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 Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 7:30 pm
Before I begin...
Yes, I do believe this is in the wrong place yet, here it will stay until attendance picks up enough that I am sure that anyone who would see it will. This is a role-play guild so I’m going to do this in role-play form if you would like to speak with me more candidly than that please send me a private message; I will be on daily at least until Xenos returns.
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 7:56 pm
A moderately sized base stood out as a small island of civilization on the countryside. A wooden gate stood outside, it seemed almost to be the privacy fence of a backyard instead of the chain link; barbed wired fence of an elite military base. That was just one of the strange oddities that were left behind by the first improbable leader of the Latrocinium.
A small figure walked into the gates and was faintly surprised that no one shot at her. She was even more surprised that there wasn’t even anyone to shoot at her. Xenos had been right and it made her sigh. She hadn’t wished to believe it was quite that bad. Though there was nothing to be done for it and she set out to do what she needed to do.
It took her a few minutes to reach the officer’s quarters through the almost identical brick buildings. Though she had helped to design the base the Latrocinium was in she never actually visited it. She stood quietly at the front door gazing at a few weeds that were starting to become overgrown at the edges on the porch and sighed. Nezumi didn’t know if she was ready for this. So, much had happened and she didn’t even know the kind of welcome she would receive when the troops realized she was here. With a heavy heart she decided to take it as it came, pulled a key from her pocket and walked inside.
She left the door open, something she knew Xenos would never do. Having something amiss on a mercenary base would attract the troop like no poster or siren could ever do. Once inside she saw two desks upfront, one was definitely Xenos’s, it screamed class and integrity while the other left something to be desired yet, it was still there. Despite how much Xenos had complained about it, he had kept it all this time. The site of the cheap pine wood top almost made her laugh for she couldn’t remember the last time she had seen it free of the monotony of order forms, request papers, résumés. She had almost forgotten what color it was. After another moment of observation the woman sat at the desk, though a little tense, for Nezumi knew her way of advertising her arrival invited trouble. Trouble she came more than prepared for even if she didn’t feel like dealing with.
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 8:13 pm
(( According to my clock it is 11:11pm est on Thursday. I would like to see everyone report here within the week.))
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 10:40 pm
Damian recognised her from a picture he had once seen and as she entered he stood erect and saluted. He then spoke in the best English he could muster and the least bit of accent."Velcome madam general!"Damian did not move and hoped she would tell him to rest at ease or his mind would not let him revert from the salute for it used to be a test in his mercenary days to see how long you could salute and this is what he had to do to hold a salute for five hours at any given time.
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 5:06 pm
Nezumi casually rested her chin on her hand a smile tugging, at the corner of her lip. A bemused and amused look in her emerald green eyes as she watched the unfamiliar man salute her, she was going to introduce herself but, as was obvious now she really didn’t need to. She sat there watching him for a full minute before she spoke. “You know” she started, the smile spreading to the rest of her face. “If you keep that up your arm might just fall off.” She knew these new people weren’t used to her odd way of being in charge but, she never would be your average leader she was too young and seen entirely to much for that. “You obliviously know who I am soldier. So, if you don’t mind telling, who are you? I could have found you all out myself but, I don’t like the idea of spying on my own people”
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 5:16 pm
Mark wasn't even aware of activity in the base, at least not yet. He was feeling bored to tears, so instead of staring at the ceiling, he jumped off his bunk and pushed open his foot locker. A few seconds of searching produced a tennis ball tube, containing three balls inside. He actually had it to get rid of boredom. Where having a soccer ball, or any other ball of any kind, required some kind of special equipment, or another person, the tennis ball just required the wall.
He sat back down at the edge of his bunk, and threw the ball towards the ground, at an angle. It caused the ball to bounce off in the opposite direction, and a few more times, before it hit the wall, and bounced back. It might seem simplistic, but to him, it allowed him to occupy his body, while his mind wandered elsewhere.
He rarely controlled what he thought about in these meditative phases, the last baseball game he went to, former girlfriends, meaning of life, etc. It was always a crapshoot to him, and today he thought about how he winded up here. He thought that if he was jumping into some super-secretive PMC, he would at least have some good contracts coming in. He figured that most of the other soldiers, or whatever they were now, felt the same way. But it would seem to Mark, that the Black Templars were too well kept of a secret.
His mind jumped to another subject, mostly as a defense mechanism, he was drilled into the mentality that you never acted on such impulses without permission from an officer. And that made him feel uncomfortable, especially since that was a big deciding factor for him mustering out.
The subject his mind jumped to, was the upkeep of the barracks. While it was generally spartan in appearance to begin with, he began to notice the cracks in the paint, and the scuff marks on the floor. Figuring since he was still the 'new guy' he would be forced to do it with a toothbrush later on. So the next time the tennis ball bounced back to him, instead of throwing it, he set it down gently on his bunk, and got up.
He casually strode towards the closet, where the cleaning supplies were kept. As he peered inside, he noticed that, of course, there wasn't any whitewash paint.
"Well that sucks... Where the hell am I goin' to find white paint around here?"
He shrugged, even though there was no one to see him do it, and walked out of the barracks, as if with a purpose. Since, well he did have one now. Even if it was as fleeting as repainting the inside of the barracks.
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 5:52 pm
Adam casually strolled through the corridors of the simplistic Templar base for what felt like hours, whistling an old Russian war song and scratching a hand through his now longer blond hair every few moments. He was bored to tears, and he was not at all shy of admitting to it. Just as he was about to make his way toward the firing range and train, as he tended to do during down time to keep his skills in peak condition, he noticed something a bit amiss out of the corner of his eye. He'd only noticed it briefly, and down a hall as he'd passed, so he did a double-take to make sure. The commanding office's door was open. His heart quickened slightly, knowing that Colonel Xenos would never make that kind of reckless mistake. His adrenaline started to flow very slightly , hoping that a small gunfight would break out to ease his boredom. Drawing his Colt M1911 pistol from the concealed holster inside his jacket, he kept pinned to the wall as he made his way toward the doorway down the hall. When he reached it, he took a deep, slow breath through his nose and came around the corner.
"Get down on the ********-" he began to shout, then cut himself short, recognizing the two figures in the room. "Uhh...hi, Damien, and..." he almost dropped his weapon upon recognition of the other face in the room. "Marshall Nezume?....What....huh?" He gathered his composure, holstering his weapon as a smirk began to cross his face. "So, did you miss the life of a gun-for-higher, or are you just back to collect your final check and pay back any gambling debts you have to the other Latrocinium?"
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 6:16 pm
Damian continued to salute, he did not understand this women. He was not used to his commanders taking an interest in him. Sergei had been off doing some bomb searching and wiped his paws off on a near by mat and seeing Damain salute trotted over next to his master and did the same. Damian spoke again trying his best to not sound like a Russian spy which is what he thought she was accusing him of."I am privet Damian 'Silver' Maltheus. I was born in Russia but my past is not a subject I speak of often. I later joined a mercenary group called Section Thirteen in Germany and I vas awarded Sergei, a timber wolf from Canada. He only understands German however and is trained to kill so do not pet him as people like to try and do."Damian hoped he was not rude to her but Sergei did not bite him so he thought he did not do anything wrong as of yet.
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 6:28 pm
Mark's ears managed to pick up the sound of Adam's shout, but couldn't make out who said it or what was actually said. Curious, he turned off of his then predetermined path and made his way towards an almost empty hallway. The only distinguishable feature of the entire hallway was a decent sized wall-mounted fire extinguisher. For some reason, he thought that was odd, since there was nothing else around to catch on fire. Maybe it was just there for easier access, but that would only make sense if there were a lot of people here.
He banished the rest of those thoughts from his head as he rounded a corner, and saw the open door. Realizing the severe irregularity of this, his immediate reaction was to double back to grab the fire extinguisher, throw it into the room, and shoot it up with his Px4. But instead of potentially killing everyone in the room beyond, he leaned around the corner and saw the back of Adam Sokolov's head. The only reason he recognized it was because that was pretty much all he would see at the Black Bullet Bar.
His train of thought ground to a screeching halt when his eyes fell on the lady inside the room. He felt like he was pausing for a full ten seconds, even though in reality it was only for two. His hand twitched for a moment as he fought the urge to salute. It was then that he eyed the name plate.
Upon its recognition, the tip of his forefinger nearly poked his eye out as his right hand blurred into a salute.
Even though he was still unfamiliar with the level of strictness here, he decided to play it safe, and at worst, he hoped she would appreciate the show of respect.
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 6:58 pm
At the sound of the new voice Nezumi crouched down, using the desk as cover, five-Seven in her hand and she was ready for anything and wishing she more than ever that she had the protection of Xenos’s oak desk instead of her own of pine and press board. So that’s why he never liked my desk. She thought dryly as the voice calmed. It was familiar and Nezumi peaked her head over-top the light wood with a wicked grin. “You shoot me, I’ll demote you.”
In that situation, it didn’t matter if she thought the person was Xenos she would have ducked. Well, for her credit, if it was Xenos she’d be even more likely to duck. She knew all too well of his policy of shooting first and asking questions later. After she settled herself for a moment she quirked an eyebrow at him “You think I’d leave anything like a check with my legal name on it here for anyone to see? Kyle has been trying to figure my name out for years.” She noticed yet another unfamiliar face and almost laughed at his prompt salute. Pulling the brown locks from her face, she straitened her back and looked at him with a almost whimsical smile. “Actually, for the moment, Xenos is out, and I am most definitely in charge.”
Gambling debts? I don't lose bets. The only gambling debts I have are to Xenos....and I don't care if he shoots me, I'm not scrubbing the officers latrine... It took her a moment to notice that there where two men still saluting her and she had laugh this time. “I don’t know how well you will relate to my form of leadership, considering your backgrounds but, you can relax around me as long as when the time comes you follow my commands.” She seemed to be lax in her leadership but, something about the way the words fell from her mouth told you she was not lax when it came to getting things done. Though just incase they still didn’t get it, knowing Carlos after all these years probably still thought she was patronizing him, she added. “…Um….At ease?”
((Just so you know, Mark….you’re psychic.))
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 7:36 pm
((Well, my first reaction would be to waste space formulating my original intentions, and reasonable explanations which would, in my mind, completely eradicate any implications of munching. However, I do see weak points in the post. So I would just like to know in which part you believe me to be, well psychic.))
Mark let his body relax considerably on her command. But still set his hands behind his back and spread his feet roughly a foot apart. He began to take stock of everything around him, since this was still a new room to him.
He felt the need to say something, but his mind drew a blank, and all he could think of was Daffy Duck cartoons. Which, naturally, made him feel like an idiot in a place where jumping around and hooting weren't nearly as commonplace as the Red Sox games he would attend whenever they played the Orioles.
Of course, nothing was really happening which made him feel uncomfortable, since he was used to moving around all the time. The lack of stimulus actually made Mark feel sleepy, pure white walls, particularly bland looking desks. The most interesting thing in the room, at least to him, was Nezumi. Unfortunately, just staring at her for too long would probably be grounds for sensitivity training.
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 7:39 pm
((Sergei is a wolf if I didn't make that clear.))
Damian put his hands at his sides and Sergei layed down and sniffed the ground. Damian spoke again but knew this time that she was nothing like Xenos."My apologies madam, I did not mean to seem as though I was insobordinate. Although I think that I should be the one to explain that there will be many a man missing since the last time you were here. Recently sergeant Carlos took a leave of absense and a new man is in his place who rarely shows his face. That over there is Mark, he is a bit... How do you say? Excitable. Adam over there, the one with the gun, he is a good man but too Americanized for foriegners like me. If you vill excuse me I should be getting back to work. Sergei needs his morning run and I must disassemble and reassemble various weapons for several hours."Damian smiled which was a rare thing and walked out with Sergei at his heels but stopped at the door and checked his pockets for treats. He of course knew he had them in the left pocket midway down his pant leg but if his new commander had anything left to say he didn't want to desert her.
((If you didn't know already, Carlos is gone and switchblade if you knew him.))
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 8:04 pm
((How you are psychic is for me to know and for you to be confused about. ^.^ I'll tell you in a minute))
In one fluid motion she put her hands on her desk putting all her weight upon them and folding her legs as Damian spoke. By the time he was done she was sitting Indian style on her desk looking at him quizzically. “Insubordinate? Man, it’s been a while since I heard that word. Sir, if your greeting was any less insubordinate I believe I would have serious questions on whether or not you still had a mind within the confines of your skull but, by all means get to it. Though, come back around twelve hundred hours I’ve arranged for some food for all of you and during which I’m going to give out your assignments.”
The American mutt of a commander gave Adam a smile and said. “Too Americanized? Seriously I think you and I should be offended.” Then after another awkward moment, she gave Mark a look. “Is that really you relaxed? You know there are chairs and I don’t bite.” She was hoping there would be at least five of them before noon rolled around but, she could deal with less.
“And as long as I’m making you all uncomfortable with my friendliness” She began green eyes dancing mischievously. “Do you have any questions for me? You can ask anything that will help understand what’s going on. You ask anything personal, though with this group I doubt that, I might shoot you, I might not” If she was going to lead this bunch even for a short while she might as well get them used to her.
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2008 5:18 am
(One, psychics are awesome. Yes, I'm a strong beleiver, no idea what yall are talking bout, I just dont have much time to read, so ya. But, yes, I beleive in SOME psychics. Mainly becuase I am a type of one. I'm an empath, look it up one day, pretty cool and sucks at the same time. Two, sorry for not being active. I've been a little busy as of late, getting ready for basic. And three, just that. I leave for basic monday, 9 June. After that, I won't be online for 9 weeks at least. Until August 15 late night at the earliest. So please, while I am not here, don't kick me. After basic, I hope to get involved again. Any questions for me, please IM them and I will answer ASAP.)
Basic? Have fun with that. When you get there, like actually get there and they ask the group if you have any questions. Don't say anything. sweatdrop
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Alucard von Dracali Captain
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 8:36 pm
The base wasn't at it's normal hustle and bustle. The very lax atmosphere and the excessive amount of free time was welcoing but at the same time abnormal. Though Anderson enjoyed a break here and there, he was a gun-for-hire. He wandered around the base yet again. Starting from his barracks he made his way to the main compound. Basically, all of the downtime tasks had been completed days prior. Given the fact the soliders were free to do whatever they desired, Kyle began looking for some comrades to get a game of football going with.
As he rounded the corner before the lounge, he saw qutie the gathering around the door to the offices. He knew Xenos wouldn't allow such clutter but he also knew he was unpredictable. He kept his mouth shut as he wandered towards the door. He then heard a familiar voice. His walk towards the room slowed and his main raced into it's memory banks. His eyes narrowed. Could it...really...be her? Kyle turned the corner just to see his former marshal standing before him. A smile spread acorss his face as he folded his arms and leaned against the door frame. He spoke out, "Marshal Nezumi, I as beginning to think you went out and got yourself killed."
Kyle raised his head up so the light hit it to it's fullest. It had been years since he had since her. He had really "matured" over that time. His mind went back to the first operation they did together...the only operation they did together. He was a deviant, rebellious rookie who went behind her back and defied her orders for what he thought was right. He was a callous neophyte. Now, the Ranger within shown out. He didn't expect her to notice. He had gotten a little beat up since their last meeting.
"I saw your note...about reporting in within the week. I figured that if someone was gonna be late it might as well be good ol' me, eh? That way things wouldn't have changed much."
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