October 18th. I'll be 22, and I still have no idea how to adult.
Songster Gecko Member
My last two braincells searching for a thought
STATUS: a birthday simply marks one more year towards my sell-by date, assuming i haven't crossed it yet 3 yrs ago
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a birthday simply marks one more year towards my sell-by date, assuming i haven't crossed it yet
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3 yrs ago
the act of trying is already a huge first step! *REDACTED* that little *REDACTED* 's *REDACTED* up!
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3 yrs ago
twin-tail cat girls, my friends. short or long, twin-tails are the way
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3 yrs ago
preach it, brother; enlightened are the ones who acknowledged their likings for catgirls
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3 yrs ago
the truth is, everyone has a thing for cat girls. the question or not is whether if one is self-aware. once awareness has been reached, the possibilities of anthro-girls are limitless. such is the way
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@DegenerateThree
For steadfast and genuine replies when I'm in a tirade mode. For being patient with me when I can't spew anything for our roleplay, yet telling him about the "other ones I'm in". For being a fellow Asian raised very close to my hometown (Asian country) so I feel less awkward as a banana. And for teasing my perverted autocorrect instead of freaking out like a pansy.
Thanks, man.
It was my pleasure, friend.
I was under the impression that Jaina and Trisha had some form of field experience, judging by what was written in their character sheets.
Thanks man, I appreciate it. Was quite worried that I may have placed a bit too much tension between our teams, to be honest, but I just wanted to inject some drama into this.
Sorry for the delay, but I got my post up.
Vasily listened to the briefing in silence, with his arms folded across his broad chest and his eyes impassive. The mission sounded, and probably was, deceptively simple. On paper, it seemed rather straightforward; the teams would infiltrate the compound, take the enemy by surprise, rescue the hostages and fight their way to extraction. With the teams available, that would not be a problem. They could very easily take on twice their number of insurgents and still come out relatively unscathed, of that Vasily was confident. The problem came with the extraction of the hostages. Even with a total fighting strength of fifteen, Vasily did not like their chances of babysitting whilst in a combat zone.
He cast a sideways glance at the leader of the Disgraced Phoenixes. If Meng Lie was here, he would have taken away five from their total fighting strength. The Chinese man had never been silent about his disapproval of the Phoenixes, albeit he kept his complaints to snide remarks or calmly-delivered quips. Even though Vasily wanted the teams to get along as much as possible, he found it hard to not see his friend's point-of-view. He had taken a look at the service history of the Phoenixes, and didn't quite like what he saw. Apart from two of their team, the rest didn't really have much in the way of practical experience.
Vasily shrugged mentally. The same could be said for his team, if he had to be honest. With the exception of Meng Lie, himself and Anahera, the last two members had been members of peacetime armies. Well-trained, with excellent attitudes, but ultimately lacking experience in real combat scenarios. Despite that, Vasily felt confident that they would carry out their duties to the best of their abilities in this first mission.
"Well," Vasily began and cleared his throat. "I would suggest we insert via helicopter. We can land two or three kilometers away from the target buildings and march the rest of the way to maintain stealth. I would recommend silenced weapons. We must remain hidden until the very last moment, otherwise we stand to lose the hostages." He paused, recalling a few memories from his deployment to Syria, then looked at Sergei. "Do we have any intelligence on the status of the buildings? IEDs, booby traps?"
Armoury
The rifle felt comfortable in Meng Lie's hands, as if it had been built specially for him. He lifted it up, holding it against the bright, white fluorescent lights embedded in the armoury's ceiling. Satisfied that the barrel was free of any major defects, at least on the outside, he placed the rifle back onto the table in front of him, then wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. He had just spent the last four hours stripping, inspecting and cleaning every weapon used by every member of the present squads. Most saw the task of weapon maintenance as dreary, but Meng Lie thought otherwise. He found it a therapeutic break from an otherwise repetitive daily schedule.
Of course, there was a practical reason for his actions. He wanted to personally ensure that everyone's weapon was in top form during a mission. A single rifle jamming or a launcher misfiring could cost an innocent's life, and that was simply unacceptable to Meng Lie. He had been trained to be better than that. As the only operator present to have a service history that was exclusively with a police, rather than military, force, Meng Lie was well aware that he would be under more scrutiny than anyone else. Well, they could examine him as much as they wanted; Meng Lie was careful to never be anything less than professional.
He picked up an M21 rifle manufactured by Zastava. Vasily may have put the squad together, but the Russian had allowed Meng Lie to do most of the day-to-day planning, and Meng Lie ran a very tight ship. He had insisted on standardizing the equipment of the squad. The other teams could do as they wished, but Firelight was his team. The first thing Meng Lie had done was to select a rifle for the team, and the Zastava M21 had been the one he had chosen. With a system based on the AK and firing the common 5.56 cartridge, it was a rifle that was both easy for anyone to learn to use as well as easy on R.E.S.C.U.E's logistics branch.
Meng Lie carefully centered the rifle on his work table, then began to disassemble it. There was work to be done.
Mess Hall
"Drink! Drink! Drink!"
Anahera practically shouted that word over and over again in Ashton's ear as she hovered around him like a starving mosquito. The last round of poker between her, Asthon and Seung-Min had turned out badly for the Singaporean, and thus he had to pay the forfeit. The plastic cup he was now steadily draining had originally been filled with Milo - a sort of chocolate drink - but as the stakes were slowly raised, the three of them added more and more questionable items. From Ashton, it was soy sauce. From Anahera, a generous dollop of Thousand Island sauce and from Seung-Min, a pinch of kimchi.
To Ashton's credit, he waited until the cup was drained and smashed against the table before breaking out in a hacking cough. "You-" He began, but was interrupted by a series of coughs. He sat up straight, closed his eyes for a moment and took in a deep breath before speaking once more. "You two are fucking insane." He said, then shot Seung-Min an icy glare. "I nearly choked on your bloody kimchi, you know that?"
Seung-Min shrugged. The Korean rarely spoke, though the slight grin on her face certainly told Anahera that she was having fun. "Aw, come on, Ash," Anahera said as she gently patted the Singaporean's back. "It was all in good fun, and besides," She paused and stood up straight, dramatically pressing a thumb to her chest. "You've got a certified medic over here."
Ashton looked at her for a moment before saying, "You threw thousand island sauce into something that's basically liquid chocolate. Forgive me if I doubt your credentials."
Anahera made a show of deflating before returning to her seat next to Seung-Min. "Well, I'm the one you fellas are stuck with, so you'd better get used to me." She said and gave Ashton a playful wink. Even from their very first day, Anahera knew that the Singaporean was the sort who played by the rules and would be the last person to go wild in a party. In short, he was the kind of person a person like Anahera loved to tease. It was almost like a routine between the two of them; Anahera would say something strange or flirtatious, and Ashton would reply with a quip.
He did not disappoint in this particular instance. "Please tell me we can do trade-ins" He deadpanned, and even Seung-Min giggled at that.
"Only within two months of purchase, buddy." Anahera replied with a laugh.
Ashton sighed, shook his head and began gathering the cards on the table into a pile. "Right, time for round three. I'm not losing this time. My stomach can't take another one of your potions."
He cast a sideways glance at the leader of the Disgraced Phoenixes. If Meng Lie was here, he would have taken away five from their total fighting strength. The Chinese man had never been silent about his disapproval of the Phoenixes, albeit he kept his complaints to snide remarks or calmly-delivered quips. Even though Vasily wanted the teams to get along as much as possible, he found it hard to not see his friend's point-of-view. He had taken a look at the service history of the Phoenixes, and didn't quite like what he saw. Apart from two of their team, the rest didn't really have much in the way of practical experience.
Vasily shrugged mentally. The same could be said for his team, if he had to be honest. With the exception of Meng Lie, himself and Anahera, the last two members had been members of peacetime armies. Well-trained, with excellent attitudes, but ultimately lacking experience in real combat scenarios. Despite that, Vasily felt confident that they would carry out their duties to the best of their abilities in this first mission.
"Well," Vasily began and cleared his throat. "I would suggest we insert via helicopter. We can land two or three kilometers away from the target buildings and march the rest of the way to maintain stealth. I would recommend silenced weapons. We must remain hidden until the very last moment, otherwise we stand to lose the hostages." He paused, recalling a few memories from his deployment to Syria, then looked at Sergei. "Do we have any intelligence on the status of the buildings? IEDs, booby traps?"
Armoury
The rifle felt comfortable in Meng Lie's hands, as if it had been built specially for him. He lifted it up, holding it against the bright, white fluorescent lights embedded in the armoury's ceiling. Satisfied that the barrel was free of any major defects, at least on the outside, he placed the rifle back onto the table in front of him, then wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. He had just spent the last four hours stripping, inspecting and cleaning every weapon used by every member of the present squads. Most saw the task of weapon maintenance as dreary, but Meng Lie thought otherwise. He found it a therapeutic break from an otherwise repetitive daily schedule.
Of course, there was a practical reason for his actions. He wanted to personally ensure that everyone's weapon was in top form during a mission. A single rifle jamming or a launcher misfiring could cost an innocent's life, and that was simply unacceptable to Meng Lie. He had been trained to be better than that. As the only operator present to have a service history that was exclusively with a police, rather than military, force, Meng Lie was well aware that he would be under more scrutiny than anyone else. Well, they could examine him as much as they wanted; Meng Lie was careful to never be anything less than professional.
He picked up an M21 rifle manufactured by Zastava. Vasily may have put the squad together, but the Russian had allowed Meng Lie to do most of the day-to-day planning, and Meng Lie ran a very tight ship. He had insisted on standardizing the equipment of the squad. The other teams could do as they wished, but Firelight was his team. The first thing Meng Lie had done was to select a rifle for the team, and the Zastava M21 had been the one he had chosen. With a system based on the AK and firing the common 5.56 cartridge, it was a rifle that was both easy for anyone to learn to use as well as easy on R.E.S.C.U.E's logistics branch.
Meng Lie carefully centered the rifle on his work table, then began to disassemble it. There was work to be done.
Mess Hall
"Drink! Drink! Drink!"
Anahera practically shouted that word over and over again in Ashton's ear as she hovered around him like a starving mosquito. The last round of poker between her, Asthon and Seung-Min had turned out badly for the Singaporean, and thus he had to pay the forfeit. The plastic cup he was now steadily draining had originally been filled with Milo - a sort of chocolate drink - but as the stakes were slowly raised, the three of them added more and more questionable items. From Ashton, it was soy sauce. From Anahera, a generous dollop of Thousand Island sauce and from Seung-Min, a pinch of kimchi.
To Ashton's credit, he waited until the cup was drained and smashed against the table before breaking out in a hacking cough. "You-" He began, but was interrupted by a series of coughs. He sat up straight, closed his eyes for a moment and took in a deep breath before speaking once more. "You two are fucking insane." He said, then shot Seung-Min an icy glare. "I nearly choked on your bloody kimchi, you know that?"
Seung-Min shrugged. The Korean rarely spoke, though the slight grin on her face certainly told Anahera that she was having fun. "Aw, come on, Ash," Anahera said as she gently patted the Singaporean's back. "It was all in good fun, and besides," She paused and stood up straight, dramatically pressing a thumb to her chest. "You've got a certified medic over here."
Ashton looked at her for a moment before saying, "You threw thousand island sauce into something that's basically liquid chocolate. Forgive me if I doubt your credentials."
Anahera made a show of deflating before returning to her seat next to Seung-Min. "Well, I'm the one you fellas are stuck with, so you'd better get used to me." She said and gave Ashton a playful wink. Even from their very first day, Anahera knew that the Singaporean was the sort who played by the rules and would be the last person to go wild in a party. In short, he was the kind of person a person like Anahera loved to tease. It was almost like a routine between the two of them; Anahera would say something strange or flirtatious, and Ashton would reply with a quip.
He did not disappoint in this particular instance. "Please tell me we can do trade-ins" He deadpanned, and even Seung-Min giggled at that.
"Only within two months of purchase, buddy." Anahera replied with a laugh.
Ashton sighed, shook his head and began gathering the cards on the table into a pile. "Right, time for round three. I'm not losing this time. My stomach can't take another one of your potions."
Right, might be my last post for the day. I've got some stuff I gotta take care of.
Rhys let out a low whistle. That did sound creepy, scary, even, but he wasn't entirely convinced that the cause was supernatural. "Maybe someone's just screwing with him, y'know?" He suggested. It would have made for a distasteful prank, but it was the one possibility which Rhys would bet on. After all, he would have thought that if the guy was really being haunted by his dead girlfriend, she would just haunt him directly rather than going through Facebook. It seemed like a needlessly complicated way to just haunt a person. "Do they even get wifi in the afterlife?" He joked, hoping to put Rainbow at ease with a lighthearted quip.
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Fletcher was taken aback by Murphy's sudden change in personality. In the office, she had been energetic and affable, but now her words sounded rather hostile to his ears. He didn't doubt that Noon and her had some form of history, and not a pleasant one at that. He wanted to know more, but knew that it was not his place to pry, especially since he had only known them for less than a day. Perhaps there wasn't even much to pry, and this was just the result of a spat from the week before. "Yes, I was talking about her." Fletcher said.
It was only then did he take notice of their surroundings. They had traversed stairs, alleys and streets that seemed to be just a blur to him, but now they stood in front of a building that looked like the sort of place that only came to life at night. "Um, where are we?" He asked.
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Fletcher was taken aback by Murphy's sudden change in personality. In the office, she had been energetic and affable, but now her words sounded rather hostile to his ears. He didn't doubt that Noon and her had some form of history, and not a pleasant one at that. He wanted to know more, but knew that it was not his place to pry, especially since he had only known them for less than a day. Perhaps there wasn't even much to pry, and this was just the result of a spat from the week before. "Yes, I was talking about her." Fletcher said.
It was only then did he take notice of their surroundings. They had traversed stairs, alleys and streets that seemed to be just a blur to him, but now they stood in front of a building that looked like the sort of place that only came to life at night. "Um, where are we?" He asked.
Rhys let out a huff and turned around to face Rainbow. "Well, if she did cheat on me, then I'd like to think that I'd haunt the bastard she cheated on me with, and all her subsequent dates." He said, a sliver of his exasperation showing through. If Rainbow wanted to say something, then he would have appreciated it if she just said it straight instead of talking in circles and in the most obtuse of manners. It was frustrating, having to guess the meaning behind her words. "Come on Rain, what's on your mind? You don't normally talk this much." He said and folded his arms across his chest.
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Fletcher took that as his cue to leave with Murphy, and so he followed obediently behind her as she left. From the way she had spoken and her general stature, Fletcher guessed that he may have made a mistake somewhere along the line. It was not exactly how he had hoped for his first day to go, but mistakes were to be expected. He had known that it was going to be tough going from a military to a civilian environment, and it would take time before he got accustomed to working without rigid chains of commands and ranks.
"I was only trying to be nice, I meant no offence." He said as he followed behind Murphy. She had said that they were going out, but he still wasn't sure where. It was still hours to dinner, and honestly, he just wanted to get something to eat.
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Fletcher took that as his cue to leave with Murphy, and so he followed obediently behind her as she left. From the way she had spoken and her general stature, Fletcher guessed that he may have made a mistake somewhere along the line. It was not exactly how he had hoped for his first day to go, but mistakes were to be expected. He had known that it was going to be tough going from a military to a civilian environment, and it would take time before he got accustomed to working without rigid chains of commands and ranks.
"I was only trying to be nice, I meant no offence." He said as he followed behind Murphy. She had said that they were going out, but he still wasn't sure where. It was still hours to dinner, and honestly, he just wanted to get something to eat.
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