Midna-Phobia

Those Closest

Kaya looked up curiously as Bryant as he began asking her about his fight and she reached out and placed a head on his forehead. “Are you feeling alright?” She asked with a curious look. “Did you hurt your head or something when you were practicing? You told me that you were supposed to be sparring with Cody today… remember?” Sometimes he really worried her. One day all that electricity really was going to damage his brain or his body and no one was going to be around to help him. What would happen if one day it discharged in his heart?

Kaya didn’t want to think about what life would be like if anything serious ever happened to him. “Maybe you should sit out today-” She began before the door to the gym bust open and a very muscular man walked in, carrying a clipboard.

“Alright!” He shouted, causing Kaya to flinch. “Mr Drew, your usual Power Practical teacher retired last year. I’m your new teacher, my name is Mr Steele. Now I’ve been told sparring was planned today… I’m not sure how this really works, do you guys have a roster or something?”

Those Closest

Not a lot of new content was covered in Power Theory today. Kaya didn’t learn anything note worthy, so she figured it was fine that Bryant hadn't attended. As class finished up she made her way to the gym and sat up on the bleachers, watching as the other students spoke amongst themselves before she opened up her book and began reading over it casually. "Heeeeyyyy Kaya..." She looked up sharply, a frown already on her face before she even saw the source. She knew that tone too well. Bryant only ever used that tone when he’d done something stupid and gotten himself hurt.

She stood up, snapping her book closed as she marched over to him, hitting him with the closed book on the shoulder. “I don’t care what you learnt you big dolt!” She snapped as she placed the book down and took his arm, being a lot gentler with his arm. Leading the boy over to the bleachers she sat down and took out her marker. “I have half a mind to leave your arm like this.” She muttered in an annoyed tone. “Nap my ass.” She quickly drew a circle on the bench between them, filling it with intricate patterns before placing her hands on the circle, causing it to glow gently.

Pulling away the girl let out a small breath before giving him a small smile. “You’re lucky I know you’re fighting today, I would have left your arm the way it was otherwise, teach you a lesson.” She informed him as she wiped the mark away.

In Enemy Territory

I think it's all up to you, since he's your character. I don't like telling people how their characters should react to things. If you need information on what he was talking about though, he was mainly saying how most people in the elemental class would either have the ability to control or produce their element, not usually both and that they were going to learn how to use their abilities both defensively and offensively.

Project Freelancer

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Penn is the explosive guy, Iowa is the medic. Just letting you know.

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Bugger. I'll fix that up now sorry :(

Project Freelancer

As South and North arrived at the gym they were met with another Freelancer, South wasn’t sure if he was complaining or boasting about getting up at four but she figured, since a lot of their time here was designated for personal use unless they had a mission, he was boasting. Now before coming here South had memorised most of the Agents by their amour, since most didn’t have unarmoured pictures attached to their profiles for security reasons. She recognised the armour and was able to identify him in her mind as Agent Oregon however could not place him on the leader board at this point in time.

The girl stood there in a pair of sports shorts and a t-shirt glaring at him, clearly unimpressed. Now North knew that South didn’t often glare at people, but he also knew that she was not used to this military life style yet and having your sleep interrupted was something she was going to have to get used to. “I wouldn’t if I were you.” He said to the other guy with a friendly smile and a laugh, trying to show he didn’t mean it in a threatening way. “She can get kind of cranky before breakfast… especially when she’s tired.”

Giving him a friendly pat on the back he turned and led South off before she did anything stupid. The next few days felt like an eternity for South. North was merciless with the training regime. Every morning he had her up early for physical conditioning, all unarmoured since the amour could only ever do so much to assist your already existing physical abilities he knew South needed to improve her endurance, strength and speed if she wanted to stay alive. They were lucky, in a way, in that the way you spent your time here was mostly up to you. There was no scheduled training or anything like that, it was your own responsibility to make sure you stayed in top condition, so they could work at their own pace.

It wasn’t just physical training though; he also introduced her to most basic training skills, arms practice and the likes. However he also knew he could only teach her so much, so was working on seeking out help for other things. He had Iowa teach her some basic medical stuff, Wash covered most hand to hand stuff and was more than happy to hand her off to Cal to teach her how to driver properly. He didn’t think she was ready for flying or explosives yet. Maybe later. Everything else he had to do his best to cover, since he wanted to keep her lack of experience between those he knew well.

Over the next day’s every now and then groups would be called to the briefing room and would disappear for hours, sometimes days at a time. They were being sent out on actual missions, that’s what everyone was coming back saying anyway and he judged from the way that the leader board was changing that they were telling the truth. It was around breakfast time when they ran into the others. South sat down and simply let her head fall onto the table, her breakfast beside her ignored. She was exhausted. Physically and mentally. The girl hadn’t had any free time over the last few days thanks to North and it was starting to take its toll on her.

Project Freelancer

Phoenix you're right to post now :)

Project Freelancer

South sat in the dark for a long while after Cal left, felling numb. She wasn’t sure how long she stayed there before she rose and made her way slowly back to the room. North once again roused slightly at her return, but either she hadn't been gone that long or he was too sleepy to realise. Lying there she took a few moments to calm down and clear her mind so that she could eventually slip into sleep.

“South? Get up.” Even though if felt like only moments a few hours had passed when North began shaking her gently.

South groaned tiredly and looked at him with an annoyed glare. “What time is it?” She pulled looked at the clock on the bedside table. “Five AM?!” She said loudly. “It’s too early. There’s no such thing as five AM. Let me sleep.”

“Well then you should have gone to bed earlier. Get up! Get dressed. Get ready.” North repeated firmly as he pulled her out of the bed. “Training begins today and you’ve got a lot of ground to make up. You can sleep after breakfast. Which is at eight. We’ve got three hours until then. Come on.” The girl groaned again slowly climbed to her feet, pouting at him.

Project Freelancer

South had since stopped eating, too wrapped up in Cal’s story of his sim. “During the simulation I had only two casualties, an Agent whose name escapes me now and Agent South Dakota." Her breath caught and as he continued to speak it felt as if there was no air in the world. As if she had forgotten how to breathe. As he spoke she wracked her brain trying to figure out if North would kill everyone else if the simulation had been real. She knew he was loyal. Incredibly loyal. But how far did that loyalty run when it was her life at stake?

They’d all seen how harshly he’d reacted when she’d risked her life to save Cal before. “What is with these simulations and killing me?” She blurted out without really thinking about it. Three times now she’d died in these tests. Maybe the project was trying to tell her something and she didn’t like it. Sliding off the bench she walked over to him, kneeling down to look at the man. “I get that it’s hard.” She said gently, resting her hands on his knees. “I get that it messed you up. But I think what you… what we both need to start doing is to learn to separate our emotions from the situation.”

Reaching up the girl gently took hold of Cal’s head, her hands cupping either side of his face, holding it so she could look at him. “I’m here now. I’m not dead and I don’t have any plans on dying any time soon. The important thing is that we can’t let what we saw in there affect our lives now. What you saw wasn’t real, as much as they tried to make you believe so it wasn’t real. Caring is good, but not if it makes you less of a soldier when it really matters. It’s things like that, that will get people killed. Okay?”

Project Freelancer

Walking towards the sound of Cal’s voice South saw something flying out of the darkness, catching it at the last moment. Looking at it she smiled slightly as she moved over towards him and sat on the bench. “I’m always hungry.” She said with a small laugh. That and thanks to North’s sudden departure meant she had missed desert. Opening the bar she began chewing at it contently as Cal eventually began telling her the reason for why he’d wanted to speak with her. However as she listened she became more and more troubled. “That’s… defiantly not legal.” She eventually said softly.

“Then again I’m beginning to question how much illegal activity they’re going to subject us to before all this was over.” And she should know, she’d familiarised herself with almost every law there was firstly in an attempt to find a loop hole and then to ensure she never ended up on the wrong side of the law again. “I mean it could cause a whole plethora of mental issues. I can’t imagine what it must be like.” She gave him a sympathetic look before frowning and looking down. “Okay.” The girl eventually said softly. Really she wasn’t sure what else to say. What could she say? There was nothing she could do to make this better.

In Enemy Territory

It's perfectly fine :) I've been super slack with my rps recently as well. I don't mind waiting at all for you because this is my fave RP ATM so I'd rather you take your time.