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Post by Thenlar on Mar 1, 2016 15:22:21 GMT -5
This thread is for RP that anyone can jump in on. Short posts are permitted here, such as a single sentence or two of dialogue.
This post is restricted to one active scene at a time. If someone starts an RP in the base bar, and people start posting about talking and drinking, don't open a scene over in the shooting range. It'll get way too confusing who is talking where. Wait until it's finished, or create a smaller collaborative RP and post in the Closed RP thread.
In-character posts ONLY.
Please try to at least note a general timeframe when the post is happening (Takes place sometime at night after the VIP rescue, etc) if not a more specific date/time stamp.
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Post by HSAR on Mar 3, 2016 12:55:45 GMT -5
Wed Feb 28 2035 - Immediately after Operation Gatecrasher
Sadie walks into the armoury straight off the Skyranger, dumping her chest rig and body armour in a pile on a workbench before setting her weapon in its rack. She directs her speech behind her, out into the corridor.
"The Berlin cell squawked one time that Vipers can see in the dark - infrared night vis, or some such. Ever hear anything like that?"
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Post by KiloCubed on Mar 3, 2016 19:04:04 GMT -5
AT-3156 heard it faintly, from the corridor past the Armory. He didn't respond; his rather tenuous grip of the English language precluded that; but to be entirely honest they didn't say quite much about the aliens' abilities to ADVENT's ranks.
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Post by Random Commander on Mar 3, 2016 19:17:51 GMT -5
"Mmh, negative" Rebecca muttered under her breath, only partially oblivious to whatever the operative said. She was working on her prototype GREMLIN, trying to repair it and get it up-to-date according to XCOM's GREMLIN Standards. She would rather be focusing on that than striking up idle chatter.
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Post by Laughing Wolf on Mar 4, 2016 3:52:26 GMT -5
Following Sadie from several paces back, Claire is fortunate enough to miss the detail on vipers -- and the more terrifying realization that would come with hearing it: she's not talking about the kind of viper you can step on by accident. She walks stiffly to the weapon rack and lifts her rifle. Trembling hands fumble to secure her weapon as sweat beads across a face growing paler by the second.
I told them I can handle this. I- I told them I'd be ... I'd be fine.
Even in her head, the words are halting. Shallow and unconvincing, like the breath rising and falling in her chest. Bone white fingers clamber at the straps on her vest, scratching frantically as the release eludes her, only tightening further as if to mock her efforts.
I have to ... gotta get out of ... they can't see ... oh God.
Claire crashes to her knees and heaves, splashing half-digested rations all over the floor, her hands, hair, and back up at her face.
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Post by HSAR on Mar 4, 2016 5:21:18 GMT -5
Sadie pulls a cloth and canteen out of her vest and is at Claire's side moments later, wiping off the worst of it. Two deft movements later, she helps Claire out of her vest and hands the canteen to her.
"Easy does it, Bridges. This happens a lot. You okay?"
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Post by Random Commander on Mar 4, 2016 10:17:53 GMT -5
Rebecca dropped her screwdriver on the workbench when she heard the new operative wretch. She quickly grabbed her canteen and was ready to be by Claire's side, but saw that Sadie beat her to the punch. She halted for a few moments, and then shook her head. She took a sip from her canteen, placed it back where she found it, and resumed work on her GREMLIN. "Bloody hell, resistance fighters these days..."
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Post by Laughing Wolf on Mar 4, 2016 18:40:54 GMT -5
Claire bites back the bile as she sets there on hands and knees with Sadie wiping her face. It's the tears and shame dancing hand in hand that sting worse than the acid in her throat and, after helplessly smashing her palm into the ground, the bruised wrist. And while the shame brazenly pirouettes for all to see, the tears are kindly hidden amongst the sweat, then cast away on Sadie's cloth.
"Thank you." She sits back on her haunches, taking the smeared cloth to finish cleaning herself up. "I'm okay now," she says, trying hard to sound okay, only to hear betrayal by a voice burning from throat to lips.
Giving up the futility of sounding tough, or even just sounding 'okay', she lies again as she tries to mop up her mess with a soaked cloth. "I don't know what that was."
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Post by HSAR on Mar 4, 2016 18:51:34 GMT -5
"It's just the adrenalin. Can be rough after a mission, but you'll be okay afterwards. Can I get some help with this, guys?"
Sadie casts a look around while Bridges wipes herself off.
"Like I said, Bridges, it happens a lot. You want to go clean up?"
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Post by Random Commander on Mar 4, 2016 19:35:51 GMT -5
"Oh, very well" Rebecca grumpily stated, this time setting the screwdriver gently by the opened chassis of her GREMLIN. She took another cloth, got her canteen out again, dampened the cloth and handed it to Sadie. "New cloth. I think some of the newer medical supplies have Antacids. Want me to get them?"
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Post by medievalman on Mar 4, 2016 19:42:52 GMT -5
The door to the Armory slid open and Ivan stepped through. He looked down at the mess and back up at the troopers hard at work cleaning it up. With his hands at his hips, he approached the group, looking down at Claire specifically. "Dry your tears, Claire. This—" He waved his arms at the smeared vomit on the floor. "—is nothing to be ashamed of. You'd be surprised how often it happens." He crouched down to meet her eye to eye. "You preformed admirably in your mission. It takes a lot of uncommon courage to do what you've done today."
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Post by Laughing Wolf on Mar 4, 2016 21:19:58 GMT -5
"Like I said, Bridges, it happens a lot. You want to go clean up?"
"That'd be -- "
"New cloth. I think some of the newer medical supplies have Antacids. Want me to get them?"
She shakes her head, but takes the cloth. "I think I just w-wanna go wash up." Claire finishes the floor with the fresh cloth and gets her feet under her. Until now, she had studiously managed to avoid eye contact. Ivan catches her clearly, and though she tries to look away, reddened eyes drag like molasses desperately trying to escape his gaze. Desperate to escape and reassemble her self-image, she doesn't even hear the comforting Russian's words, though "courage" catches a flicker of clarity.
Claire pushes herself from the ground and looks for somewhere to place the cloths. With nothing in immediate arm's length, she saves herself the trouble and just takes them with her -- they could use a wash, also. At the door, her step falters, pauses. She turns, eyes briefly flitting from one face to another. "N... um. Thanks. I ... thank you."
And then she turns and scurries off.
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Post by xmusicarequiem on Mar 4, 2016 21:53:12 GMT -5
Mei stepped into the armory, dodging to the side as Claire ran past her. Looking at her retreating figure, she paused as if to say something, but thought better of it as she continued walking. She had chosen to take a breath of fresh air before returning her equipment to the armory, having sat outside the skyranger briefly before the ceiling closed, blocking any kind of sunlight from above. Or what was left of it, given it was in the evening.
Taking off her vest, she glanced around quickly at the people still assembled within, as well as the mess on the floor. She put two and two together as she placed her gun back onto the rack, quietly grabbing a cloth to assist in cleaning up the mess.
"She did well." That was all she said, uncertain if she should add anything else.
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Post by Random Commander on Mar 5, 2016 0:27:15 GMT -5
"Well!? ...I suppose she tried to keep her composure during the heat of it. Typical of first-mission situations. At least she did not get injured or killed."
Rebecca finished cleaning the last of the mess with the old cloth and folded it inward. "If only we had more soldiers like Ivan... Or Ziv. Then we wouldn't have to deal with these Rookiest-of-Rookie incidents." She looked up at the ceiling and sighed, unaware that Former Colonel Dogovich was standing right there.
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Post by medievalman on Mar 5, 2016 0:55:23 GMT -5
"Give her time, Rebecca." Ivan said with a smirk. "She'll get used to the rigors of combat in due time. Besides..." He looked over at Sadie and crossed his arms. "Not all our new recruits have come to us so gun-shy. That was an impressive display out there, Sadie."
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