>lief New to me. Then again, Google says it's Middle English so I can be forgiven for my ignorance. Probably.
Don't worry, I looked it up as well. Just happened to work that it was an actual word xD
lol wut... bloody O_O I turned on the autocorrect for a moment and I'm getting typos already... better turn it of right away! And yes! You can totally go with it to show how not well Rachel is! Good work soldier!
Receiving his meal and an overcoat, Xerox started to eat. Wonder where Rue is .... And how long it will ... His thoughts were abruptly broken when the guards came back. Starting to shiver again, for appearance sake. Why are they back? he wondered, when they approached Duncan's prison. Confused, he listened to them, asking Duncan about the President's assassination, and with an answer, they suddenly offered to help them out. In return they wished to come to Garden. It seemed too good a chance for the Seeds, was it a trap? Duncan accepted the offer, leaving Xerox only to follow the leader's command.
When his own door was open, Xerox was handed ... a spoon. It would of been different if it was one of HIS spoons, but ... an ordinary spoon was all he got. In fact it was rusty and bent. Wasn't going to really help or last long. Sighing, he walked out in his coat and with his spoon. The others were requesting knives and even talking about junctions. Xerox was about to jump into the conversation when Rachel spoke to him, “Seriously Xerox, I told you to come train with me under the waterfall... if you did, you weren't going to be shivering like a lief now!” Rachel said and shook her head in disbelieve.” I go on a mission for a while and that's what happen to you and your training. Once we get back, I'm going to bring you back into shape.”
Xerox could only momentarily look at her with confusion. He had stopped shivering, since he was no longer required to, but her use of words .... shocked him. Looking over her, he had noticed her knees shake very subtly. "Shivering like a lief? Shivering like happily? Shivering like gladly? I don't quite understand what you mean by that, but in the first place, I was pretending to shiver. Are you sure you are alright?" He replied with concern, turning his body, stretching and making sudden turns to crack bones. A groan of relief came out as he could finally stretch out. Since Xerox didn't button his lab coat, he didn't button the overcoat, leaving his toned body visible to everyone else. He wasn't buff or bulky, but he had a fairly fit and decently exercised body. Half of it was due to Rachel pestering him to train. The other half was due to some of the work put into building/inventing. Walking passed Rachel, he whispered, "You don't need to act so tough. If you feel too weak, let me help carry you."
Walking passed, Xerox approached the others. "Your lucky to even still have junctions. I have to fight completely driveless. No weapon, nothing. Not even my glasses." He tried to move his body, but he couldn't produce quite the same speed or strength. Nonetheless, Xerox was quite adept at not utilizing the junction buffs. During his free time building/inventing, he tried to avoid using junctions. Turning to Fresno, Xerox asked, "Do you know if there was a moomba captured with us? And where he might be? Also, wouldn't it be wiser to get our weapons/equipment before hitting the control room upstairs? Of course, if it is further and more heavily guarded then that would be a different story. But at least if we had our weapons, our chances of escape would rise quite dramatically I'd assume."
I know it's probably a typo or could even be another language. But lief in English actually means happily or gladly. Interesting isn't it? So I'm rolling with it as an excuse to show that Rachel might not be in the best condition.
I don't think everyone is stark naked, only Xerox I think Because if he had any of his clothes, he would of been able to bring out something to break out So... yeah ... Made him stark naked since they kept finding hidden things in his clothes.
Edit: But of course, if you want your character to be stark naked, by all means! Go ahead!
Been told that someone named "Stichler" was in charge of her, without a chance to get some rest, and being handed a spare weapon while being told to scourage for equipment from Imperials, Cecilia smiled, half hung over, half drunk and a whole lot of "Oh my fucking god! I am so screwed! What the fuck happened!?". Been given an old SMG and a kit from a few Imperials, Cecilia looked at the one named Stichler. A female Corporal. "Well, you're going to be sobering up with a patrol. No arguments here, place ain't safe for you to take a nap. Not during the day anyway." Corporal Celeste ordered her. "Yes Ma'am" she replied, with her hand half holding her head as she saluted.
It appeared she was to patrol with the Corporal and one of the new male recruits who were recruited in a more suitable fashion than drunk and sleeping in the APC. The Corporal was a lancer, and a young woman with straight black hair like her own who had a surname, indicating that she wasn't a Darscen. The male recruit, looking at his uniform, was a private shocktrooper, who was just a tad shorter than herself. While on patrol, her steps were clearly not steady, due to still being half hung over and half drunk. Probably a couple of hours before sobering up.
Her stomach grumbled. "Uh... So hungry. This is what happens when you get drunk and then decide to sleep in one of the vehicles to hide from the senior officers the next morning. You get recruited, with a hangover and with no food. Ain't that a wonderful deal! Should do it more often." Cecilia sarcastically jested, laughing a little at her own little bit of misfortune. Nonetheless, she was out in the field, and could soon serve some "justice". She turned to the private, introducing herself, "Hello there private! I'm Private First Class Cecilia Rousseau. Nice to meet you." She continued to follow the Corporal for the patrol, slowly sobering up.
Voices spoke, Xerox's eyes seemed dead and lifeless, before suddenly gasping and waking. He was tired, extremely tired, playing the role of appearing to be in pain. Letting Mako seem like he was getting what he wanted, to get him to open up when he was feeling 'good' about what he was doing. Xerox mostly spouted nonsense during the torture, but as he got tired of it, pretended to look lifeless. Letting his conscious fade like he did during a lecture, eyes open, yet lifeless. Although in a lecture, he wouldn't look lifeless. Due to his "crying" Xerox was most likely left off with some of the lightest of torture, not that it wasn't rough. Whipping, chained water dripping, iron maiden, it was still tough.
There was one benefit to this though, when they patched up his body, they finally dislodged the damn bullet stuck in his back. Still, he was wondering how the others were, as his conscious was starting to come back while the others spoke. Discussions on ways to possibly break out, pills, maps, anything useful was being asked for. "If I wasn't stark naked, this would be a different situation." he mutterred.
Footsteps emerged, and Xerox could hear people talking. From the sounds of it, they were giving out food. Xerox could hear Duncan, currying for a favor, for a cigarette. Getting the guards to come to our side huh .... Xerox could understand what Duncan was doing, and followed suit. "Um... excuse me...." Xerox weakly called out behind the bars. "Could I at least have some clothes. It's awfully cold." He waited for a reply, and for his share of food to arrive. Hopefully, he could keep the utensils. That would provide him at least something to work with.