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The real question is how your character is coming along though.
That's unfortunate. Anyone else wanna get a post in?
So it would seem as though @TheWizardLizard has dropped off the grid. Also, not sure where @Darkwolfx37 went.
Looks cool so far.
Yey, I did it. Fucking late enough, right?
Upon seeing Berne styand and begin his walk toward the stairwell door, Luciel knew she wasn't going to be allowed to go through with her own stratagem. "Right, safety's off, suppressors on..." he spoke as he placed a hand upon her shoulder, pulling her with force unfelt by her biological form. Such an experience, actions without cause perceived by touch, it was something she wasn't sure she'd ever be used to. "Luciel, I want you to run upstairs. Use the DMR to spot for Iron, if we fail, she'll need all the help she can get."

With an exaggerated sigh of reluctance, along with the flash of a toothy grin behind red tinged lips, Luciel voiced her confirmation of the orders given. "Not quite my area of expertise, zough I suppose leaving my comfort zone is somesing I'll need to get used to if I'm going to be rolling with you guys," her voice, no longer hushed, now carried the full extent of her light accent, a remnant of ancestors from Earth long passed.

She began to make her way out the door after the Sergeant, when he turned and raised a finger. "Contempt is never justified." The man stared into her eyes, and she back into his. Her mind flashed to her old squadmates, looking into each of their eyes as they moved hurriedly through the rubble she braced above herself. As she returned to reality, Luciel was unaware of exactly how much time had passed. She was still looking into his eyes, the fact he was even still there suggested it had only been seconds. Perhaps too late she darkened her visor and made her ascent, setting her feet on the handrail circling the middle of the staircase and grabbing hold of the rail above her, vaulting up to the next flight of stairs in one fluid motion.

If he thinks this is bad, he's just lucky none of them died. That's what made it worth the sacrifice. Luciel took a few seconds to compose herself, remembering to holster her M7S on her left hip before exiting the door onto the rooftop. "How's it going zere, Iron? Berne sent me up to help you out if sings are to get ugly. I'm just hoping I von't be in your vay." Luciel strode over to the edge of the building, laying prone slowly to avoid making excess noise from her prosthetics against the concrete. Once she settled Luciel removed her DMR from her back, adjusting the strap of the grenade launcher she had been carrying to prevent it from getting caught. Her HUD lit up once more with the orange outlines of the distant crowd as Luciel activated her VISR. Bringing her rifle in front of her, Luciel switched the select fire from safety to single shot, hoping for the best though preparing for the worst.
I'm gonna work the Ukraine bit into my CS, then I'll have a post up sometime before I sleep hopefully. I'll probably work on it during my smoke.
@VilhelmOh, yes, CHIRAQ. The best tourist destination. Enjoy your free bullet souvenirs.
I believe I have decided on Ukraine being the driving force behind her mixed heritage. Economically right below Hungary, recognizes the Hungarian language, plus I actually enjoy the sound of it.
It's all good, that'd explain why you appear here for extended periods of time though.

EDIT: I just remembered that Bavaria is a part of Germany. Austria will probably be the furthest west I go with this.
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