@Bazmund
I second Collector boss man, don't feel rushed. We're all ready to see it when it's ready but you can take your time
I second Collector boss man, don't feel rushed. We're all ready to see it when it's ready but you can take your time
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@Bazmund
Aye bossman. (Also, fml, its back to work after school and it's back to waking up at 6 AM every weekday)
Aye bossman. (Also, fml, its back to work after school and it's back to waking up at 6 AM every weekday)
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Ooh, looks nice. I can't speak for Baz, but I think that is a lovely idea. Some IC perspective on things is always nice
Ooh, looks nice. I can't speak for Baz, but I think that is a lovely idea. Some IC perspective on things is always nice
"Yessir Mister Lieutenant!" Aura declared with a bright grin and a flourish of a spin before declaring, again with a bright smile and a boisterous voice "I'll see you all bright and early in the morning!" She turned on the spot and skipped from the room, absolutely filled to the brim with excitement! She had a job, and while it didn't pay much, it was what every Dryad must aspire to ("At least I think so, after all we're part of nature!") in her life, the chance to be a guardian of nature in the most literal sense! Then again, that also meant she had to deal with her least favorite part of her job, which was plying the trade she'd been taught by her family in the village. Even now, she could hear the words of Roberto, the hunter who had first taught her to read, as she left "I'm sorry, little one, for I have failed you. As you leave now, I have left you ill equipped, for I have taught you but one trade, the trade of the hunter. So, I must charge you with this, when you leave you shall need to pay for food,
and to get the money for this food...you will need to become a huntress of men."
"A huntress of men...an apex predator. It's all part of nature I suppose, creatures live and then die, and when they die their spirit returns to the nature around them. Viewed like that, there should be no problem, they get to become part of nature even more than I am. Even so...being the arbiter of that process hurts. Hurting and killing men and women, it...hurts. To think of the future of theirs that I pruned, that I cut off prematurely, it hurts. Yet..so long as I remember them, it'll be fine! They'll live on, dancing with the tree, so long as I remember!" And so, her brief moral crisis brought to an end by a touch of childlike naivete, Aura continued on her merry way across the street and, from there, into the room she'd be sleeping in that night, again enduring the pointed stares of the inn's denizens
And so, she set her rifle down, and reached into the bag slung about her shoulder, withdrawing her night clothes. This was something of a new habit, well at least comparatively, given her upbringing she was a late bloomer to most things the average citizen of any nation would consider normal. Climbing into bed, she carefully lay her rifle next to her and engaged its safety catch before covering up and smiling at the ceiling as she shut her eyes. It had been another fun day, and it capped off with something so dramatic it was like one of the novels she'd read back in the village. She could only hope the coming days of her adventure with her new friends would be filled with the same stuff of the novels, adventure, camraderie ("And if I'm lucky, romance!! Oooohhh, I so hope so!") It didn't take long for Aura to drift off to sleep, propelled on to her slumber by happy thoughs such as these.
and to get the money for this food...you will need to become a huntress of men."
"A huntress of men...an apex predator. It's all part of nature I suppose, creatures live and then die, and when they die their spirit returns to the nature around them. Viewed like that, there should be no problem, they get to become part of nature even more than I am. Even so...being the arbiter of that process hurts. Hurting and killing men and women, it...hurts. To think of the future of theirs that I pruned, that I cut off prematurely, it hurts. Yet..so long as I remember them, it'll be fine! They'll live on, dancing with the tree, so long as I remember!" And so, her brief moral crisis brought to an end by a touch of childlike naivete, Aura continued on her merry way across the street and, from there, into the room she'd be sleeping in that night, again enduring the pointed stares of the inn's denizens
And so, she set her rifle down, and reached into the bag slung about her shoulder, withdrawing her night clothes. This was something of a new habit, well at least comparatively, given her upbringing she was a late bloomer to most things the average citizen of any nation would consider normal. Climbing into bed, she carefully lay her rifle next to her and engaged its safety catch before covering up and smiling at the ceiling as she shut her eyes. It had been another fun day, and it capped off with something so dramatic it was like one of the novels she'd read back in the village. She could only hope the coming days of her adventure with her new friends would be filled with the same stuff of the novels, adventure, camraderie ("And if I'm lucky, romance!! Oooohhh, I so hope so!") It didn't take long for Aura to drift off to sleep, propelled on to her slumber by happy thoughs such as these.
Well, posted, and the theme of Teller having a different song for every situation continues!
Working on writing my post right now, really enjoying trying to get into Aura's character here, so I hope everyone else is having as much fun with gettin into their characters!
"Aw shit, now they're feedin me lines about how gentle they are after heading into a warzone."
The suit ticked over to the next entry, this one from James's own playlist. With a grin, he said "Run recon with two unarmed civvies in tow through a structure in a hotzone? Sounds fun." Of course, this was mostly to inspire confidence in the pair, as in all reality this was kind of a nightmare. No squad to cover all the angles, no marksmen, no air support, no UAV, and the damn civvies couldn't even get patched into his SQUADCOM. Of course, he COULD give one of them his sidearm, but that was likely to lead someone getting shot who didn't need to. Yeah, he remembered the LAST time they'd been forced to arm a civilian, and Teller wasn't eager to see a repeat. "Not that a LE-21 equals a damn Heavy Assault suit. I never did find out which dumbass suit tech forgot to disable the wrist guns."
Closing his faceplate, the Captain naturally attempted to assume command and he sternly uttered "Alright then, since this is a reecee, we'll need to move fast. If I had SQUADCOM earpieces I'd give them to you, but I don't, so you two will need to stay in shouting range. Stealth in this city doesn't seem to be worth jack shit, so I'll keep an auditory beacon online so you guys can hear where I am. You see something you don't agree with, shout and I'll come give it a two-step goodbye. Let's get it moving at a single time, 'rah?" Teller loved this part, and only this part, of talking to civilians. Subjecting them to his military jargon was always fun, watching as they tried to understand everything, from the commonly understood "'rah" to the unit specific jargon of "two-step goodbye", they always took a guess at what these things meant, whether they were right or wrong their guesses were always funny. He turned to take point and lead the group out, and with a few blinks turned on the external speakers and began blasting his "auditory beacon" as he began walking the direction they had indicated, moving at a casual saunter.
The suit ticked over to the next entry, this one from James's own playlist. With a grin, he said "Run recon with two unarmed civvies in tow through a structure in a hotzone? Sounds fun." Of course, this was mostly to inspire confidence in the pair, as in all reality this was kind of a nightmare. No squad to cover all the angles, no marksmen, no air support, no UAV, and the damn civvies couldn't even get patched into his SQUADCOM. Of course, he COULD give one of them his sidearm, but that was likely to lead someone getting shot who didn't need to. Yeah, he remembered the LAST time they'd been forced to arm a civilian, and Teller wasn't eager to see a repeat. "Not that a LE-21 equals a damn Heavy Assault suit. I never did find out which dumbass suit tech forgot to disable the wrist guns."
Closing his faceplate, the Captain naturally attempted to assume command and he sternly uttered "Alright then, since this is a reecee, we'll need to move fast. If I had SQUADCOM earpieces I'd give them to you, but I don't, so you two will need to stay in shouting range. Stealth in this city doesn't seem to be worth jack shit, so I'll keep an auditory beacon online so you guys can hear where I am. You see something you don't agree with, shout and I'll come give it a two-step goodbye. Let's get it moving at a single time, 'rah?" Teller loved this part, and only this part, of talking to civilians. Subjecting them to his military jargon was always fun, watching as they tried to understand everything, from the commonly understood "'rah" to the unit specific jargon of "two-step goodbye", they always took a guess at what these things meant, whether they were right or wrong their guesses were always funny. He turned to take point and lead the group out, and with a few blinks turned on the external speakers and began blasting his "auditory beacon" as he began walking the direction they had indicated, moving at a casual saunter.
Alright, real shitty post on my part (my apologies, between moving and fianls I'm basically dead on my feet) I'll try to go back and edit later to put a little meat on the post, if'n you know what I mean.
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