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 Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 3:49 pm
"Leadership." The trainee mouthed up at her, brows arching meaningfully.
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 3:50 pm
Even though the speech was more likely to have been tailored to people who hadn't joined the division in the last twenty four hours, Caelius might as well have been speaking directly to him. He shrank back in his seat a little more.
Lucky waited for the braver people in the room to get up first, glancing at each as they stood with a very guarded expression, envious of their confidence. He didn't feel like leader... but he wasn't going to get to the bottom of any of the Ouroboros business if he opted to go it alone.
He'd already tried that.
Resigned and also fearful of what would happen if he didn't, Lucky pushed his chair aside and stood up as well, though he seemed incapable of standing tall by any definition of the word.
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 3:51 pm
"What does that even mean," Chel said back, still in a whisper.
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 3:51 pm
Ripley listened to the threats, but just let him tumble right out the other ear. He'd heard this before, almost word for word, a couple of times now. It was standard for Death Meetings, it seemed.
He did consider the request, gazing blankly ahead of him as he considered whether or not it was worth while to stand. He had experience in leading, of course. He also had experience in being a follower; both had merits, and he hoped he was at least decent at being able to distinguish when the time came to be one or the other.
Then, with a small sigh at himself, he stood.
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 3:53 pm
Gretch rolled her eyes, then whispered back. "It means you'd make a good leader. Now hush and look impressive."
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 3:57 pm
If there was one thing Chel liked, it was being contrary and being complimented.
She rolled her eyes back, still not really understanding, but flipping her hair dramatically for Gretchen's sake. She wasn't really confident about the whole "leader" part, but she did like being told she looked impressive (a minor miscommunication, really).
"F'he kills me I'm hauntin' yer a** forever girly." Then she shut her mouth and went back to texting.
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 4:02 pm
To this the trainee gave only pleased thumbs up.
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 4:16 pm
Al was well aware he could follow orders, this wasn't the problem. Giving them though?... That was a whole 'nother story. But as people stood, one by one, he started to feel a bit like the odd man out. You never wanted to be the odd man out around Cael. He learned that lesson already. But was it actually honest for him to stand up? He decided to wait a little longer before deciding what to do.
He was overcome with indecision and so he wound up doing nothing.
Al silently sat there with a horrified look frozen on his face.
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 4:38 pm
He winced, turning his attention back towards the lead (and trying to act like he didn't just nearly fall out of his chair in the process.) Still, he was in the chair (partially) and scooted back into it the rest of the way. Maybe no one noticed?
Caelius's words were always harsh, but today they struck a particular cord with him. He basically just told the lot of them that they were, essentially, garbage. They they didn't do as much work as was required of them.
The more he spoke, the more Quinn felt himself sliding further down into his chair. By the time the final bit, about standing, came up... he felt he should duck under the table. Slouching down, he was by no far standing he thought. Gale stood up, no surprise there. Quinn had in the past followed his lead and knew that Gale was both those things.
But what he? Was Quinn? Quinn knew damn well he could a least follow orders, but it wasn't possible for him to stand up halfway was it? Maybe he could slouch... a lot. Still something nagging in his memory made him sit to think about it. He really was trying to better himself, trying to prove he had what it took to be here, in Death Division, or hell.....all of Deus. He had proven to be able to take orders, to follow, but could he lead?
He hoped so, because.....rather shyly, he stood. Was it possible to be so scared you could turn invisible?
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 6:40 pm
Rodney was, by nature, a helper. If he organized anything, it was a sort of helping role, and at the moment he hadn't been very good at helping.
He did look starved for direction, he had not actually talked to either their leader or the assistant before, or received very many orders beyond the duty roster. He certainly didn't think he should be leading anything.
What orders would he give?"
He stayed seated.
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 6:56 pm
Rep seemed to feel a little better that Rodney and Al stayed seated. Some people knew their places.
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 7:35 pm
It was interesting, in hindsight, to see who stood up. Gale's eyes flickered from one to the next, his emotions hidden behind his usual stoic expression, eyebrows drawn down, lips pressed together. A few he was slightly surprised at, several he wasn't, and one or two that he wasn't sure about either way.
His gaze went to Rep, then to Lucky briefly, then to Quinn, but Gale remained entirely silent.
<< Is this one of those times where he's going to have everyone fight to the death - pun intended - to see who comes out on top? >> Jinhai wondered, and Gale repressed a snort.
I certainly hope not.
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 8:11 pm
Tobias looked curiously at those who stood up while he remained seated.
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 8:27 pm
With a small shrug, Tobias rolled his shoulders and stood up resting a hand on his hip.
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 10:50 pm
Solia looked around, threw a final wad of paper at Gale, and one at Wilson, before slipping down and out of her chair sit herself under the table on the floor. She was very much okay not leading anyone on anything thank you.
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