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Hey folks, I had messaged a few of you with similar color scehmes that someone should change to make it unique. I didn't realize there were three people in the green color area until sheets started moving to the CS tab. Whoops! I was too distracted by the content itself, haha.
If green is a preferred color for multiple people, that is totally okay, and my apologies for pressing a change on some folks rather than making a blanket statement to the group.
If everyone wants unique colors for those pieces of dialogue and such, then y'all can figure out who wants what color, or how close together colors can be.
▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ | HELENA "DOVE" WESTERLY — UDF: CETRA EAST COMMAND [Briefing Room] — Day 1 - 05:00AM — @FollowthePath Helena “Dove” Westerly was running late as usual. She had a toothbrush sticking out between her lips while pulling on a dreaded pair of pants. She almost always wore dresses when she could get away with it, but since they’d been asked to wear the special rainbow of UDF gray, she complied. Helena finally spit the toothbrush itself out in the sink and pinched her cheeks a few times for a rosy glow before tying up her dark red hair into a lazy bun. She frantically dug for matching socks (as her preferred footwear was sandals or barefoot) and finally settled on something that looked navy blue and another that was dark purple. Good enough. She tied up the boots and took a glance at herself in a full-length mirror she’d never gotten around to hanging up. It was simply leaned against a vintage chair that she never used. Helena frowned a bit at how drab she looked, along with seeing her last name emblazoned upon the patch that was pre-sewn onto her shirt. She much preferred to go by her nickname, since her surname reminded her of her mother. “Swarg,” Helena smirked, reading the patch that had a wolf upon it. She still had trouble believing she’d been chosen to be a part of the Special Warfare and Reconnaissance Group. Yes, she knew she was an aeon. And one who could be useful in a group setting. But she had the names of the others who had been called to the meeting running through her mind. They were all so… powerful. Violent. Special. Interesting. She tilted her head a bit, zoning out as she thought about how awkward her interactions could possibly be with the others, until she realized she was daydreaming and snapped out of it. “Get it together, Helena,” she whispered to herself, grabbing the papers the UDF had sent her home with. She had gotten the news while working in Medical had been trying to prep for this since then. However, her nerves were still buzzing under the surface of her skin as she locked her apartment and headed out. ~ Helena sat patiently, trying her best to look wide-eyed and interested as Jeff spoke about their assignment. She was happy right off the bat that their target was to be brought in alive. However, when Jeff mentioned who they were after, Helena couldn’t help but catch her breath and glance over at Garuda. Eyes darting between the general and the well-known aeon, Helena chewed her bottom lip nervously as she watched them interact. She was just thankful the attention wasn’t on her, and what this mission was going to entail was fascinating. Helena had not just heard of Benjamin Regardie before. He had ended up in Medical once before under her care. He’d gotten severely damaged during a mission once and was having trouble shaking it. When he arrived, he had several bits and fragments of shrapnel sticking into him, with lines of blood dripping from various injuries. His breathing had been labored and it’d been hard to get from him exactly what had happened. She didn’t need to know though. Helena rapidly began working on laying her hand on any injury he had as other medical team members removed the shrapnel. It took a good hour, but by the end of it, he was good as new. Well, minus the sweat, dried blood, and the fact he was exhausted. He hadn’t talked much to Helena as she wanted him to rest and sleep after such an ordeal, but when she went to check on him a couple hours later he was gone. A general had checked him out without letting her know. That was the longest she’d ever interacted with Bahamut. Helena realized she’d been zoning out for a minute, so she intentionally nodded vigorously as Jeff gave them instructions. She had a little notebook and pen and began mumbling under her breath as she tried to catch the most important parts. “Steelwater… World Eaters…psychopaths in one battalion…” When Jeff mentioned some of the other aeons, Helena glanced up from her notebook and looked around. She knew of Isolde but avoided her like the plague. Gossip ran amuck in Medical, especially when everyone got bored, so Helena had heard of most of these aeons before, although not all of them. And what she knew, she didn’t know if it was all true or not. People did like to exaggerate. Helena was trying to keep a mental list in addition to her notebook though and tucked it in a pocket as she gingerly got up and went to go get her gear. |