It seemed that the feline did not have interest to share a drink with himself and Ken; as she turned around to head to the bar and grab a drink, Aidan's left year twitched as the wolf beside made the commentary. He nodded slowly as he tried to take a sip from his empty beer bottle, realizing that only when his tongue caught a single drop of something tasting absolutely repulsive. His snout wrinkled at the taste and smacked his tongue against his palate a few times in the attempt to wash away the lingering aftertaste; he placed the empty bottle on the counter and decided to order himself a large mug of, well, Coke. His thirst wasn't quite quenched after a boring ride on a truck. And not a moment too soon, the lack of sleep caught back up, as Aidan started to feel his head growing heavy, but at the same time dizzy and disoriented, his eyes would soon inject with blood and sting him at every blink; a quick yawn escaped from his mouth before he replied to Ken.
"Pfft. Knowing my luck, I'll be transferred again before I get to see any action here. Either that or the Northern Empire launches a surprise siege on this very particular landcruiser for no apparent reason; wouldn't be too surprised, judging by how they brusquely change their plans." He then proceeded to pour down some of the fizzy goodness that will damage his liver sooner rather than later. "Though, seriously, I think we'll be off to an adventure sooner than we can predict; I don't think the colonel acquired a fire team and myself just to keep us about for shits and giggles. Unless he's got that kind of humour."
Coming to a halt, the canine realized he didn't have anything rather interesting to talk about at the moment. Thus, he decided it would be best to engage in small talk, something a bit out of Aidan's reach. "Right. Yo, are there any hotgirls in the squad?" He then resorts to whispering, he wouldn't want to make a bad impression this soon. "A doctor's gotta have a bit of fun, eh? Pulling out ticks, treating gunshot and puss-oozing wounds gets tedious; a mammary exam here and there would cheer me up." Of course he wasn't serious, he's been through enough examinations to get bored of that too. Sadly.
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Pls don't boot me, Silver, I pwomise I'll try my best to post up tomorrow or Thursday ;_;
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Guys, I will be unable to post anything good for a while. My availabilty will return to normal by Monday or Thursday next week; I will be able to keep up with things and apologies if I mess anyone's post ratio
The hybrid couldn't contain his grin as he watched the wolf approach the suit and pick up the diagram; he was too busy to fantasize how the suit will behave with its wearer to notice Sylas just went butt-naked to strap the suit on. Normally, those designated to wear advanced body armors are equipped with a thin overall to reduce friction between the wearer's fur and the insides of the suit. This design, though, had the overall included within the suit for mobility purposes. His eyes were drawn back to the wolf as soon as he saw him nearly do the mistake of opening the helmet, but quickly corrected his move and instead activated the helmet's computer; seeing the wolf moving and stretching around, Wulfus could barely contain his own excitement as he gazed upon his own creation coming to life. While it did not do anything impressive just yet, the mere fact that it was worn and it was walked around raised the hybrid's heart activity to a point his brain nearly sobered. Yet, something was still amiss with the suit, something didn't quite behave as he intended to and he believed he figured it out. He turned around to one of the tables and picked up a wire jack with a very long sleeve and tip, to which he connected in an auxiliary USB port another wire. Approaching the wolf with the scary contraption, he demanded his left arm, in which he inserted the jack deeply in a groove between the forearm and biceps "plates".
"He he, forgot to input a little detail. Whoopsie. It didn't detect you as a user 'cause I didn't install the auto-detection module. I intended to put a sort of a system thing that would automatically recognize the user by measurements. I will try to cram that kind of software someday, but for now, I'll run it once from an external device and it should shape itself to fit you better. See?" Wulfus pinched a slightly exposed artificial muscle fiber and tugged at it. "This should be rock-hard. And, hey, yeah, sure! It's night-time already, so if you stick to the rooftops, you should be okay. This suit bends the light around itself to some degree, but it can still reflect light, so it's not 100% invisible to the naked eye; still, if anyone's gawping up at the sky, they shouldn't see you. Or if they do, they'd see a shadowy figure dart across the sky and dismiss it as a bird or a bat or something. Okie-dokes, this should do the trick. Hold still, please."
Wulfus then flipped a switch on one of the consoles from where the wire was originating and in an instant, the deepest layer of the suit suddenly clamped painfully tight around the wolf's whole body frame as it tried to suffocate and squeeze the life out of Sylas. After a few seconds have passed, the layer then releases the wolf and settles in at a very comfortable snugness, followed by a sudden, explosive jerk of the whole suit as the whole exoskeleton pumped up with hydraulic liquid, the muscle fibers inflated and hardened as Wulfus promised. The whole suit pumped up, offering Sylas complete weightlessness as the entire suit sustained its own weight, as well as Sylas's mass; every move now felt natural and very powerful, nothing felt heavy anymore and there were no more mobility issues. On his display, the green figure representing the suit had changed now, creating another figure contained within the suit and adding the detected pulse and neural activity of its wearer. An internal, somewhat robotic voice came to life and announced Sylas that it was standing by. Meanwhile, Wulfus headed over to the large consoles in order to establish a live feed from the suit's cameras and readings, so that he could monitor Sylas' activity on the field. By typing in a few commands and curse the core computer, the feed showed up on multiple screens, to the wolf's obvious excitement; it was magical to see motion on something he concentrated endless amounts of effort.
"Okay, good. I've live feed from the cameras and the HUD, so I can always see whatever you are doing. Uh, I'd advise against going through the front door, that's a rookie mistake in stealth. Uh, see that window pane on the roof? Yeah, that one; I'll take off the blinders and open it up to you. Try to move around the roof, jump maybe on other buildings; hell, if you're feeling lucky, go downtown. I mean, there are slim chances for you to be seen there, with the tall rooftops and stuff. Try not to scratch it too hard, though, it's still a prototype! Alright, readings are nominal, the muscle tissues are charged 100%, battery 100%. I should consider using a different musculature weaving setup on the next model, that would cut hydraulic needs..."
As Wulfus kept on with his scientific mumble, a window pane installed on the roof slowly revealed the exterior as the metallic blinders slid away and hid in their container as the pane suddenly took life and mvoed out of the way; the distance up to the roof was roughly four meters, just in the suit's vertical jump reach. The wind from outside was pouring in through the gap, bringing a chilly air into the room.
The same wind kept company for the two infiltrators on the roof of the bank, which was rather annoying for them. It would certainly cover any noises in their proximity, keeping both of them on the edge. One was leaning against a wall near the door and kept checking for updates from the strike time operating in the building, while the other was doing patrols around the perimeter in an obviously bored fashion. He relied solely on his vision, bringing up a torchlight would have been a very bad idea. A dozen stories below, the team was advancing through the deserted cubicles in a clockwork-perfect manner, each planning their move ten steps before execution; every step, every role, every corner check was carried out following an extensively intrinsic script made to avoid detection and leave no trace of their presence. While there were no cameras in the large offices, there were motion detectors on every wall; they weren't shut down, as that would trigger a silent alarm and there was no possible way to override that particular code without leaving traces. Instead, the hacking team lowered the sensitivity on the sensors; even so, the infiltration team still had to keep collateral movement to a minimum to avoid detection. As one would slide from a cubicle to another, his teammate would gracefully dive and roll, clearing corners without even triggering the mulled-down sensors, while another would make small but rapid steps across the room in a crouched stance; the last two kept close to walls, sliding among them without actually touching the surface. In this pattern, the detectors picked up the movement as bugs, dust or maybe small animals, nothing to be concerned about. After clearing the entire section, they finally reach a door at the very end of the lanes, which they all approached and waited for one of the men to arrive; he pulled out some sort of device he fixed on the door's card slot and inserted a card-like object with several wires that connected the card to the device itself. It took several minutes to crack the code, but the door unlocked and released the door knob; all five entered the room and shut the door behind and started to search the room high and low, four were scouring the place for something while one of them went straight for the expensive personal computer placed on a neat desk. The desk also harbored a ton of paperwork, a few books and various expensive pens, but for the infiltrator all that mattered was getting in the computer's hard drive and read it from an external display device, so he plugged in a couple of normal-looking cables in the backside of the core computer and tap on the device at an accelerated pace. The rest peeked under the armchairs, sofa, behind the expensive paintings, under the rug, behind the plants, in every locked and unlocked drawer for something of great importance; due to their hasty speed, one of them found that something they were looking for. As soon as he realized that he had found it, he took an electric field proximity device with which he scanned around the painting to find any cables that would connect to an alarm that would be triggered by removing the painting. To their luck, there was no such apparatus installed there, otherwise they would have had to drill holes into the wall and neutralize the alarm.
Taking off the portrait, he unveiled a safe that had no keypad or keyhole on it. As such, the whole team turned towards the infiltrator operating the computer, knowing that the only way to open that safe was through that very same computer. He cancelled the automatic search for any information in regards to that safe and instead initiated a heuristic scan for any code lines that would send the command to open it. He had to change the parameters a few times, but time was on their part, since there were no contingencies during the whole infiltration op. With a mild clank, the seal clamps released the safe's door open, revealing the contents: three gold bars, money, a dossier, a taser gun with several exchange batteries and a pair of keys. They were rather bulky in shape and had different bittings, but the team were confident they found exactly what they were looking for. It was rather clever of the bank manager to hide the keys in a relatively low-security room, while setting up a perfect diversion in the vaults below. Now that they had what they needed, all they had to do was to erase any trace of their presence, meaning they had to lock the safe door back and erase the most recent command to open it, place the painting in it's exact position and exfiltrate in the same manner they got in. While none of them verbosely showed it, their body movements were much more relaxed now, knowing that they accomplished their task successfully. The team leader sent an update to the watchers up top, ordering them to prepare for the team's arrival.
"He he, forgot to input a little detail. Whoopsie. It didn't detect you as a user 'cause I didn't install the auto-detection module. I intended to put a sort of a system thing that would automatically recognize the user by measurements. I will try to cram that kind of software someday, but for now, I'll run it once from an external device and it should shape itself to fit you better. See?" Wulfus pinched a slightly exposed artificial muscle fiber and tugged at it. "This should be rock-hard. And, hey, yeah, sure! It's night-time already, so if you stick to the rooftops, you should be okay. This suit bends the light around itself to some degree, but it can still reflect light, so it's not 100% invisible to the naked eye; still, if anyone's gawping up at the sky, they shouldn't see you. Or if they do, they'd see a shadowy figure dart across the sky and dismiss it as a bird or a bat or something. Okie-dokes, this should do the trick. Hold still, please."
Wulfus then flipped a switch on one of the consoles from where the wire was originating and in an instant, the deepest layer of the suit suddenly clamped painfully tight around the wolf's whole body frame as it tried to suffocate and squeeze the life out of Sylas. After a few seconds have passed, the layer then releases the wolf and settles in at a very comfortable snugness, followed by a sudden, explosive jerk of the whole suit as the whole exoskeleton pumped up with hydraulic liquid, the muscle fibers inflated and hardened as Wulfus promised. The whole suit pumped up, offering Sylas complete weightlessness as the entire suit sustained its own weight, as well as Sylas's mass; every move now felt natural and very powerful, nothing felt heavy anymore and there were no more mobility issues. On his display, the green figure representing the suit had changed now, creating another figure contained within the suit and adding the detected pulse and neural activity of its wearer. An internal, somewhat robotic voice came to life and announced Sylas that it was standing by. Meanwhile, Wulfus headed over to the large consoles in order to establish a live feed from the suit's cameras and readings, so that he could monitor Sylas' activity on the field. By typing in a few commands and curse the core computer, the feed showed up on multiple screens, to the wolf's obvious excitement; it was magical to see motion on something he concentrated endless amounts of effort.
"Okay, good. I've live feed from the cameras and the HUD, so I can always see whatever you are doing. Uh, I'd advise against going through the front door, that's a rookie mistake in stealth. Uh, see that window pane on the roof? Yeah, that one; I'll take off the blinders and open it up to you. Try to move around the roof, jump maybe on other buildings; hell, if you're feeling lucky, go downtown. I mean, there are slim chances for you to be seen there, with the tall rooftops and stuff. Try not to scratch it too hard, though, it's still a prototype! Alright, readings are nominal, the muscle tissues are charged 100%, battery 100%. I should consider using a different musculature weaving setup on the next model, that would cut hydraulic needs..."
As Wulfus kept on with his scientific mumble, a window pane installed on the roof slowly revealed the exterior as the metallic blinders slid away and hid in their container as the pane suddenly took life and mvoed out of the way; the distance up to the roof was roughly four meters, just in the suit's vertical jump reach. The wind from outside was pouring in through the gap, bringing a chilly air into the room.
The same wind kept company for the two infiltrators on the roof of the bank, which was rather annoying for them. It would certainly cover any noises in their proximity, keeping both of them on the edge. One was leaning against a wall near the door and kept checking for updates from the strike time operating in the building, while the other was doing patrols around the perimeter in an obviously bored fashion. He relied solely on his vision, bringing up a torchlight would have been a very bad idea. A dozen stories below, the team was advancing through the deserted cubicles in a clockwork-perfect manner, each planning their move ten steps before execution; every step, every role, every corner check was carried out following an extensively intrinsic script made to avoid detection and leave no trace of their presence. While there were no cameras in the large offices, there were motion detectors on every wall; they weren't shut down, as that would trigger a silent alarm and there was no possible way to override that particular code without leaving traces. Instead, the hacking team lowered the sensitivity on the sensors; even so, the infiltration team still had to keep collateral movement to a minimum to avoid detection. As one would slide from a cubicle to another, his teammate would gracefully dive and roll, clearing corners without even triggering the mulled-down sensors, while another would make small but rapid steps across the room in a crouched stance; the last two kept close to walls, sliding among them without actually touching the surface. In this pattern, the detectors picked up the movement as bugs, dust or maybe small animals, nothing to be concerned about. After clearing the entire section, they finally reach a door at the very end of the lanes, which they all approached and waited for one of the men to arrive; he pulled out some sort of device he fixed on the door's card slot and inserted a card-like object with several wires that connected the card to the device itself. It took several minutes to crack the code, but the door unlocked and released the door knob; all five entered the room and shut the door behind and started to search the room high and low, four were scouring the place for something while one of them went straight for the expensive personal computer placed on a neat desk. The desk also harbored a ton of paperwork, a few books and various expensive pens, but for the infiltrator all that mattered was getting in the computer's hard drive and read it from an external display device, so he plugged in a couple of normal-looking cables in the backside of the core computer and tap on the device at an accelerated pace. The rest peeked under the armchairs, sofa, behind the expensive paintings, under the rug, behind the plants, in every locked and unlocked drawer for something of great importance; due to their hasty speed, one of them found that something they were looking for. As soon as he realized that he had found it, he took an electric field proximity device with which he scanned around the painting to find any cables that would connect to an alarm that would be triggered by removing the painting. To their luck, there was no such apparatus installed there, otherwise they would have had to drill holes into the wall and neutralize the alarm.
Taking off the portrait, he unveiled a safe that had no keypad or keyhole on it. As such, the whole team turned towards the infiltrator operating the computer, knowing that the only way to open that safe was through that very same computer. He cancelled the automatic search for any information in regards to that safe and instead initiated a heuristic scan for any code lines that would send the command to open it. He had to change the parameters a few times, but time was on their part, since there were no contingencies during the whole infiltration op. With a mild clank, the seal clamps released the safe's door open, revealing the contents: three gold bars, money, a dossier, a taser gun with several exchange batteries and a pair of keys. They were rather bulky in shape and had different bittings, but the team were confident they found exactly what they were looking for. It was rather clever of the bank manager to hide the keys in a relatively low-security room, while setting up a perfect diversion in the vaults below. Now that they had what they needed, all they had to do was to erase any trace of their presence, meaning they had to lock the safe door back and erase the most recent command to open it, place the painting in it's exact position and exfiltrate in the same manner they got in. While none of them verbosely showed it, their body movements were much more relaxed now, knowing that they accomplished their task successfully. The team leader sent an update to the watchers up top, ordering them to prepare for the team's arrival.
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Aidan quietly listened to Ken answer his question, nodding every now and then as a custom to show his conversational partner that he was paying attention; his idle smile would turn into mild grins every time he felt amused. He took note of the sudden change in the drill session, intriguing him enough to start scratching his own chin as a sign that his brain immediately started to process and interpret the information; that and Oliver's antics.
"Curious how they just had to 'shut down' the training session. Sounds to me like you guys were doing a good enough job they had to cut you off and keep reports as gloomy as possible. Either that or you wrecked stuff you weren't supposed to. Eh, no difference for me." Aidan took himself a moment to finish his drink and place the empty bottle on the counter behind him and cross his arms as he turned his attention back to Kensington, bearing a light frown. "Now I kind of regret I couldn't come sooner and have a chance to see the team's dynamics on the field; if there are any recordings of the op, I'll make sure to digest it. It doesn't directly affect my style of "play" on the field per se, I only have to adjust to everybody else's style; I'm connected on a channel open 24/7 for emergency calls, so I basically have to interrupt whatever I'm doing to answer. But if I didn't like this masochistic life so much, I would have opted to become a gunship pilot or something similar, they have these really cool helmets...
Considering he drifted enough with the subject, he clenched his jaw tight to listen to Ken's first aid rules and as soon as he recognized the first two rules, he chuckled to himself; he knew those three rules, those were included in the graduation speech. He knew exactly what was coming, that one question medics answer it ever so averagely. As the wolf finished, Aidan snickered and shook his head.
"I know those rules, yeah. Spiritual words, they are." Aidan chose to look at the ground and tensed his crossed arms just a little. "Well, here's my realistical take on them. One: everybody dies; good, bad, young, old, pretty, ugly, rich, poor, no matter, they all die some time sooner or later; BUT on me depends just how long it takes until they expire. Two: I can delay it, of course I can't stop it; unless I somehow cure death, which would be kind of awesome. As for three-" Aidan's smile faded very subtly and turned his head towards the wolf "it's my job to bend the rules so I can save a life. That one guy that gets shot in the chest, I have to go and get him. He may have a child back home, waiting for him to return home ever so eagerly, maybe a loving wife, a girlfriend, proud parents; he may as well be a criminal, a rapist, an abusive person. But once bullets zip past your ears, politics, ideals, racial differences, religion and beliefs, they all fly out the window with the bullets; same goes for me, if the guy is hurt, it makes no difference to me. I am to go and take care of him, preserve his life for a little while longer."
"All I pray for is that neither of you ends up in that place where I have to fight against rule number one, Ken. But if it gets there, don't worry, I'll make sure to follow rule number three."
Just then, a female voice addressed to him, drawing the medic's attention to a feline standing in front of him; she offered him a rushed nod, Aidan could only salute Esailia and straighten his slouching back. "Ma'am." After all, she was a higher rank than him, it is always good to pay respect to superior. She wanted to talk about the missing medical records, lifting Aidan's gloom by drawing his attention on a different matter. He took a moment to come up with a reply, a short time in which he scratched his furry chin. "Hm. A digital copy of the files will do, ma'am. I usually upload the records on an off-site storage server if I need to print them out... or in case my PADD gets shot at some point. Either way, thank you for addressing the problem. Ah, why don't you join us? Senior Airman Maxwell and myself are part of the relatively-low-blood-alcohol-concentration corner; since he's a chopper pilot and I'm an unlucky sod, we both need our brains alive." He really hoped he wasn't too informal with his invitation, he only tried to be as open as he could be, with the risk of being a tad annoying. Plus, her presence would be a good diversion to keep him away from grim thoughts Ken unintentionally brought up; it wasn't the poor fellow's fault that Aidan had a very rational, if not pessimistic view when it came to life and death.
"Curious how they just had to 'shut down' the training session. Sounds to me like you guys were doing a good enough job they had to cut you off and keep reports as gloomy as possible. Either that or you wrecked stuff you weren't supposed to. Eh, no difference for me." Aidan took himself a moment to finish his drink and place the empty bottle on the counter behind him and cross his arms as he turned his attention back to Kensington, bearing a light frown. "Now I kind of regret I couldn't come sooner and have a chance to see the team's dynamics on the field; if there are any recordings of the op, I'll make sure to digest it. It doesn't directly affect my style of "play" on the field per se, I only have to adjust to everybody else's style; I'm connected on a channel open 24/7 for emergency calls, so I basically have to interrupt whatever I'm doing to answer. But if I didn't like this masochistic life so much, I would have opted to become a gunship pilot or something similar, they have these really cool helmets...
Considering he drifted enough with the subject, he clenched his jaw tight to listen to Ken's first aid rules and as soon as he recognized the first two rules, he chuckled to himself; he knew those three rules, those were included in the graduation speech. He knew exactly what was coming, that one question medics answer it ever so averagely. As the wolf finished, Aidan snickered and shook his head.
"I know those rules, yeah. Spiritual words, they are." Aidan chose to look at the ground and tensed his crossed arms just a little. "Well, here's my realistical take on them. One: everybody dies; good, bad, young, old, pretty, ugly, rich, poor, no matter, they all die some time sooner or later; BUT on me depends just how long it takes until they expire. Two: I can delay it, of course I can't stop it; unless I somehow cure death, which would be kind of awesome. As for three-" Aidan's smile faded very subtly and turned his head towards the wolf "it's my job to bend the rules so I can save a life. That one guy that gets shot in the chest, I have to go and get him. He may have a child back home, waiting for him to return home ever so eagerly, maybe a loving wife, a girlfriend, proud parents; he may as well be a criminal, a rapist, an abusive person. But once bullets zip past your ears, politics, ideals, racial differences, religion and beliefs, they all fly out the window with the bullets; same goes for me, if the guy is hurt, it makes no difference to me. I am to go and take care of him, preserve his life for a little while longer."
"All I pray for is that neither of you ends up in that place where I have to fight against rule number one, Ken. But if it gets there, don't worry, I'll make sure to follow rule number three."
Just then, a female voice addressed to him, drawing the medic's attention to a feline standing in front of him; she offered him a rushed nod, Aidan could only salute Esailia and straighten his slouching back. "Ma'am." After all, she was a higher rank than him, it is always good to pay respect to superior. She wanted to talk about the missing medical records, lifting Aidan's gloom by drawing his attention on a different matter. He took a moment to come up with a reply, a short time in which he scratched his furry chin. "Hm. A digital copy of the files will do, ma'am. I usually upload the records on an off-site storage server if I need to print them out... or in case my PADD gets shot at some point. Either way, thank you for addressing the problem. Ah, why don't you join us? Senior Airman Maxwell and myself are part of the relatively-low-blood-alcohol-concentration corner; since he's a chopper pilot and I'm an unlucky sod, we both need our brains alive." He really hoped he wasn't too informal with his invitation, he only tried to be as open as he could be, with the risk of being a tad annoying. Plus, her presence would be a good diversion to keep him away from grim thoughts Ken unintentionally brought up; it wasn't the poor fellow's fault that Aidan had a very rational, if not pessimistic view when it came to life and death.
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Don't worry, Cart, everything will be fine; you won't have to medevac everybody all by yourself, Aiden will share the burden I'm sure the team will handle the situation accordingly.
Also, expect a post from me today or tomorrow
Also, expect a post from me today or tomorrow
Greetings. S'been a while.
Not sure if you're still lurking around, but remember that one roleplay we had to interrupt last year's autumn? I am now willing to continue that from where we had left it, I have 85% of that story etched in my mind. I hate the fact that I was forced to put and end to it there, but my life suddenly became full of everything; since I'm in the final stage of my exams, my spare time is growing exponentially and I would be more than happy to end that thing.
Not sure if you're still lurking around, but remember that one roleplay we had to interrupt last year's autumn? I am now willing to continue that from where we had left it, I have 85% of that story etched in my mind. I hate the fact that I was forced to put and end to it there, but my life suddenly became full of everything; since I'm in the final stage of my exams, my spare time is growing exponentially and I would be more than happy to end that thing.
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The wolf was vibrating with positive energy, Aidan could tell, judging by the pilot's vigorous (if not exaggerated) handshake; not only that, but his entire attitude was infectious. Ken's optimistic demeanour spread rather easily, managing to light the medic's mood to the point he didn't feel all that uncomfortable anymore; he really liked people similar to Kensington, it was the sort of thing that could recharge his batteries after a long, strenuous day, or a very shitty shift: just sitting and having a chat with someone ever so happy to talk and interact with people. Aidan's whole body relaxed as a consequence and comfortably leaned against the bar counter, support half of his weight on one elbow as he listened to his new comrade speak; he silently chuckled as Ken expressed his relief that the medic will take his responsibility to aid the wounded, but he could only disagree about the great value of a good first aid.
"Believe me, first aid saves more lives than a good surgeon. Or maybe I shouldn't have said that..." he half-reconsidered his words in a typical display of his rather dark sense a humour, something he couldn't really contain. He shrugged nonchalantly and continued "That's what the statistics say, anyways. Really, any kind of medical help in the 'golden hour' is vital, it's much better than standing there and pretend the guy didn't get hit." Aidan said before he readopted his neutral smile and continued to listen to his new chatting partner. The wolf interrupted his conversation at some point, cutting himself off; maybe he almost slipped something of personal value that the doctor shouldn't be aware of?
"Then again... what?" But seeing that he immediately changed the subject, Aidan didn't insist on that and instead gave an amused snort at the wolf's comment about snouts and skirts, followed by a facepalm and a light chuckle. " Oi...'n' here I thought I wouldn't have to teach you kids Sex Ed; I swear, I memorized those fucking brochures inside and out after reading them so many times in front of classrooms." As his colleague turned his head to ask about "alcohol or pop", Aidan looked at his own half-empty bottle and considered he didn't need another round. This small window gave him an opportunity and register a new face, the very distinguishable, albeit small, bat pilot. Shona he recalled as his eyes quickly followed her movements; he had such a strong feeling of déjà vu he nearly dashed towards her to ask if they knew each other, but he was convinced it was the first time he saw her. Actually, the sentiment also applied to his new superior and one of the tigers, Michael Nawlin. Was his mind trying to cope with this new situation and attempt to drill these new faces in his subconscious so hard that they felt like distant, old friends; or maybe he was very tired. None the less, once Kensington turned around, Aidan thought to continue their dialogue, starting with an open question. Maybe I should stop taking histories from people and actually fucking talk to them, for once he scolded himself seconds after he blurted out three questions in a single salvo:
"How's work treating you? Anything interesting happened on the field with ya? Hey, how about that drill I heard you guys were doing, how'd that work out?" he took a very short break before mumbling "I really need to break the habit of bombarding people with questions like it's my business, huh?"
"Believe me, first aid saves more lives than a good surgeon. Or maybe I shouldn't have said that..." he half-reconsidered his words in a typical display of his rather dark sense a humour, something he couldn't really contain. He shrugged nonchalantly and continued "That's what the statistics say, anyways. Really, any kind of medical help in the 'golden hour' is vital, it's much better than standing there and pretend the guy didn't get hit." Aidan said before he readopted his neutral smile and continued to listen to his new chatting partner. The wolf interrupted his conversation at some point, cutting himself off; maybe he almost slipped something of personal value that the doctor shouldn't be aware of?
"Then again... what?" But seeing that he immediately changed the subject, Aidan didn't insist on that and instead gave an amused snort at the wolf's comment about snouts and skirts, followed by a facepalm and a light chuckle. " Oi...'n' here I thought I wouldn't have to teach you kids Sex Ed; I swear, I memorized those fucking brochures inside and out after reading them so many times in front of classrooms." As his colleague turned his head to ask about "alcohol or pop", Aidan looked at his own half-empty bottle and considered he didn't need another round. This small window gave him an opportunity and register a new face, the very distinguishable, albeit small, bat pilot. Shona he recalled as his eyes quickly followed her movements; he had such a strong feeling of déjà vu he nearly dashed towards her to ask if they knew each other, but he was convinced it was the first time he saw her. Actually, the sentiment also applied to his new superior and one of the tigers, Michael Nawlin. Was his mind trying to cope with this new situation and attempt to drill these new faces in his subconscious so hard that they felt like distant, old friends; or maybe he was very tired. None the less, once Kensington turned around, Aidan thought to continue their dialogue, starting with an open question. Maybe I should stop taking histories from people and actually fucking talk to them, for once he scolded himself seconds after he blurted out three questions in a single salvo:
"How's work treating you? Anything interesting happened on the field with ya? Hey, how about that drill I heard you guys were doing, how'd that work out?" he took a very short break before mumbling "I really need to break the habit of bombarding people with questions like it's my business, huh?"
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I'll work on it tonight, can't guarantee I'll finish it, though. Worst case scenario it'll be up by tomorrow, but keep your eyes peeled!
As promised (?), post's up. Not much, but it's there.
As promised (?), post's up. Not much, but it's there.
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Voltaire said
Oh man! It's so awesome to see so many of the old crew (at least the ones I knew) still trucking along in this. Keep up the good work guys!
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VOLT! The hell are you doing dressed up like a civvie? Get in your GEAR and fall in, on the double!
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