Dragonite777

Code of the Burned [FULL]

@Genni um... Birdseed's already back by the wall, smoking a weed++ joint. Not in the mud pit they were in before

And to your PPS, no. Same number of people. It was literally based on roles. One dude just so happen to see Fox and he just so happened to realize that it was a human and investigate. Stupid nat 20s

Code of the Burned [FULL]

@Jangel13 you can if you feel it's the right thing to do

Code of the Burned [FULL]

Cecelia's face was still wet from her tears when someone came out of nowhere and grabbed her up, making her drop her lit, half smoked, cigarette and box. She had just calmed down enough to have gone back in and apologized to Condor, but it turned out to be Condor who had dragged her off. After getting roughed up, Cecelia felt a gun silencer against her face. The initial shock made her panic, but the longer Condor talked, the more defeated and glazed her eyes became, as occasional tears streaked down her face.
Once Condor gave her final word on it, Cecelia couldn't hold her thoughts back any more. Tears spilling out, wetting the dirt that had dried on her face from being pushed in mud, she spoke in a hoarse yelling-whisper. "HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO SAY I'M SORRY!? I SUCK AT UNDERCOVER, OKAY? I'D BE MORE HAPPY IN A LAB, BUT THIS MISSION CALLED FOR TWO SEDUCTRESSES FOR SOME REASON. I TRIED, AND I FUCKED UP. WHY CAN'T WE FUCKING MOVE ON!?" Her mood sobering up, and darkening, Cecelia continues. "And why don't you just pull it? You can give yourself some bruises and say that I was attacked and you tried to save me. You'd be a hero and I'd just be an insignificant memory. The only thing I'm alright at, psychological talk, is only useful in the field. And we just learned that I can't do that right. So that experiment failed. The only other talent I have is for gadgets, and Kheshig is better at it than I. Therefore, I'm no use to this team, other than a backup, maybe. And my job as a psych on the team is to evaluate teammates' mental statuses, which involves looking at the past. All in all, if I can't do that, I'm not doing my job, and if I can't do that job, I'm fucking useless." Finally getting her deep down pain-filled thoughts out, Cecelia finally lets all her muscles relax from their tensed states.
"Look, I'm not gonna just pretend nothing happened. I will wait before entering the house again, but it's cause I need another smoke because of this situation. By the way, I was moments from returning and apologizing for what I said. Regardless, I will be courteous, and even nice at times. That's because I still have hope that we can at least be friends, not because I'm acting. I'd appreciate if you did the same, just to treat me like a fellow human, not as a ruse so nobody thinks you despise me. I'll go back to the wall and smoke now, if you'll excuse me." Looking Condor over and shaking her head slightly, she makes one last statement as she passes by the older woman. "Also, some mud got on your tit. Might wanna wash that off."
Once she was back at the wall, Cecelia pulled out a brick, revealing some rolled up paper. Taking two and placing the brick back, Cecelia lights one. It was the strongest smoking substance she could get her hands on. Maybe she could get high enough to not care about all of what just transpired. Psychologist, my ass... Can't even get my own head figured out... Maybe one day.

Code of the Burned [FULL]

@Jangel13@Genni it'd be interesting to have these two act friendly while they secretly wish each other dead

Code of the Burned [FULL]

@Genni Well, she was thinking of killing herself, so maybe she was a little relieved. (dark thoughts)

Taking the Cake, and the Other Valuables

Maggie smiled at all the company that had agreed to come with her. It's good to know that at least some people in the group thought of them as more than just another group of thieves taking on a job. If she's lucky, some may stay and be a more permanent part of her life. Having steadfast friends would be a nice change of pace, since the nicest people she knows are all black market vendors whom she deals with often enough. It still wasn't much in the way of company, but familiar faces were better than strangers. All these people working for the heist of the century, as Maggie hopes it will be.
"Awesome! Well, may as go now. No better time than the present, I guess. And, again, thanks for agreeing to help with this operation. I know there was a lot of money for you, which probably helped a little, but still. None of you really had to, since it's gonna be a tough one. So thanks." With a wholehearted smile around the room, she leads the group of those going to the tavern out the door and to the downtown area and into the tavern.

Code of the Burned [FULL]

Cecelia'd had enough. Deciding to confront her older female teammate, she first reaches under the couch for the pack of cigarettes she has stashed, checked for the lighter in the half-used box, and gets up. As she starts walking from the living room, she formulates her argument and the current psychological evaluation she has picked up about Condor. Gathering every bit of anger and confidence in her body, she puts on a serious, stone-cold face and approaches Condor. "For future reference, if you plan to talk bad about me, keep me out of earshot. I can pick out the backhanded comments that were for me as well. Someone must have hurt you on the deepest psychological levels for you to be this brutal towards an ally. You should know by now that I truly am sorry for what I did. I wish to now move past it. It's not something I'm proud of, nor will it happen in future missions, because I know the consequences of those actions. It must be fear you've been hiding. Afraid of someone finding you. Afraid of someone coming after you, or someone you love. Are you just afraid to get too close to someone? Is that why all you've done since we've gotten back is tease, confuse, and push your own agenda? Namely revenge. Or is it depression you're trying to hide? All of the previous thoughts having happened and in the past tense? A loved one dead? Two? Three? No purpose left but to kill your loved ones' killer? And now you're hiding out with ex-feds and otherwise underground, erased operatives? You don't know who I know. Maybe I know the people who killed your lover. Or child. Or mother. I worked for an agency that didn't exist. It got buried, but I have contacts that were transferred to the 'new' agency it became. I'm in no databases due to the agency-burying, so I technically don't exist. Yet you toy with me? If you need me, or want to murder me, I'll be out back having a cig."
Turning before the older woman could respond, she walked out of the safehouse and around back. Once in her favorite spot to smoke, which was hidden from all windows in the area, Cecelia starts shaking like a leaf and sobbing quietly for a minute. I hate when I'm talked about behind my back. Even more so when I can hear the horrible words said about me. If I didn't know better, suicide would be a good option. No, it would still be a good option. No one would miss me. Especially Condor. Maybe a better idea would be to fake my own death. Then I'd see their reactions to a suicide by me. I'll have to try that when we have the down time. I'd need to go shopping first. For now, I'll calm my nerves with a cig or two, then go into the tech lab for a little losing-myself-in-work. That always works to take my right brain out of the equation. It's all numbers and electronics. Pure and simple. Pulling out the lighter and one of the menthol 100s from the box in her hand, Cecelia lit one and started to calm down after the first drag.

Enlightened Souls [Still accepting]

@Eklispe Well, you can go ahead (I believe it was your character who opted for us to move out). Plus, since it's 3 of us with no posting order, you only have to wait for one post to post again

Operation Shadow Sabre

@SimplyJohn Um... I think any loquaciousness is dead in Seth :P

Operation Shadow Sabre

Seth didn't notice 09 walk by, but was going to wave off her apology. He wasn't able to due to the wall of energy her outstretched hand created, which, due to the force of its creation, pinned Seth against the weapons rack with his feet an inch or two off the ground. Once the female teammate realized it was her suit that had created the hard place that pinned Seth between it and the rock that was the weapons rack, she made it disappear with a releasing gesture. Once gone, Seth fell to the ground, catching himself on one foot and one knee. He was still getting used to the lack of nerve endings on his feet bottoms, or he would have stayed up on his feet.
Interesting, gesture-based restricted energy fields. Useful for defensive and offensive tactics. Exponentially so for defensive, yet innovative uses may create more offensive possibilities. Note made. 09 seems to offer help and friendliness, which may just due to the fact that I haven't said anything towards her, forcing paranoia of possible negative feelings. Previously noted to keep her in a positive mood while outside combat to avoid possible battlefield quarrels; therefore, accepting her help and reciprocating positive attitude towards her would be most beneficial to avoiding possible future volatility.
After deliberating and rationalizing, while feigning impact shock, Seth clasped his hand on the woman's forearm and used his own strength to get up, releasing once he regained balance. "Agreed." Nodding with a slight, forced smile, Seth checked his person to make sure nothing fell out, namely his boot-knife. That's all he saw as necessary to reply to 09's talk of the calibration of the self-to-suit integration. Small talk didn't interest him, but analysing the rest of the team's post-calibration conditions would seem to be priority, as there would be hurdles to overcome with having suits that acted as though they were exoskeletons for each person, enhancing their natural abilities further than the augmentations done on them have. Remembering the pores on his neck and the fact that they'd put a gauze pad over them post-operation, Seth lowered his suit's neck line to take off the gauze and test out his new breathing abilities. After sliding the neck line up, he was able to breathe without inhaling from his nose or mouth. After a few moments of consciously switching breathing patterns around, he was able to balance the pore-breathing and nostril breathing, causing almost no noticeable breathing noise from him. Almost completely silent when standing still and moving, with his feet made to make as close to no noise as possible.