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It's Fine But...
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I just think it's funny how
all the people I used to know
that'd say things like
"I wish I lived in
more interesting times"
are awfully fucking quiet now.

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@Alupi Seeing as how this concept is really interesting and you're flexible with the posts, I shall prepare a character.
I'm definitely intrigued by this.

Do you have a preferred post length and frequency?
@FallenTrinity You're serious until people start to realize that you're serious.

@Dynamo Frokane

Why are ya'll being so creepy about Alexi?
@Tip I'm gonna see what I can do for this.
Apologies if anyone finds my shorter post unsatisfactory, but I wasn't really feeling like I could handle a longer post today. Better something than nothing right?
Hawthorne Balthazar - Outcast Base

Oh boy. These people were no fun, not a bit. Hawthorne momentarily creased his eyebrows at Nathaniel’s comments. Where did this complete stranger get off lecturing him? That’s not to mention the bullshit about calling him captain, or sir. Fat chance, Jackal. A nickname warrants a nickname, so a dog you shall remain! Nathaniel would warm up to Hawthorne once he saw him in combat though, then there’d be no more pointless lectures educating Hawthorne on the finer points of being a “leader”. He began his rebuttal, his voice laced with contempt but not quite dripping with it. “If you hadn’t noticed, Nate, the guy that took off your legs, he’s the one that promoted me to Staff Sergeant. I’m here for a damn good reason.” Hawthorne sighed, and ran a hand through his hair. When he began speaking again, his voice was significantly more relaxed, almost indolent. “I can’t help that I enjoy fighting, and I can also understand that someone like you would be on the stricter side, but trust me, I’ll handle myself out there. I’m no stranger to combat, not by a long shot.”

Hawthorne shifted his position so he was facing both Alexi and Nathaniel at the same time. “I agree that we should defer to you Alexi, whenever navigating the Fortune Region, but don’t count out Olympia. She was the other chick back in the common room. She’s a native. Anyways, how does hierarchy among the three of us make any sense at all? If you hadn’t noticed, we’re only in charge of four people. I think a direct democracy between us, the leaders, would be most efficient for the size of the group we’re managing. Either that, or one of us takes complete charge while the other two act as subordinates second only to them.” He smirked. "If you two can agree to the latter, I'd be happy to call whoever lands in charge 'sir'." Hawthorne was used to serving under others, but they didn’t need a first, second, and third in command for a group of seven.
@Tip Holy crap it's been a while. I mean, I could be interested. I'd need to see the new ooc and stuff, gauge whether it's worth adding to my plate.

Edit: wait this is the new ooc. I'll check it out.
Hawthorne Balthazar - Outcast Base

This. Was. Fan. Fucking. Tastic. Hawthorne Balthazar, the Hawthorn Balthazar, was being asked to lead a squad of mech pilots, one of whom was technically his superior. Oh boy, he could only imagine how Fluffykins would react to that. Hawthorne wondered what Olympia would think of all of this too. Would she be impressed? Probably just indifferent, but it didn’t really matter either way. He had no clue what the other two would say. Cassius was probably just happy to stay out of the spotlight. Trench coat guy? No idea.

What did Jackal-boy and Alexi think about all of this though? Hawthorne found it hard to picture the latter commanding anyone, but maybe she’d take to it well. Who knew. Nathaniel, on the other hand, Hawthorne could easily see commanding others. Hawthorne wasn’t too shabby in a leadership role himself, now that he thought of it. If the three of them could figure out some sort of dynamic, particularly one that benefited himself, then the whole operation might turn out to be an effective and entertaining source of income. God damn this was getting his blood flowing! A potential threat almost always wound up in a fight. Hawthorne was yearning to shoot up something strong into his veins and tear apart the metallic shells of his opponents to grind the flesh inside to a pulp.

Hawthorne let out a short, predatory chuckle more akin to a bark than a laugh, his grin a sickening slash of wolven hunger, which he gradually coaxed back into a more relaxed mien. He took a few steps towards the Sheriff. “Well why the fuck not? Sounds like a good bit of fun, eh?” He whirled around to face his associates, arms spread out at either side of him. Oh, how Hawthorne loved the dramatics. “Whadda you say? Alexi? Jackal-boy? Think the three of us can lead this ragtag band of veterans and criminals into glorious combat against our woefully outclassed opponents?”
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