42 || Face Claim: Michael Fassbender || Taken by beyond visions||
Though Aurelius has been hardened by a military life since the age of 16, he was broken by the death of his eldest son, Ajax, during the battle between Philip the Arab and Decius. Ajax had died by the hands of his own father, with the eyes of a scared boy following the blade that penetrated through his chest. Aurelius performed his duty as a loyal soldier, yet he is still haunted with regret. The centurion fears his son's corpse will shred a strong tear against his family, especially with his wife.
|| Name || Aurelius’s Wife || Age: || Face Claim: || Open ||
Aurelius’s wife is a faithful one, loving him unconditionally like a true Roman women even through their arranged married. Yet there is still room for her rage, a woman known popularly for it. She is one to express her feeling with full liveliness and is recognized as one who can fight for herself if the time calls for it. However, Aurelius’s wife fears he has become desensitized to the site of blood, especially with the fact that he presses their youngest son now into the legion.
Aurelius’s wife is a faithful one, loving him unconditionally like a true Roman women even through their arranged married. Yet there is still room for her rage, a woman known popularly for it. She is one to express her feeling with full liveliness and is recognized as one who can fight for herself if the time calls for it. However, Aurelius’s wife fears he has become desensitized to the site of blood, especially with the fact that he presses their youngest son now into the legion.
|| Name || Aurelius’s Son|| Age: 16 || Face Claim: || Open ||
Aurelius’s son has just turned 16, the absolute youngest age to enlist in the legion. He has always been expected to be as great as his father and often does Aurelius take him to the colosseum in order that he may be exposed to life and death. He desires to make his father proud, yet he finds no calling within himself to be a soldier.
|| Name || Aurelius’s Daughter|| Age: || Face Claim: || Open ||
She is Aurelius’s only daughter and is on her way into an arranged marriage. Yet in secret, she has already found herself a lover, their Christian slave boy. Her father is completely oblivious to the fact that she has converted to this newfound religion, but her mother has taken a hint of her daughter’s fond liking in the slave. Aurelius is a strong and stubborn traditionalist, thus making anything foreign dangerous. Once he discovers both his daughter’s new lover and religion, he will do everything to break it from her.
She is Aurelius’s only daughter and is on her way into an arranged marriage. Yet in secret, she has already found herself a lover, their Christian slave boy. Her father is completely oblivious to the fact that she has converted to this newfound religion, but her mother has taken a hint of her daughter’s fond liking in the slave. Aurelius is a strong and stubborn traditionalist, thus making anything foreign dangerous. Once he discovers both his daughter’s new lover and religion, he will do everything to break it from her.
|| Name || Family Slave || Age: || Face Claim: || Open ||
Aurelius has always been kind to the family slave with one rule in mind, no gods foreign to the Roman ones shall be uttered within his home. The slave has been kept quiet for long, yet Decian persecution of the Christians is soon to come, forcing the believers to cast sacrifices to pagan gods. The slave has had thoughts of escaping, but only in hopes that him and Aurelius’s daughter can live alone and free together.
Aurelius has always been kind to the family slave with one rule in mind, no gods foreign to the Roman ones shall be uttered within his home. The slave has been kept quiet for long, yet Decian persecution of the Christians is soon to come, forcing the believers to cast sacrifices to pagan gods. The slave has had thoughts of escaping, but only in hopes that him and Aurelius’s daughter can live alone and free together.
The Kaius Family
|| Nicodemus Kaius || Aurelius’s Best Friend || Age: || Face Claim: || Open ||
On the battlefield, Nicodemus is Aurelius’s second-in-command, the Optio Centuriae, and outside it Nicodemus is Aurelius’s best friend. Nicodemus only wants the best for his friend especially within the grief Aurelius now faces. Yet Nicodemus must now keep his head up for the drama stirring within his own household.
On the battlefield, Nicodemus is Aurelius’s second-in-command, the Optio Centuriae, and outside it Nicodemus is Aurelius’s best friend. Nicodemus only wants the best for his friend especially within the grief Aurelius now faces. Yet Nicodemus must now keep his head up for the drama stirring within his own household.
|| Name || Nicodemus’s Wife || Age: || Face Claim: || Open ||
Nicodemus’s wife takes stronger interest in Aurelius rather than her own husband. She admires Aurelius’s loyalty to the old Roman ways and envies to be with a man of his considerable rank. It is only a matter of time till whether or not Aurelius is successfully tempted to an affair.
Nicodemus’s wife takes stronger interest in Aurelius rather than her own husband. She admires Aurelius’s loyalty to the old Roman ways and envies to be with a man of his considerable rank. It is only a matter of time till whether or not Aurelius is successfully tempted to an affair.
|| Name || Nicodemus’s Son || Age: || Face Claim: || Open ||
Nicodemus’s son is awaiting to marry Aurelius’s daughter, though there is no compatibility between the two. Matter of fact, Aurelius’s daughter quite despises her future husband, he proves blood thirsty, yet to her father, Nicodemus’s son is battle-experienced and his aggressiveness is mistaken for protectiveness. None the less, he wants a wife and he wants her, forceful about it too.
Nicodemus’s son is awaiting to marry Aurelius’s daughter, though there is no compatibility between the two. Matter of fact, Aurelius’s daughter quite despises her future husband, he proves blood thirsty, yet to her father, Nicodemus’s son is battle-experienced and his aggressiveness is mistaken for protectiveness. None the less, he wants a wife and he wants her, forceful about it too.
The Rules
1.) As GM, of course I get final say and authority on matters when the time calls for it.
2.) Remember to take hold of common roleplay etiquette such as no godmodding, controlling other characters without permission, no Mary Sues, so on and so forth.
3.) As of roleplay length, I prefer for things to be kept at a five hundred word minimum with proper grammar though I understand we aren't perfect and cannot always reach that mark.
4.) Keep all content within the roleplay and within the OCC PG-13
5.) All face claims must be real people and not anime or cartoon characters
6.) Final rule and probably one of the most important, please stay active, each character means a lot to the roleplay. I understand there are bumps and humps in life that delay us from hobbies like roleplaying, but if you do have to leave please give me a private message and we will see how we can work things out.
2.) Remember to take hold of common roleplay etiquette such as no godmodding, controlling other characters without permission, no Mary Sues, so on and so forth.
3.) As of roleplay length, I prefer for things to be kept at a five hundred word minimum with proper grammar though I understand we aren't perfect and cannot always reach that mark.
4.) Keep all content within the roleplay and within the OCC PG-13
5.) All face claims must be real people and not anime or cartoon characters
6.) Final rule and probably one of the most important, please stay active, each character means a lot to the roleplay. I understand there are bumps and humps in life that delay us from hobbies like roleplaying, but if you do have to leave please give me a private message and we will see how we can work things out.
Should I go ahead and post or wait on @Pirouette?
2nd Lieutenant Yvette Slade
"Sir, yes sir, Lieutenant," Slade responded with a smile peaking from her lips before concealing the rest of her face into the EHCS helmet. Exiting the building, she turned to Craster lightly nudging her shoulder, "You ready to rock and roll, Corporal?" Slade chuckled as she turned the knob on her CD player, increasing the volume while the two were making their way out. Slade was being playful, excitable, maybe too much so. But finally, the second lieutenant was given a mission, and alongside her was Medic Craster. Was it perhaps a bad thing that she could not stop wondering what drama was happening back over at the storage room. Not that Slade was intentionally trying to be nosy, because if so, she would have brought it up to Craster. However, instead Slade was concerned, Delouse was stuttering more than often when she arrived abruptly. She's recognized a speech impediment in the lieutenant before in public, but in private, it seemed so much more of an obstacle for him. Yet, the stammering and stuttering may just be the side-effects of a greater issue. Or maybe nothing was wrong, nothing at all. Maybe, it was just some private time the first lieutenant and the medic could get off alone.
As for the medic, Slade's heard enough about situation. Honestly, there was a part of her that felt bad for Craster. Whether she did murder her CO or didn't, Craster is going to have to live on with that reputation besides the fact. But it’s why the power of accusation is so damaging, proof or not, it always leaves a lasting mark. Slade sadly just wishes she's been stationed in NO-36 longer, though it may be considered monotonous due to the lack of any action, it would comfort Slade to know her team a bit more. Not that Craster and Slade were strangers amongst each other, in fact because the medic took her job seriously with no complaints, Slade appreciated Craster and perhaps she felt the same way.
"Staff Sergeant Jacobson," Slade communicated through her radio to the survivor. "This is Second Lieutenant Slade reporting with Corporal Craster, our medic. We are headed your direction. Are there any signs of hostilities? What is your condition? Over." The Lieutenant and Craster crossed through the mountain pass, moving closer and closer towards Jacobson. Of course, she wouldn't be Slade without making conversation on the way, not as annoyance though. "Who would imagine on a day like any other, the Tellosians declare war and target NO-36 out of all places." Talking to Craster, she quietly laugh, but this time it was moreover an obvious type of nervous laughter, because the nearer they approached the more it seemed so real, so familiar. She remembered a day that seemed so normal, just like today seemed like so. On that day she could not forgive, with her old unit, she became second lieutenant all because of an ambush, all because she couldn't just watch. Who could? So she turned their own trigger on them. Rogue forces, she never put a name to who they killed for. She doesn't need one though, the memory is enough to bear.
The next thing Slade imagines, the next thing she feels is her fingers jammed against her Omega Allegiance Repeater, she fired the shotgun with each bullet riding through the armor of the Tellosian scouts until she could she see the snow painted with their corpse. Slade made it, at a distance, not a far one, she could see Jacobson. Teamwork played a part in the small attack, Craster, Jacobson, Slade, they all fought together because what choice did they have with the enemy patrol in offense reaction? Once safe for the moment, the second lieutenant sprinted towards the staff sergeant, but as doing so, a wounded scout, not yet dead, grappled Slade from her blind spot. She had a knife to the neck, her head faced Jacobson, being used as some kind of hostage. But the position was not a foreign one, Slade was known for her skill in hand-to-hand combat, its the reason why she chose a suit built for flexibility. Jabbing her elbow into the scout's gut, she weakened him into break herself loose and parry the action, sweeping him to the ground.
Tackled, Slade finished him off with gashes through the torso with her Phantomstrike Slicer, "Staff Sergeant-- rah... Jacobson I've been---.. grh!" She continued stabbing the scout, you could have seen it two ways, either that she was making sure he was dead or that it was overkill. To Slade, she was facing recompressed thoughts of the first time she faced death. It surely wasn't healthy for her, but discussing what happened then was something she has not mentioned though it was known, she was called a hero for it. Now she only seems... damaged. To come to look at the grim site, there were other seeds of trauma buried inside. The same friendly Slade back on NO-36 had exchanged into one of bloodlust. The perfect soldier she seemed, this was her downfall- it made her into a killing machine.
As for the medic, Slade's heard enough about situation. Honestly, there was a part of her that felt bad for Craster. Whether she did murder her CO or didn't, Craster is going to have to live on with that reputation besides the fact. But it’s why the power of accusation is so damaging, proof or not, it always leaves a lasting mark. Slade sadly just wishes she's been stationed in NO-36 longer, though it may be considered monotonous due to the lack of any action, it would comfort Slade to know her team a bit more. Not that Craster and Slade were strangers amongst each other, in fact because the medic took her job seriously with no complaints, Slade appreciated Craster and perhaps she felt the same way.
"Staff Sergeant Jacobson," Slade communicated through her radio to the survivor. "This is Second Lieutenant Slade reporting with Corporal Craster, our medic. We are headed your direction. Are there any signs of hostilities? What is your condition? Over." The Lieutenant and Craster crossed through the mountain pass, moving closer and closer towards Jacobson. Of course, she wouldn't be Slade without making conversation on the way, not as annoyance though. "Who would imagine on a day like any other, the Tellosians declare war and target NO-36 out of all places." Talking to Craster, she quietly laugh, but this time it was moreover an obvious type of nervous laughter, because the nearer they approached the more it seemed so real, so familiar. She remembered a day that seemed so normal, just like today seemed like so. On that day she could not forgive, with her old unit, she became second lieutenant all because of an ambush, all because she couldn't just watch. Who could? So she turned their own trigger on them. Rogue forces, she never put a name to who they killed for. She doesn't need one though, the memory is enough to bear.
The next thing Slade imagines, the next thing she feels is her fingers jammed against her Omega Allegiance Repeater, she fired the shotgun with each bullet riding through the armor of the Tellosian scouts until she could she see the snow painted with their corpse. Slade made it, at a distance, not a far one, she could see Jacobson. Teamwork played a part in the small attack, Craster, Jacobson, Slade, they all fought together because what choice did they have with the enemy patrol in offense reaction? Once safe for the moment, the second lieutenant sprinted towards the staff sergeant, but as doing so, a wounded scout, not yet dead, grappled Slade from her blind spot. She had a knife to the neck, her head faced Jacobson, being used as some kind of hostage. But the position was not a foreign one, Slade was known for her skill in hand-to-hand combat, its the reason why she chose a suit built for flexibility. Jabbing her elbow into the scout's gut, she weakened him into break herself loose and parry the action, sweeping him to the ground.
Tackled, Slade finished him off with gashes through the torso with her Phantomstrike Slicer, "Staff Sergeant-- rah... Jacobson I've been---.. grh!" She continued stabbing the scout, you could have seen it two ways, either that she was making sure he was dead or that it was overkill. To Slade, she was facing recompressed thoughts of the first time she faced death. It surely wasn't healthy for her, but discussing what happened then was something she has not mentioned though it was known, she was called a hero for it. Now she only seems... damaged. To come to look at the grim site, there were other seeds of trauma buried inside. The same friendly Slade back on NO-36 had exchanged into one of bloodlust. The perfect soldier she seemed, this was her downfall- it made her into a killing machine.
@Pirouette
@agentmanatee
@Eisenhorn
Just finished my post, hoped I didn't go too out of the box with it by having Slade suggest she met up and aid Jacobson on his way to NO-36. I just felt like that was something she would at least say, and if given permission, it would give them time for some interaction. I can change it if preferred.
2nd Lieutenant Yvette Slade
Slade sat aside with the meal prepared and cooked by none other than the Private. The rock and roll that continued from the CD player drained out any silence between the two. However, something broke even the sound of the instrumentals, "NO-36, this is Overlord. You have a large Tellosian force heading your way. We have a reinforcement force from the capital heading your way. Prepare yourself." Today's forecast is sprinkled with a Tellosian invasion. So, its concluded, they have declared war on Interum, and now NO-36 is going to war. The second lieutenant cocked her head back over to Webley, barking the orders, "You heard it yourself, Private, prepare yourself."
First thing on her agenda, Slade followed her own command given as she strapped into her EHCS, a light-weight piece of armor sacrificing strength and defense for flexibility and speed. If hellfire was coming for her, she was coming for it. After so equipped, she stormed through the halls with her helmet wrapped tightly beneath her fingers. Lieutenant Delouse, where was he? Searching for her superior, Slade then received this message, "NO-36, this is Private First Class Rose. There is an unidentified object falling through the sky several miles from the NO-36 post. Over." Listening to the news pressed stress on Slade, being that had the possibility of being both a good thing or a bad thing, but it all depended on what type of object it was, and who did it belong to.
"Private First Class Rose, Second Lieutenant Slade reporting. Overlord just announced Tellosian forces are headed to NO-36, reinforcements are led our way. Do you see any signs of hostiles or auxiliaries? Over." While have given her response, Slade was opening each and every door searching for the Lieutenant and waking others if sleep. Finally upon entering the storage room, she found him, but not just Delouse, Medic Craster. It was unknown to Slade as to why the two were alone and hidden away together, but she knew it was none of her business anyways to question, though she was interested. Slade was also embarrassed for the interruption, but not for long being that doom was lingering over the horizon. "Lieutenant Delouse," she addressed him professionally, "According to Overlord, Telloian forces are coming here to NO-36. I just received report from Private First Class Rose- she stated spotting an unidentified object falling through the sky several miles away. I reacted in response to inform the others."
Hence hours later, they then received this call, "NO-36, come in. This is Staff Sergeant Jacobson, Senior NCO of the relief taskforce. Dropship is shot down, continuing on foot. Will be in visual range momentarily. Respond, over." Being that she was with the Lieutenant at this point and that he had heard the same horrifying words she did, Slade humbly allowed him to answer the report, he was the Lieutenant after all. Once he did, she spoke to him, "Lieutenant Delouse, the Staff Sergeant didn't mention any other survivors with him..." It was obvious of that, but Slade could not cope with the thought that she may lose Jacobson, also be it that he was continuing his trip alone and on foot. "What are the possibilities that he may not be a survivor for much longer alone? With your permission I can insure him a safe way back here. Two is better than one." Maybe her choice to aid a lone troop to a targeted outpost was insane, but Jacobson was vital, not only may he have useful intel, but being added to the team, they have more of the chance of surviving themselves. That was her logic to it. Emotionally, knowing that there is another fellow soldier out there possibility hurt or struggling after the crash, she had to take action, so she was sending herself right to Jacobson.
First thing on her agenda, Slade followed her own command given as she strapped into her EHCS, a light-weight piece of armor sacrificing strength and defense for flexibility and speed. If hellfire was coming for her, she was coming for it. After so equipped, she stormed through the halls with her helmet wrapped tightly beneath her fingers. Lieutenant Delouse, where was he? Searching for her superior, Slade then received this message, "NO-36, this is Private First Class Rose. There is an unidentified object falling through the sky several miles from the NO-36 post. Over." Listening to the news pressed stress on Slade, being that had the possibility of being both a good thing or a bad thing, but it all depended on what type of object it was, and who did it belong to.
"Private First Class Rose, Second Lieutenant Slade reporting. Overlord just announced Tellosian forces are headed to NO-36, reinforcements are led our way. Do you see any signs of hostiles or auxiliaries? Over." While have given her response, Slade was opening each and every door searching for the Lieutenant and waking others if sleep. Finally upon entering the storage room, she found him, but not just Delouse, Medic Craster. It was unknown to Slade as to why the two were alone and hidden away together, but she knew it was none of her business anyways to question, though she was interested. Slade was also embarrassed for the interruption, but not for long being that doom was lingering over the horizon. "Lieutenant Delouse," she addressed him professionally, "According to Overlord, Telloian forces are coming here to NO-36. I just received report from Private First Class Rose- she stated spotting an unidentified object falling through the sky several miles away. I reacted in response to inform the others."
Hence hours later, they then received this call, "NO-36, come in. This is Staff Sergeant Jacobson, Senior NCO of the relief taskforce. Dropship is shot down, continuing on foot. Will be in visual range momentarily. Respond, over." Being that she was with the Lieutenant at this point and that he had heard the same horrifying words she did, Slade humbly allowed him to answer the report, he was the Lieutenant after all. Once he did, she spoke to him, "Lieutenant Delouse, the Staff Sergeant didn't mention any other survivors with him..." It was obvious of that, but Slade could not cope with the thought that she may lose Jacobson, also be it that he was continuing his trip alone and on foot. "What are the possibilities that he may not be a survivor for much longer alone? With your permission I can insure him a safe way back here. Two is better than one." Maybe her choice to aid a lone troop to a targeted outpost was insane, but Jacobson was vital, not only may he have useful intel, but being added to the team, they have more of the chance of surviving themselves. That was her logic to it. Emotionally, knowing that there is another fellow soldier out there possibility hurt or struggling after the crash, she had to take action, so she was sending herself right to Jacobson.
@agentmanatee
@Briza
@Eisenhorn
Done, finally finished with the post. Don't worry, I was working on it, even included Webley.
@Nevix
@Nevix
2nd Lieutenant Yvette Slade
The 2nd Lieutenant, suiting up in the standard required dress code, pressed on her designated uniform jacket as she smiled to her reflection in the bathroom mirror. Slade raised the zipper upwards feeling the jacket tighten on her skin, but also feeling pride in what the uniform stood for. It was what she was all about, a hardcore patriot. Rules, discipline, respect, Slade took it all very serious, and her unit knew it either through the deep quick remarks foretelling what it means to be soldier, or the harsh barks in frustration when immaturities occur among O'Connor. But it is always Slade that snaps the stupid out of people, or to pull some back together to composure. Yet her personality was never a cold one, she instead is very much concerned to know her soldiers' thoughts, sensing not everyone has been completely open. She is still trying to figure out her superior, Lieutenant Delouse, yet she rubs off intimidating. Before her transfer to NO-36, Slade had just been rewarded with not only the promotion to 2nd Lieutenant, but she was known as a hero. Slade rescued her team from a nasty fate, especially her squad leader who could have had his brains blasted before his troops. Yet, now she's here, its puzzling why, a undeniably dedicated soldier, but Slade's a big believer in everything happening for a reason.
Slade marched into the commons area. Even her pure walk had a swagger in it, confidence but not in any sort of self-absorbed manner. She was not going to lie, her life lately has been boring, if only there were some kind of shooting range. Now she will just have to settle with the CD player she managed to bring along with her. It was set on the couch where she walked towards it, popping in one of her favorite discs, Rock and Roll, Slade still loved it ever since her rebellious anarchist teen days. She made sure to keep it on a low volume however in order to not be disruptive with the sound playing through the speakers of the machine. Right beside her was Private Webley, casually playing pool by himself. He was not on any bad terms with Slade.
"Private Webley," she only used titles and often referred to people by their last names. "Finish your shift, eh?" Once given an acceptable answer, Slade nodded her head and took a seat on the couch. "Pool, would join, if I weren't so inclined to be so bad at the game. Would say I'm more of your darts type of girl, or even chess." It was small talk, small talk bored her though. But she supposed it was a way to start a conversation. "Hey, how do you feel about seeing some action?" She chuckled softly, "Yeah, that's if we'll see any action. Don't worry, you're 2nd Lieutenant is going to keep you safe." This was an example of Slade's friendliness and warm personality. This showed the signs that she wasn't all that too intimating or strict, but in fact very open- a good leader.
Slade marched into the commons area. Even her pure walk had a swagger in it, confidence but not in any sort of self-absorbed manner. She was not going to lie, her life lately has been boring, if only there were some kind of shooting range. Now she will just have to settle with the CD player she managed to bring along with her. It was set on the couch where she walked towards it, popping in one of her favorite discs, Rock and Roll, Slade still loved it ever since her rebellious anarchist teen days. She made sure to keep it on a low volume however in order to not be disruptive with the sound playing through the speakers of the machine. Right beside her was Private Webley, casually playing pool by himself. He was not on any bad terms with Slade.
"Private Webley," she only used titles and often referred to people by their last names. "Finish your shift, eh?" Once given an acceptable answer, Slade nodded her head and took a seat on the couch. "Pool, would join, if I weren't so inclined to be so bad at the game. Would say I'm more of your darts type of girl, or even chess." It was small talk, small talk bored her though. But she supposed it was a way to start a conversation. "Hey, how do you feel about seeing some action?" She chuckled softly, "Yeah, that's if we'll see any action. Don't worry, you're 2nd Lieutenant is going to keep you safe." This was an example of Slade's friendliness and warm personality. This showed the signs that she wasn't all that too intimating or strict, but in fact very open- a good leader.
@Nevix
Oh yeah, sorry for the misunderstanding.
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