(( xD, Blackbird. That little weirded out...hug face...thing. I love it. xD. But you made the right choice. If you hugged Laurence, I'm sure he'd be bathing for weeks while rocking back and forth and chanting weird mumbles that it was all just a terrible dream. xD. ))
Brecht Dietrich :: General :: Rennick
Brecht watched as the training session began to progress, the trainees following their instruction and most applying it effectively enough. Well, she did see a few of them that tempted her greatly to snap quickly at to compose themselves, but, as she had not volunteered to help, she controlled herself and simply watched them with a contemptuous disapproval until some of them noticed. They quickly seemed to begin attempting to better their performance, but her stern staring was cut short when she head a distinct thud against the ground. Instinct cause her eyes to whip over to the source of the sound, in which she found General Stone sitting flat on his rear. She snorted as he quickly leaped up and brushed it off as nonchalantly as a cat that just fell gracelessly from a tree, rolling her eyes away from him in annoyance. She had no idea how long it had been, but, eventually the training was over, Ending with Mcgurine successfully tiring out one of their newer subordinates, Emma, as she had recalled most sharply because of Mcgurine's previous use of it. She smirked, watching as Mcgurine helped the poor girl up to her feet, the other two boys that had once accompanied her knocked out of the competition long ago. Then, the training completed, the announcement of class being dismissed echoed through the gym and the commander walked to the exit, letting the trainees out before following suit. She did not return his nod as he left, grimacing as the door creaked shut with a clamber that echoed sharply throughout the almost empty room. Almost. To her dismay, General Stone was still there. Mcgurine had just abandoned her with him. She sighed through her throat, though it never escaped her closed lips as she pinched the bridge of her nose. She pursed her lips, clenching her eyes shut briefly before she composed herself, slowly straightening up and needlessly dusting off the lapels of her former military uniform. She began her trip down the the exit with her sometimes typical strong stride, her eyes locked ahead of her until she inevitably reached General Stone. She stopped abruptly in front of him, her lips tense sourly as she considered something briefly in her mind. She flicked a sharp gaze suddenly at him. "Being captured wouldn't have been your best option if you had gone on your patrol properly prepared, and anyone can leak information if the enemy finds the right pressure point," she growled at him, responding to his much earlier defense after she had punched him. With that, she flicked her burning gaze away, and with it she strode forward again, reaching to door at a brisk pace a shoving it open. She walked out without casting the faintest of glances behind her, letting the door slam shut with its full weight behind her.
Laurence Haynseworth :: Subordinate :: Sydon
Laurence's already paled face drained of even more color when Skarlette began going on about doctors and suddenly becoming suspicious of herself being a doctor constructed robot, and his heart clenched into a wad of frozen flesh. His mouth gaped in horror, his eyes so wide and horror filled someone might have thought he had just watched the headless horseman ride by and chop off her head. What if she was a doctor constructed robot of pure evil? N-No...Doctors don't build... he trailed off as his thoughts themselves began to camber in sheer horror, and he jolted with a faint suggestion of a yelp when Skarlette spoke again, her tone no longer grave. He blinked, cringing backward with his mouth still gaping as he stared at her wide eyed, suddenly uncertain about her. He lifted a hand, his middle and pointer finger pressed together and heading to her cheek to prod it just once, to see if he could feel any metal beneath her flesh, but he cowered out at the last second, quickly retracting his hand and slapping it back down to his side with a sheepish laugh and a nervous smile. He licked his lips that quickly fell back into a frown as he studied her form, still listening to her words as he tried to recall what she had felt like when he had twice patted her down in search of injuries. If he recalled correctly, she really didn't feel like she had any metal beneath the plush of her skin. She didn't make any beeping noises either. Not once, or, at least, not around him. His tense posture slowly relaxed as he began to come to the conclusion that Skarlette was, indeed, a human. He smiled faintly, a pleased look washing over his face for a second. Well, that certainly was good. He enjoyed Skarlette's company. Well, aside from when she touched him. it made him feel...something, and it was familiar, but a bad familiar. A dangerous familiar, but his thoughts were cut off as he finally registered what Skarlette was saying. "No, that's what they want you to think, Skarlette. They want your trust, and, as soon as they have it, bam!," his hands flew up and he jolted his fingers out in a spray, "you're a goner. No more," he explained, eyes wide in fear and intensity. He lowered his hands, then cringing back at the suggestion if him sticking even one finger into the infirmary. "Oh, no, no," he shook his head profusely, "I wouldn't even dare," he said gravely. "And neither should you." His posture straightening, he pointed a warning finger in her face. "In fact, as of right now, I am telling you not to go. Begging you!" he declared as he opened his arms out to his either side. "So, don't go. Nope. You're not. Never ever. It's settled. Done." His head seemed to raise higher and higher, tipping from side to side with each of his statements. Then he smiled, as if the matter was settled and Skarlette had no say in the matter, and he clasped his hands together merrily in front of him. "And now that that has been established, let us head off!" he declared, pointing a finger dramatically in the air. However, his eyebrows suddenly arched up in surprise, his finger pointing up a little less high in his next statement, "But not before I retrieve my jacket." As he recalled, he had given it to Skarlette by that tree, and he quickly walked over to the tree and scooped up his belonging. Then, that task completed, he wheeled around on his heel and began to walk forward to lead the way back home, his feet kicking out in his stride no less dramatically than cartoon soldiers.
(( I guess I can bring Sebastian in on my next post, then. Lol. I would now, but I kinda don't want to type anymore right now...
Urgh! No, zazzle! Don't be alone! Look, I think both Brecht and Alexander are open now so, maybe your Rennick character could talk to one of them? ))
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Brecht and Xander are both open)
Bye <3