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(Just a late bye to Leafy! We'll see you Monday. ^_^
I'm just waiting on Leah to post for Bobbi. Are we waiting on her to post for Caterina as well? I wasn't sure.
Anyhoo, I'll post for Leona tomorrow probably. No need to now, with Leafy away.)
(Yeah, we're waiting for Leah :)
(Sorry! >.> Vacation started and I'm on a trip so I don't have much time to post)
Jo yawned and slowly sat up in bed, rubbing her eyes irritably. Jo was not a morning person at all, but unfortunately waking up late was not one of the perks of being a soldier. With a small sigh, she forced herself to get out of bed and get dressed.
When she was ready, she went over to the next cot over to wake Snooze- no one else had had any idea of where to put him and she'd been happy to give him a space in her bunk. The kid was- no surprise- pretty easy to live with, although the fear of Leona that lingered around him was starting to give Jo a headache.
"Snooze," She said, shaking him lightly. "Come on, time to get up." He stirred a little in his sleep, but still didn't wake up. Jo started to shake him a bit harder, but she paused. Maybe Snooze is dreaming, She thought, looking at him curiously. I wonder what he's dreaming about this time.
Could it be a nightmare, like the ones he had told her about before, or a good dream? Jo felt slightly guilty about waking him if it was the latter, but she did anyway.
"Snooze!" She called out more loudly this time. "Wake up already!"
"Well..." Caterina said uncertainly as captain Jefferson requested some fresh clothes for her and her men. Caterina's orders had been only to bring the soldiers in for the interrogation. She knew that the information they needed was urgent, but they really did need to wash up a bit.
"Alright then." She walked out of the room, motioning for them to follow her. "I suppose a quick little detour couldn't hurt."
She led them down a few hallways until they arrived at a supply room. A few soldiers were already there, milling about and organizing the different boxes. Caterina began poking around the room until she found a few boxes that were labeled to have clothes in them, and brought them back over to the others.
"Here," She said, setting the boxes down. "You should be able to find something suitable in here.
Noah couldn't say he was surprised when Bobbi started yelling at Jaden about how irresponsible she was being- those two girls just seemed to have a natural dislike for each other. Noah was mad too, of course, but he had enough of his wits about him to not start a fight.
Noah was surprised, however, when Bobbi started gasping and clutching her head. What the-? He thought in shock. Was she hurt in the fight? I didn't think so, but maybe I missed something... "I don't know, I don't know," He said quickly in response to Jaden's questions. Although he mostly felt worried for Bobbi at the moment, a small part of his mind was amused at Jaden's concern for her, when they were fighting just a few seconds ago. Maybe there was hope yet for their relationship.
"Bobbi?" He asked, kneeling next to her. "What's going on? Have you gotten headaches like these before?" Noah was no doctor but he figured he knew enough to tell whether the injury was serious or not.
Jem Fort London
The girl seemed of the nervous sort. The kind of person who's self esteem was something in question. It made Jem feel kind of bad for her, especially as she lead them to the storage area when she was clearly feeling so torn about disobeying orders. Timid, yet kind.
"Thank you." Jem responded, dipping his head in gratitude. He wondered what her name was, before he leaned down to dig through the clothes. Fort London hadn't changed too much; Jem knew the layout like the back of his hand. Being here was just resurfacing the memories more strongly, but he kept them at bay.
It was best to at least try and find some clothes. It would be a pain, as always. No doubt something would be too short, or too small. It was common among him, since he was so tall and broadly built. Briefly, Jem wondered what his father would think about his profession of a doctor. Aside from being a Gifted, his father would take his job as a second blow.
A doctor, Jeremy? He could imagine his father saying with disdain. With your build, you shouldn't be a doctor! You should be on the front lines, m'boy! No son of mine stands back! Jem tried his best not to think of coming face to face with him.
It was just too painful.
Snooze Central America
Snooze awoke to sound of Jo's voice. It was something had grown accustomed, too. The sound of it reminded him of either leaves against concrete--which was rough, and scratchy--or honey being poured over rocks--which was soft and gentle. Usually when waking him up, though, it wasn't the latter.
"I'm awake." He responded quietly, sitting up while wiping the sleep from his eyes. Snooze was more than likely awake before Jo herself. He liked to watch her dreams, though this time, he was stuck in one of his own. Snooze couldn't remember it now, which bothered him. The ones he couldn't remember were mostly nightmares. Ones that would paralyze him with absolute fear until he was able to wake up with tears in his eyes. Snooze shoved the thoughts away, looking up to Jo.
Snooze had really formed an attachment with the girl. Which was bad, but ievitable. She offered her bottom bunk to him, and let him trail her around like a puppy. It was hard not to like Jo. Even if she was rough, and blunt, Snooze looked up to her. Because beneath all of it, she was one of the nicest girls he had ever met. Aside from Alice, of coarse.
Obediently, he got out of bed, yawning. Snooze's youth practically clung to him like static. His hair was muffled, so it stuck out in bed head curls, while his clothes were wrinkled. The air of sleepiness followed him around for at least half an hour before he fully woke up. It was just how the big was, though he suspected it has something to do with his power.
"Good morning, Jo." He greeted with a half smile. The more time Snooze spent with her, the more he found himself relaxing around her. A bad thing again, but something Snooze seemed he couldn't control.
(So is everyone in Fort London...? We seem a bit geographically concentrated. :O
Carson, I'm gonna make a separate thread and do a skeleton for Wade Xy, Leona's best friend. We can talk about him there! :) )
(I'll let Carson post for Bobbi before I do Jaden)
Tesla/Quentin: Fort London
Tesla waited by the door of the storage room silently as she watched the girl rummage around. She led them back to the room quickly enough when she found a box labeled clothes. The box held simple cargo pants and t-shirts along with a few jackets.
Tesla quickly--with the speed of a female in the military--changed into a new shirt and dry jacket, keeping her own jeans to dry on their own.
She glanced at Quentin who was watching Jem. The same uncertain feeling came back as her gaze flicked between the two men. The similarities were just so....uncanny. Tearing her eyes away Tesla made her way across the room to stand in front of the girl.
"You know our names, so what's yours?" She kept her face open and simply curious. She'd been told that she could come off as abrasive sometimes, and that wasn't something she wanted to do here.
(It's alright, Leah. ^_^ Enjoy your vacation! I wish I was on one. >.<
And Dolphin: Yes, it seems a lot of characters did wind up in one area. o.O Europe (near London or the Paris area...western Europe in general) will be the place everyone will need to be when we reach the climax of the roleplay, but it seems we've unintentionally gotten a head start. :P
I'll check out that thread now!)
Nyx: Fort London
Nyx couldn't help herself; she was being good, keeping her eyes hooded and angled---looking at the ceiling, floor, or walls---and staying surprisingly quiet. But at the sight of new clothing, she grinned.
"Excellent." Nyx squirmed through the others, snatching the first thing she saw, which happened to be a man's polo. Completely oblivious, she forced it over her head, doing a complicated sort of wiggle underneath the giant polo to get her old wet shirt off. Once she had it off, she waved it over her head, triumphant.
"Ha! Didn't even have to embarrass myself."
Pleased and also still not quite observant of the fact that the polo went well down to mid-thigh, she rifled through the pants until she found a pair that looked as if it would fit her tall, slender frame, even if they would be a big baggy---were these men's, too?
Nyx changed shamelessly into her pants, though even the most prude woman wouldn't have turned her nose up with a shirt that fit like a dress. The new pants were men's, hanging off of Nyx's small hips in a way that made her want to hold them up. As it was, she was too lazy to do so, and instead they hung low. All in all, Nyx looked ridiculous, but she was still smiling pleasantly.
Well. Now things should get interesting. Her eyes went to Tesla, who was speaking with their guide, and then to Jem and Quinten.
Bobbi: Outside Fort London
How did it go from shouting to whispering? Bobbi watched with a painful wince as Jaden looked to Noah, frowning over the state of Bobbi's health. Noah seemed both amused and worried, though Bobbi couldn't guess where he was finding humor in this situation.
Probably me. And Jaden. At each other's throats, as always, and now she's what, my mother?
"No." She answered Noah's question quickly, still clutching her head. "No, not like this. Gah. I can't even take a hit."
Bobbi rubbed at her forehead, spots still dancing across her vision. She sighed, her cheeks beginning to burn from embarrassment. "I think it's a concussion. From...one of the soldiers."
Bobbi cursed herself. She was good at what she did, but did she have to be this bad at what she couldn't do? What soldier was known to have a concussion from a punch? It had been a hard and unexpected punch, yes, but still. Was Bobbi that weak?
Her step-father would have said yes.
And now they were in this mess. They needed to leave, but Bobbi's brain had decided to go AWOL, at least for now. Jaden wasn't making the situation any easier, and it wasn't just the fact that she and Bobbi mixed about as well as gasoline and fire. Bobbi had been given a list of names to choose from, all with official positions her higher-ups had been able to work into the human system after cracking a small segment of it. From what she knew, it had been hard work. Bobbi had chosen only two names, and two highly-titled names, Noah a Captain and Bobbi in Administration.
Bobbi took a shaky step forward, groaning and shaking her head, which didn't help anything. "Forget it. We need to get inside now. If we wait, we'll never get in. We can say we're..." She waved a hand, struggling to think. "Survivors. Of a Gifted attack nearby, from the same group that did this. Noah. You already know your name, you're Captain, so you'll have to have been the one in charge of our group, and I'll be the Administrator who accompanied you for...safety reasons."
Bobbi couldn't quite think straight, so she had to compliment herself on the plan, half-brained and wild as it was. When she turned her wincing gaze on Jaden, the girl turned fuzzy before going into focus. "You've not made things easier. You can be..." Bobbi waved a hand again, struggling to remember the names but coming up empty. "Think of something. You'll have to be a soldier, something simple."
She stumbled forward a few steps, sighing. "Well, I can play the injured victim part, at least."
Jaden: Outside Fort London
Jaden cast a glare at Noah as she noticed his look. "What? If she knocks out we'll--she wagged a finger between her chest and Noah's--have to carry her."
She turned her gaze back to Bobbi as the girl began to spit out orders. Honestly. She knows how to boss people around but fights like a woosie, or at least acts like one.
Jaden's eyebrow rose again, her voice dripping sarcasm, "Why don't i be a pilot. That's an idea for you."
Jaden frowned at Bobbi for a moment, before just saying what she'd been thinking. "Why do you do that? Act so pathetic when you've obviously got skill. If you'd stop acting like that you'd probably be better off."
(Thanks Carson :) For now I have some time to post but tomorrow until Tuesday I won't be able to get on at all :/)
"Morning," Jo replied as Snooze finally got himself out of bed. She was glad to see that he was in a good mood this morning- hopefully that meant he hadn't had any of the nightmares last night.
He did seem slightly off though... I wonder what he's worrying about now, Jo thought. Leone maybe? Or his sister? She wanted to know what was bothering him, but at the same time she didn't want to pry. Maybe he'd tell her about it by the end of the day.
"Hurry up and get ready. If we miss breakfast you'll be in so much trouble," She threatened him. Jo was always irritable unless she got her coffee in the morning and it was almost nine o'clock already, fifteen minutes before the mess hall stopped serving the food.
Caterina couldn't help but laugh quietly as the youngest of the soldiers- Wright, she recalled- chose a shirt and pants that were, out of all the clothes there, probably the most unfitting for her. This group was definitely an eccentric one. Or at least the women were- so far the other two had remained quiet and respectful.
She couldn't put a finger on it, but there was something different about these soldiers. No, or is it that they're familiar..? Caterina wondered absently. Whatever the reason for her sense of deja vu, Caterina tried to put it at the back of her mind for now- she still had to escort the captain and her men to general Hail.
Caterina blinked at captain Jefferson, a little bit appalled at her... informality. Maybe that was what had been bothering her about these four- they didn't act at all with the same strictness and discipline that was common of human soldiers. How peculiar...
"Warrant officer Caterina Corrado Ilario," Caterina answered, giving a customary salute.
Noah's frown deepened as Bobbi relayed the new plan to them- the fact that they had to adjust the original plan at all was cause enough to worry, but now Bobbi was hurt in addition. It would be a miracle if any of them lived through this.
He rolled his eyes at Jaden, trying to ignore her defensive attitude. Hopefully Bobbi was too tired to keep up a fight with her, otherwise their bickering would just continue, and he wouldn't put it past them to accidentally give something away about the mission.
Looking in the distance, Noah could still make out the outer wall of the fort, probably less than a mile away from here. If Bobbi could make it to the gate then- assuming they got inside- the humans would treat her injury as best they could. Noah didn't like the idea of having to trust the humans to heal her. He'd heard that, without having people with healing gifts, they used medicines that hurt as well as heal people, but right now that was the best possible option.
"Fine then, you'll be a pilot," Noah retorted to Jaden. "Let's just hurry up already, before Bobbi passes out or something."
(Well, I kinda-sorta have wi-fi right now, though I will be back completely tomorrow. If you want, Carson, you can go ahead and post for Leona ^_^ )
Tesla: Fort London
Tesla blinked, then quickly hid any other signs of surprise at "Caterina Corrado Ilario"'s salute.
Formality wasn't Tesla's strong suit, but she knew how to give a salute. She gave Caterina a rather lazy salute in return, a faint grin on her lips. "Well, then, Caterina Corrado Ilario, why don't you show us to your General. I'd like to get thi over with, my men and I could use a good nights sleep."
She raised her eyebrows slightly, trying to keep her aura of command intact.
(Hmm, I just thought of something. Carson and Leah, how will Jaden get into the Base? She's quite obviously Gifted in appearence, her eyes are an unnatural shade of blue and it'd be hard to hide her hands.)
((look guys, I am soo sooo sorry :( but I really don't want to hold up this RP anymore. yes I've gotten busier with school, and I'll probably be leaving the TI forums as well. I really didn't want to quit this, but thanks guys for letting me join. TI has been a pretty amazing place. I've learned a lot.))
Snooze Central America
"I'm ready." Snooze insisted, taking Jo's threat very seriously. He doubted the girl could ever actually hurt him, or worse, use her powers against him. It would be especially easy to do, since Snooze had so many fears in the first place. Despite all this, he tried his best to be the perfect companion for Jo. She had already done so much for him, he wouldn't want to misbehave at all. Jo didn't deserve a naughty child.
"Really, I'm sure we can get coffee." Snooze encouraged, taking her left hand as of it was nothing. He already got used to the foreign feel of it, though it didn't matter to him. In the deepest part of Snooze, hidden in the dusty corners, was the fact that he loved Jo. Like an older sister. He'd never admit it out loud, but he did. Very much so, like little children often do.
Jem Fort London
Embarass yourself, Nyx? More like made yourself look like an immature fool. Jem thought to himself. Still, he couldn't help but to smile at the girl. He swore, her spirit was uncrushable. It was hard to find people like that nowadays.
Jem simply found a white t-shirt. Granted, it was a little small, clinging to his defined stomach and arms a little more than he preferred. If anything, Jem was not of the vain sort, even if he could of been with his rugged good looks. Mostly from his mother.
He inwardly flinched at the thought of coming face to face with either his father or brother loomed closer. Jem could do this. He had to, for the greater good.
(Darn it, I forgot to post for Quentin)
Quentin: Fort London
He, like Jem, was hard pressed to find a shirt that fit. He picked a simple dark blue t-shirt buried in the bottom of the box. It clung to his skin, showing off the muscles on his stomach and arms. Given the look he caught on Jem's face, Quentin was more okay with the tightness of his shirt than Jem was with his. Quentin honestly didn't care of woman looked. He didn't have time for that sort of thing and they would look whether he was wearing a tight shirt or not. So what was the point?
He glanced over at Nyx as she changed, ducking his head to hide a blush as he caught sight of her legs. The girl was ridiculously vibrant for the situation they were all in. It was almost annoying, though Quentin couldn't figure out why.
Pulling his now almost completely dried jacket back around his shoulders he moved forward to stand by Jem, waiting for Caterina's response to Tesla.
(I'm back! And Xiphias, I'll be sad to see you leave, but I completely understand. I wish you the best of luck in anything you may pursue!)
((Hey guys, sorry I disappeared without warning. Something came up and I had no way to come on here and tell y'all I"d be gone. If I'm kicke dout I totally understand, but I need to know if I can stay on and RP here or if I'm kicke dout. Again I understand if I'm kicke dout, I disappeared without warning...))
(Nice to have you back, Leafy! ^_^
Dani: Mmm...they may very well have to sneak her in. Or she could bum a pair of glasses from one of the soldiers they've put down, along with a pair of gloves, and claim she's blind, someone Bobbi and Noah rescued, a girl who was in the wrong place at the wrong time so to speak and got herself in the Gifted fight. Is that alright? Any other ideas are welcome...that's all I've got. :P
Xiphias: I'm sorry to hear that you'll go, but no need to apologize. Things do happen, and you can't feel sorry for that. We'll miss you, but I'm glad you enjoyed your stay here. Good luck with everything! ^_^
Patriot: I completely understand. We've had people pop off and on before, and they also had little warning to give. Things happen, as I said to Xiphias; sometimes life gets in the way, and life is much more important than TI. You can certainly stay, if you would.)
Leona: Central America
Leona watched Hector approach, slightly wary, unable to read his calm manor as positive or negative. At his comment on the "warm southern air", she couldn't help but breathe in deeply and smile, though her nerves prevented her from responding.
Only when he questioned how she had slept did Leona find her voice. "Quite fine. Your beds were too comfortable, obviously. I was out like a light for hours, as you might have noticed."
Leona felt the urge to clear her throat, but she brushed it away. Light talk was something Leona only did when she was comfortable, calm, and in a good mood, the opposite of most others, who babbled in situations like this, filled with anxiety and nerves. Now she was silent, though a reluctant sigh made it out.
What will I do if he says no? She thought, feeling suddenly small, though Leona was anything but. I'll leave to return to Arizona, surely. But from there, what? Fight a losing battle? Wait for others to reject the message, and band together whatever excuse for an elite army the few who have agreed to fight with me to end a war that should never have started?
For once, Leona was lost. The future was such a hard thing to predict, but that's what several of her advisors had done, and each had shown the group she was now desperately fighting to band together. Could the future be wrong? Never had it been so, not in the time she'd known the people she did, but there was a first for everything, or so they told her.
"I'm not very good at light talk," she stated plainly. "Forgive me...thank you for the..." she waved a hand, "accomodations, and the protection."
She paused again. "But I must ask: Have you come to a decision?"
Nyx: Fort London
"Ready," Nyx announced, bouncing over to Tesla, carefully looking at the soldier---Caterina, did she say?---and then looking away, blinking rapidly. Quinten and Jem were wearing shirts Nyx kept having to hide grins at; they both looked nearly as ridiculous as her, though the women in the room didn't seem to mind, Nyx included.
What a welcome sight, she thought, highly amused, hardly containing her glee as Tesla announced they could head on to see the General now. The news brought her high down only by an ounce. The prospect of family drama had her nearly as exciting as before, though slightly worried.
Jem didn't seem to make it out that his brother was the bad guy. So who was it that made everything so uncomfortable? Nyx wondered to herself, genuinely curious, as her own family's dramas seemed just short of dead boring. I'll find out soon enough, I suppose.
It didn't take a genius to notice just how uncomfortable Leona felt.
Perhaps she just wasn't used to the heat (---despite it still being morning, the humid temperatures had already reached the lower 80s---) or perhaps it was her general ineptitude in one-on-one conversations (at least, in his opinion), though Hector figured it had more to do with the fate of the current day--- what he would say to her proposal, and what would happen after that.
I think she'll be a bit disappointed, then, Hector couldn't help but think. Though hopefully this time the Lion Lady will be able to reign in her emotions.
Briefly, he wondered how Leona would take to have Umbra sent with her---if she would agree at all. And how would the Commander then act towards her? He had no doubt that Umbra would be treated with the proper courtesies, though he did wonder for a moment how safe she would be. Then again, the official armies supposedly have stricter discipline.
Hector nodded in response to her thanks---her gratitude, at least, was a start. "Yes, we have come to a decision about your offer." It didn't take her long to cut straight to the chase. "But first," he added with a congenial smile, "let's head down to grab some breakfast, shall we?"
Leona: Central America
Well. That's unfortunate.
Leona couldn't hide her sigh, but she forced a smile anyway, though it was useless, at least around Hector. He seemed to see right through her, despite her best efforts; though at this point, her "best efforts" were pitiful, with hardly any force behind them. Dread was building in the pit of her stomach as she considered Hector declining her offer and what that would entail. Her throat kept getting tight, Leona's worst fear struggling to fight to the surface, a cruel, dark thought that hung over her head like a cloud.
Why do I have a bad feeling about this?
"Very well, if you must torture me," Leona finally said, exasperated despite herself. "Always the perfect host, I must say."
Leona followed him without hesitation, working to dissolve the tense set to her shoulders, both her father's voice and Kors' echoing in her head.
(Carson: Yeah, sounds good enough to me!)