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[*Lovel*]

Karissa Blackwell | Tags: Embry, Kipp | Location: hallway
Karissa looked inside the training room. She nodded in approval of the training room. "I just want to get better at using my powers, the training room is best for that." she stated trying to explain why she wanted to see the training room. Kipp seemed a bit glum, she gave him a small smile "Thanks for showing us this, I'm open to seeing whatever you want to show us next." she said softly.

[Not here]

Jessica Marie Delgado | Marie
|Scared & Furious|Rebel Adviser|Shiftier & Shadows|Human|General’s Room|Ansel, Milo, the Trio|

Her hands gripped him tightly as he helped pull her up. Her hand reached up from her now unfolded arms and rested on her head. The headache was back again; not quite as bad as the last time but still present. After wiping the dirt off her clothes, she noticed that Ansel was offering an arm for her to rely on. Instinctively, her face registered disgust. "As kind as you have been, I'll have to decline. I already feel gross being on the floor and I don't know you well enough."

Her stride was strong as she turned away from him and started for the general's corridors. Once they had reached the door, she did bow her head slightly in gratitude as he grabbed the knob. "Thank you."

She stepped into the room, mindful that Ansel was at her back, which caused some unease. Her eyes first went to the trio then Milo. The air seemed tense. "Uh." Confusion began to set in as she kept looking back and forth. Her body turned to look at Ansel then around the room. "This is the general's room, right?" Her glare had turned to Milo, who was sitting in Andy’s chair. "So why are you sitting in his chair, Adviser Milo?" The tone in her voice was unpleasant as her eyes narrowed on them.

Does he even know that Milo is doing this? I'll have to disinfect that later.

Her skin was crawling as she thought about the germs already crawling on the chair and the bacteria that could make him sick. That could cause more stress for Graham.

Her head turned towards the trio, scanning their faces, then her body turned to look at Ansel. Her eyebrows furrowed together. She didn't recognize the group either. Even Milo looked older. Her head turned towards Milo with big doe-like eyes standing in front of headlights.

"Something's not right here. Where's Andy?"

[zara3447]

⇢ 𝒛𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆
- 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒂 -
taskforce 117 • squad member • 21yrs • poison touch, mithridatism • 5'10 • cis female • pansexual
location; rec room • mentions; TARS • tags; river, rhys
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“Target practice? Now I’m interested.” Her grin quickly slipped off her face as River’s arm looped her in, holding her immobile as he delivered his little revenge. To hell with setting a good example. With a snide pout and a twinkle in her eye, she shoved him bodily off the couch. “I think you just signed yourself up as our practice dummy, spideyboy. Also, he doesn’t need to worry about his food. I would never poison such a gentleman. You, however, better watch your plate tonight.” Leaning over, she blew him a kiss, swinging her legs off the couch. “And don’t kid yourself, honey. I’m the highlight of your afternoon.”

Stepping over his prone figure, Zandria made her way over to Rhys. She raised a brow at the gloves as she took his hand, not saying a word, but something subtle softening in her expression. “It really is good to meet you. New blood is always welcome, especially for that one. I swear, he tires of people faster than toddlers tire of toys.” She tilted her head at the man on the ground, a fond edge to her tone and no trace of reprimand. “I assume the little owlet waylaid you before you could officially meet the captain? Good thing I showed up in time, or he’d keep you around for another hour at least, just entertaining him. Captain’s in his room. This way.” Spinning on the heels of her boots, she walked back to the couch to offer River a hand.

Glancing back over her shoulder as the thought struck her, she fixed Rhys with a meaningful look. “Oh, by the by. If David looks a little rough around the edges, kindly don’t mention it.” Rolling her eyes, she muttered under her breath, “well, actually, I doubt he would care. Still, we must be polite, to make up for the ones not programmed with common courtesy, hmm?”

⇥ ｌｏｒｅｎｚｏ ｍｏｒｅｔｔｉ
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rebellion • gatherer • 29yrs • infrared vision • 6'3 • cis male • heterosexual
location; mess hall entrance • mentions; jerran • tags; sienna
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Lorenzo followed after Sienna, gaze skating over the clump of people in the hallway and then away from them again. However bad it sounded, that wasn’t his mess to clean, or even one he could really help out with. It looked to be in capable hands right now, from the forms he could make out.

At Sienna’s question, he immediately offered a shake of his head. “I know as little as you do, I’m assuming. Half the news anchors out there probably know more, but cable and internet access isn’t exactly the greatest here in the base.” Well, that was an understatement. It was spotty at the best of times, and with a major event like this morning’s, service was guaranteed to be jammed up.

A sudden thought crossed his mind, causing him to quicken his pace. “Actually, I was going to meet a friend for dinner tonight. It slipped my mind with all of the commotion. He doesn’t stay at base, so I’d bet he has more information than either of us. It’s a little early though, so I don’t know if he’s arrived yet. Can’t hurt to check. If that’s alright with you?” He asked her, pausing at the entrance to the mess hall.

⇴ 𝓪𝓿𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮
- 𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓮 -
rebellion • recruit • 16yrs • perception distortion, apnea • 5'0 • cis female • asexual
location; elevators • mentions; n/a • tags; edie, michael, tish
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So they weren’t the ‘kill first, ask questions later’ type, which was good. She was duly grateful, grey eyes tracking the exchange between the woman—Edie—and the obscenely tall man she had insulted moments ago. For all that they were a bunch of hostile, super-powered rebels, these soldiers seemed more inclined to talk than to fight. Until they weren’t, or at least she wasn’t, the hard-eyed soldier yanking her by the shoulders and throwing her roughly to the ground.

Startled, Avangeline went with the motion, the impact jarring through her left shoulder and scraping the skin off the side of her face. She almost reacted on instinct, tensing to fighting back, before the logical part of her brain caught up and she forced herself still. Of course. There would be a ceremony to joining. Initiation. Or perhaps merely punishment. Either way, she should have expected this. The girl made no move to lift herself up off the concrete, cheek stinging where it pressed against the rough, cold surface. Flat gaze, dead eyes, lips pressed thin in a sullen line. Stare fixed on a crack in the ground, she waited for the next blow to fall. Words murmured above her head, washed away in a rising wave of white noise as her world narrowed down in crystalline clarity on that one spot. The familiar sensation of bracing and blocking out everything else, a comfort and a helplessness both. Would it be a boot to the ribs? Maybe they’d put a bullet or two into her…

She waited, expectant, frozen. Waited for a hit that never came. Gradually, the world came back into focus, punctuated by repetitive, dull rings and the cadence of conversation almost lulling, like background noise. The first thing she noticed was that the weapons had switched hands, the location of the rifle of much more concern to her than the conversation. It didn’t register that they were talking about her until the redheaded girl called her name, drawing her attention upwards. "C'mon, Avangeline. Only reason I'll be hurting you is if you put us in any more danger than you already have. Get yourself up and let's go."

She obeyed, because what else could she do? Her shoulder throbbed as she pushed herself up with wary movements, a dull echo of the sharper sting in her face. The pain in her chest was less distracting, but a deeper, more foreboding ache. She gave no sign of either, motions controlled and expression cautious. Did she believe a word of the girl’s promise? Not at all. Nonetheless, Avangeline offered a curt nod, making her way toward the open elevator doors. Careful not to meet Edie or the giant’s gaze, she gave them a wide a berth as she passed by.

Stepping into the cramped lift, she fitted herself into the far corner. She made herself as small as possible, which, considering her tiny form, wasn’t all that hard. It was odd, that the rebels hadn’t retaliated against her for following them. Yet. Very likely, they were only waiting to bring her into the base before punishing her for her actions. But at that point, it wouldn’t matter. She would gladly take it, any of it, because she had made it. Her shot in the dark had actually worked. She’d finally managed to find the rebellion. And the consequences, whatever they may be, would be worth the chance to figure out how exactly her powers could keep her from ever being helpless again.

[rex.]

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|Taskforce 117|Soldier|Male|Pansexual|Nerve Alteration|Tags: River, Zandria |Mentions:|Mood:Excited, Nervous|Location:Rec Room|

Rhys grinned. It was nice to see the two joking around. He gave Zandria's hand a firm, yet gentle, shake and a smile.

At the mention of the Captian, the Australian nodded and quickly rose to his feet. 'Aw man...' he thought to himself, somewhat shamed that he forgot about introducing himself. He cared deeply about being polite, especially when with new people. When the lady said that he was rough around the edges, Rhys frowned lightly. His nerves were now taking hold of his behaviour. "Is...is the captain particularly rude?", the pause in his sentence was always a telltale sign of the man's nerves. He crossed his arms around himself, looking towards the pair.

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saša milovanović (milo) | the general | dream walking [-8] | general's study | tagged: fireflies, shinoto, akiko, ansel, jessica | mentioned: edie

milo's eye narrowed, and they snorted softly.

"listen, kid. my job is to judge people. i'm going to level with you, here, and tell you exactly why. say you have a young woman walk into your base and demand to be a soldier. you take the word of her friends, and, despite her complete and utter lack of respect, you make her a part of your revolution. a day later, there's infighting because of her attitude. after one week, your flock is starting to pick sides between themselves. one group starts to think that maybe this isn't the best way after all, and starts choosing which of your orders they're going to follow. after a month, there's a fallout that leads to one or more of them leaving the fold, and the second they open their mouths--"

with one smooth motion, milo deftly pulled colt from its holster and tugged back the hammer finger tight on the trigger. slowly, they lifted their empty hand, and lifted their fingers to point at akiko's forehead. "...pow. you go out on a routine mission, and suddenly you're surrounded by taskforce officers. what you don't seem to understand, akiko, is that those officers aren't here to reform us. they're here to eliminate us, and if they're given even the smallest margin of upperhand..."

the general tugged in a long, low breath, letting it out in a sigh as they placed the weapon on the bed beside them. "so i can't hesitate, either. i trust officer crowe. she's a woman after my own heart, and she's got good instinct. if she's got any inkling that you'll be a danger to us, she won't miss a beat while she puts you six feet under. i'd love to have more help, but don't cross me or my people ever again."

the door opened, and it pulled milo from their intense watch of the trio. relief made their features soften as their gaze fell on ansel, first, then the young woman in front of him. she looked confused, to say the least, and the soldier's eyes told them that something was wrong. a slow, deliberate shake of the head... it's not good, boss. the general pursed their lips, but jessica was spitting venom at them before they had a chance to speak.

"this is the general's room, right?" she was glaring at them like they were some sort of trash, and that probably made them more furious than anything they'd experienced so far that day. "so why are you sitting in his chair, adviser milo? something's not right here. where's andy?"

"...even if i was still advisor, jessica, it wouldn't really be your business." milo hummed, very softly, warning in their tone as they moved to stand. with some difficulty, they shed their coat, dropping the tacky black article onto the bed. their shirt was still damp and warm, the red trailed and smeared down over the leg of their pants, the fabric torn over where the sniper's bullet had pinned them. it was disgusting, certainly, but the move was deliberate. the trio needed to see the consequences of stupidity firsthand.

"sit down. from what i've heard, you're suffering some amnesia."

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felix naomi shor | squad member | human | taskforce hq | tagged: crystal | mentioned: crystal, TARS

"save the niceties. you're a fair bit past that now, weapons specialist." felix snorted wryly. "our captain was mortally wounded in a scuffle this afternoon, and he isn't entertaining company. you wanna press the matter and cause trouble your first day here, or do you want to see your room and get settled in?" she cocked a brow, challenging the newcomer, and decided quite readily that they weren't going to get along. something about her attitude had felix rubbed the wrong way, though she wasn't sure exactly what it was.

[onion]

♥ romi kim / 19 / rebel medic
power: healing touch
location: hall > medbay
tags: anyone in the medbay

"i..." she stuttered, voice trailing off as jess was taken off her knees. "im sorry," romi mumbled quietly, her hands dropping to her sides. she sighed. what a day. turning around, she slipped past anyone left in the hall, a bit embarrassed after the entire ordeal, and landed by the medbay door. she knocked lightly three times. "is anyone in there? ive been told to come help," romi explained.

❖ crystal chang / 20 / tf weapons specialist
power: metal bending
location: tf hq entrance
tags: felix

crystals jaw nearly dropped. who did this girl think she was? "excuse me, but i told you my name is crystal, im going to have to ask you to call me by it from now on, not weapons specialist." she folded her arms and scanned felix again. she didnt like her. no, there was not a single thing she liked about this girl at all. "i had no idea the commander was in turmoil," she explained clearly. "its unfortunate to hear. i still wish to meet him when i can. now, can you show me to where i will be staying?" crystal asked, not happy about having to interact with felix, but nobody else was around...

[Not here]

Jessica Marie Delgado | Marie
|Scared & Furious|Rebel Adviser|Shiftier & Shadows|Human|General’s Room|Ansel, Milo, the Trio|

“…was still advisor…”
Three small words that rattled her brain. “was still”. Not anymore. No longer.
Her eyes looked down at the desk as she was pondering what he saying to her.

Her mind had spaced out for a moment as she took even breaths in from the room.

The room didn’t smell of Andy anymore. It seems like it had been gone for awhile now. Her eyes were focused on something past the desk. Maybe they are playing games with me. Or maybe they are telling the truth. Her head nodded slightly as she thought about the idea. Should I trust them? I don’t even know-

She was pulled from her train of thought as the dull scent of blood hit her nose. Her eyes blinked rapidly for a sec to adjust as her head was turning slightly to look at Milo. It was a quick little moment much like a reptile would do when it caught sight of moving prey.

Jessica’s heart was breaking knowing that Milo had been harmed. She shouldn’t had let them go. She could had prevented it. Her right eye teared up as a pained expression crossed her face. However, MJ was still here and was refusing to relinquish her grip on herself. No matter how loud Jessica was screaming, her appearance had returned turned to stone. It was similar to yelling in open water. She was drowning in herself, struggling to stay a float as her fingers clawed at the water. No one could hear her cries.

Her eyes followed the blood trail down their leg before it trailed their way up towards the ripped fabric. An involuntary shiver caused her body to shake for a moment as if a cold gust of wind had hit her. Germs could had plagued that wound. Bacteria could be spreading in air.

They spoke up before her mind could form a proper sentence asking how the wound occurred. Blood was no stranger to her but her curiosity was merely touched on because her heart was telling her that she cared for this person. It rattled her mind around the concept. Why would she care for someone she didn’t know?

“suffered from amnesia…”

A soft giggle left her mouth as she smiled crookedly at him. “I will not sit down. It’s probably riddled with bacteria. I don’t know what you heard but I am just fine. I think you might had hit your head being as you are in Andy’s seat. I’m gonna have to disinfect this whole room. No thanks to the lot of you. Go get graham. He could you that I am perfectly fine.”

She bowed her head slightly and locked eyes with Milo. It was a challenging glare. “Better yet, I’ll go get Graham myself before I get sick from being in here longer.” This directly translated to “you cant stop me.” Her body turned to leave but Ansel was in her way. An unmovable force that refused to budge on its own.

[pereyra]

luciano ochoa • he/him • musical healing + sleep inducement • rebellion medic • location: medbay • mentions: nobody • tagging: romi
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luciano should have been in the messhall about fifteen minutes ago- not necessarily to eat, really just to keep a leash on sergio, who was sometimes more of a tall child than a functioning adult, getting into anything left in front of her if she went too long without supervision. sergio herself would have called it being adventurous. luciano would call it being a nuisance, even if he’d be the first to laugh at her antics. luciano loved sergio dearly, and the only thing that really compared was the amount of love he put into his job. for him, it was less about healing and more about the music- finding the perfect melody to heal a certain condition could take days, and luciano would more than happily spend that time curled up in his bunk or alone at his work space, writing and rewriting sheets of music until there wasn’t a single note out of place. at present, he found himself in the medbay doing exactly that, a few scattered sheets of music in front of him on a desk and his long hair braided over his shoulder to keep it out of his eyes.

he’d been like this since he’d woken up and had (mostly) gone unbothered. considering how popular a destination the medbay was, it was easy to slip under the radar like that.

so it was kind of funny how all it took to shake luciano from his near trance-like working state was three knocks at the door and a dark-haired woman entering. luciano adjusted his glasses with a small hum of acknowledgement, scribbling down a few more notes before getting up from the desk to approach the woman with a bored expression. “by who?” he asked in reply to her explanation of being sent to help. after having lived on the base for so long, he probably should know her name. truth be told, luciano hadn’t bothered to learn most of the names of the people he was living with.

sergio ochoa • he/him or she/her • bread generation + fungal constructs • rebellion recruit • location: messhall • mentions: none • tagging: open
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given the opportunity, there were about a million places sergio would love to live before she would’ve chosen super secret hush hush rebel base as a home for herself. nobody had asked sergio’s opinion, though, so here she was- stuck making do with what she had, and frankly it wasn’t a whole lot. having been recruited rather recently, sergio hadn’t yet figured out exactly what was allowed and what wasn’t allowed and what was definitely very not allowed and going to get her shot behind a barn while nobody else was looking. she was figuring it out in record timing, though.

sergio didn’t have a lot, sure, but what she did have was magical mushroom powers, and what the base did have was a messhall, a small-ish cafeteria with set times for meals. on one hand, guaranteed access to food was something sergio had never had before- not just in her childhood, but as a young adult, too. she’d spent most of her late teens and early twenties on the road, doing odd jobs for gas money and hoping she had some leftover change for food. on the other hand, just plain stew was so boring- the food in the cafeteria always felt like it was missing a little something, and, well, sergio was sure she knew just the thing. a solid few minutes before lunch was due to start, sergio made her way down to the messhall, proudly supporting a very large and very upside down cap from a chanterelle mushroom as a cool, stylish hat, and carrying a basket of more mushrooms- one’s she’d spent all morning generating herself.

after a quick glance around the messhall to ensure that nobody was watching, sergio made her way over to where the food was sitting out and began depositing handfuls of mushrooms into it. small, edible button mushrooms, of course- she wasn’t a monster.

[sataraxias]

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REBEL SOLDIER // plant manipulation, time perception manipulation
tags // banks [mentioned: hugo] loc. medbay

gonna write him later for you b <3

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TASKFORCE SQUAD MEMBER // truth inducement, butterfly manipulation
tags // wren, max [mentioned: -] loc. taskforce base hallways -> max's room

“Oh, you know me. The curiosity’s eating me alive. Bread and butter factsss don’t sate my appetite.” her lips were once again curving into a smile, humour dancing in the words. Elora listened along as the two walked, eyes widening as she absorbed it all in. She had a lot to say but not nearly enough time to formulate the words before they were arriving at Max’s door. Wren had said they’d talk later. Impatient as ever for more answers, she’d just have to settle for waiting.

That was the ever present- pull with information. New answers led to new answers in an ever turning circle. There would always be new curiosities to be sated. Questions made the world revolve.

Her friend had mentioned the rebellion’s general. Up on the surface? There had to be something going on there, because it wasn’t like Saša Milovanović could just be walking around the Farmer’s Market as casually as a citizen looking to buy fresh produce. Wren had said support- that implied the scuffle hadn’t been around the general originally, which was stranger. And spilled lemonade… she couldn’t even begin to puzzle out what that part meant.

The rebellion had been quiet for so long. Was this scuffle the first herald of coming action? Reassuring as Wren had tried to be about that dark storm cloud on her cheek, Elora still hated that it was there, though at the same time she was glad it wasn’t worse. David’s injuries had been terrible. No human would’ve realistically survived those, and as it was their android captain had barely managed. It was worrying.

Danger was a part of the job. She wished it wasn’t. Her thoughts were so preoccupied that she forgot to even knock on Max’s door before she was already turning the knob and barging in with an energetic, “Max! You in here?”

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REBEL COLLECTOR // telempathy, clairaudience
tags // riku [mentioned: gen] loc. mess hall

“Spoken like a true officer, diplomat dude,” he said warmly. “That’s the spirit!”
Emrys’ eyebrows furrowed, taking in the exhaustion in his officer’s face. It’d been a long day, for everyone. With all that had happened, breakfast felt like it had been months ago. And yet it'd only been a couple of hours since he and Gen had sat at their usual spot lazily conversing. Had they even picked up after themselves? He didn't look, just in case the answer disappointed. “You want some coffee? I can get you some from the instant machine? Or-”

His gaze drifted across the hall to where food had been set out. Seemed like dinner was on schedule despite everything, thank the gatherers. “Or maybe some food? Yum!”

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REBEL SOLDIER // memory overload
tags // blythe [mentioned: jessica, ansel, cairo] loc. hallway

Her hand around his wrist halted his path. Harvey turned back to face Blythe with arched eyebrows. In a way, it was sort of endearing, really- the way her words jogged a marathon to reach what she really meant to say in order to express herself. The delivery left something to be desired, his eyebrows rising higher with every syllable she uttered, but there was truth enough in the words.

Harvey couldn’t help the relief that had spurred up in him at Ansel’s timely arrival. The other soldier was perfectly capable of taking care of matters. As was Cairo. Maybe as Blythe had said, it was time for him to take a back bench. Actually, he had no say in the matter. Ansel had led Jessica away, and there was no need for him to follow. So what was there left to do? He could kill two birds with one stone, he supposed. Offer some relief to whoever guarded the door and get some food from the Mess at the same time to help combat exhaustion. It felt like forever ago that he’d simply been in solitude in the training center, punching at a bag far removed from the chaos of the base. Time always seemed to go slow when so much was compressed into the span of a few hours.

“Okay.” he rolled the word on his tongue loosely, then followed up with, “Come to the Mess Hall with me?"

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REBEL MENTOR // invisibility [on], catoptric teleportation
tags // enzo [mentioned: alice </3, edie, michy] loc. hallway -> mess hall

“Maybe if I waited twenty minutes in the war room I could load a minute of coverage before it buffered again,” Sienna cracked a small smile. “Here’s hoping our people return to give us the details before we turn to government issued facts. No doubt they’ll show us a burning world.”

There was gentle humour in her words, but her brow furrowed ever so slightly, an indication of her real thoughts. They had so little information, and it was frustrating. The facts of what exactly had occurred remained ever elusive, and thus far so had the people she’d been sent to find. Her eyes had been searching those who passed by for the officers and Alice, but so far had only found two new recruits and their resident tin man.

Her pace increased to match Enzo’s as he sped up. “That’s no problem with me. I might try to check with whoever’s on door duty, or maybe I’ll see if Officer Jung is about.” With that last word, she pushed the door to the Mess Hall open and stepped inside, her gaze scanning the assortment of tables and chairs inside to take in the people occupying the space.

She found none of the people she was looking for still, much to her chagrin. What she did find was one of the recruits - one under her personal care, nonetheless, making a nuisance of herself with the rebellion's food supply. Perhaps, if Sergio hadn't been sporting a bright yellow mushroom as a hat, she'd have slipped under her radar, maybe been written off as a recruit simply getting herself food.

Sienna watched silently as mushrooms were plopped into the stew. It was like a switch was flipped: one minute Sienna was visible, the next she'd seemingly just disappearing into thin air. Keeping her footsteps quiet, the mentor wandered from Enzo to stand behind the recruit. Her voice was quiet and perceptionably unimpressed, "Sergio."

[doc .]

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"KIPP" - ♂ - Rebel Soldier - Form
Tags: Karissa + Embry

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He groaned softly. As much as he wanted to retort and just crush their little dreams he had to keep smiling and keep rolling with the punches. Even if the punches came from a teenager who seemed a bit too trigger happy. Either that or just didnt know when to stop talking. Realization hit him and he finally understood what it was like to talk to himself. He sighed and moved them on from the training room, back down the hall and they stopped outside the room with all the beds.
“Dont worry about paying me back. I stole the forks in the first place, so I didnt lose any money. But I would go for a fifty right now if you had some cash to give.. being a rebel doesnt pay well you know!” He chuckled with a smile. Just keep smiling, just roll with it. At least Karissa was minding to herself well. The spitfire on the other hand was just a plain nuisance. Then again there was nothing wrong with that. A couple days in reality would set her straight.
TARS’s world wasnt fun. It wasnt safe. KIPP knew he had to make sure those like Embry werent bold enough to go out alone as if all was well.
Perhaps that training room was good for something, then.
“Anyways this is the room you’ll be sleeping in. You get to pick where you sleep so if you want top or bottom bunk its up to you.”
He pointed out the bunk beds lining the edge of the room
“I should leave you two to do that then, eh? Lets call it the end of the tour. To be honest I’ve already spent a lot of my energy today. At some point I’ll have to plug back in.”
He smiled and shrugged, knowing his sleep schedule would be off but that didnt matter. He got to make two new friends today. At some point he’d go and share his experience with his lovely lady who was waiting for him in the kitchen. He got all giddy just thinking about seeing her. He couldnt wait to see his beautiful partner. He loved talking to her, she was such a good listener.
“But hey! Before you go, I am a good person to talk to if you need anything. I mean you got a familiar face in here now! If you got any questions just ask around or ask me! I’m pretty good at answering questions.”
He smiled at them and waited, sticking around to see if he was needed. If he wasnt, he planned on leaving and going to the kitchen. For now he hung in the doorway of the main sleeping quarters and watched the newbies
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