CROSS AN L OFF YOUR BUCKET LIST | MEETING 6.24

AND I'M JUST A DEAD MAN WALKING TONIGHT

Bastille wasn't going to miss another fucking meeting if it killed him. Which... well, it might, if only because he seemed to have bad luck. Whatever. He'd broken his no-substances-during-meetings rule at long last, and was riding the tail-end of a pretty good buzz that afternoon as he showed up with a drawled, "Yo, meeting time. Gather up." A pause as he waited, for adding, "This'll be a quick one, so you can just spread the news to anyone who is running late. Anyway, welcome to the raptors, who, well, won't even understand this, but whatever. We've also got Washington, Church, and Caboose this week, and the youngest kiddos are finally out of the nursery. So, yeah. Munchkins should have gotten their necklaces with Gordon, but the rest of you can get those in the June ceremonies later."

A pause. "Right. Pincher invited us to the Typhoon's Carnival, so we should try to be social. We had a bit of talk about training last meeting, and I liked Pele's idea of getting Tangle involved with that, so stay tuned for joint training with them this week. Uh... Let's see, Rin is hosting weekly tasks this week, but Madi was late af with last week's so feel free to finish up those tasks first still."

Bastille considered for a moment and then shrugged. "We had a slow week with a lot of noticed, so I don't have any promotion or demotions again. We'll get back to regular ones next week. In the mean time, the raptors have no idea, but I'm giving those four Leo titles for being around in the quiet. If someone wants to help me get necklaces on them, let me know. That's it."

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Roy, compared to last meeting, was pretty damn early. The bobcat came padding in, arriving shortly after Suiteheart, taking a seat at the front of the crowd. Ears pricking up, Roy would listen to the quick announcements that Bastilleprisoner made. There weren't as many announcements this week, this week had been rather slow- which wasn't that surprising. So clearly, there won't be that much to announce on. Roy listened for a moment when Bastille mentioned the joiners, raptors, and the children, before the invite to the Typhoon event caught his attention. Roy was surprised that the Typhoon invited them to an event, especially after they decided to drop the potential alliance from weeks ago. Maybe they were having a change of heart, or perhaps they decided one group wasn't enough and decided to invite neutrals as well.

By the time Bastilleprisoner finished up the meeting with giving the raptors Leo titles, Roy was at a loss of words. Bastilleprisoner just gave the feral utahraptors titles. They can't even understand English, besides the damn word food! I doubt those things will even know they got awarded titles, Roy thought to himself with a scoff, staying silent for once, giving the leader an annoyed, disapproving glare instead.

At Bastille's call, Gordon quickly made her way over, surprised to find that she was actually one of the first to show up. But of course that still didn't stop her from sitting in her normal spot. The she-cat listened to his announcements, noting how he welcome the raptors that had taken up residence here, despite them not really seeming to understand speech. They really unnerved her, and she kind of wished Bastilleprisoner didn't welcome them so much. But then again, they were feral, weren't they? If they wanted to come back, they just would. But anyway, Bastille also announced the other newcomers that joined since the past meeting and said that there were any promotions or demotions, the latter of which was a good sign. Oh, and he gave the raptors the title of Leo, which was... weird. They wouldn't even realize he did that, like he said. But oh well, Bastille was their leader, after all. Gordon just didn't understand his decisions.

"Noted," Gordon echoed Suiteheart after the announcements were made. She personally wasn't going to go to the event The Typhoon invited them to, but she hoped that anybody who went would have fun.

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Debriefs were always common while he was in the army. Or military. Whatever they wanted to call it nowadays. He knew that with a group like this they were bound to have a time where they conducted meetings with one another. And if they didn't. Well, then that was just bad on their part for not being that organized. He wasn't exactly sure what he expected with this outpost though, considering that all of them were animals and mostly different species of animals didn't even like to be int he same area as one another. But yet, here he was, stuck in the middle of this mess. His ears were hidden thanks to his helmet as he made his way over. He only recognized two of the animals that were there. Bastilleprisoner and Suiteheart. As they had been there with Washington when he had basically crashlanded. He didn't feel comfortable being around other's yet, and he wasn't sure how to really react to a debrief like this. The other was giving out information that he had no idea what to say. His name was called as he was welcomed into the group. He felt like a rookie all over again when he was introduced to the top Freelancers back when he was a human. How did that make him feel? It made him feel awkward. He was out of his element here, but he was trying his damn best to make sure that no one would be able to tell how bad in a situation he really was. The armored smilodon sat off to the side, sitting down with his head held high and his body attentive to whatever Bastille was talking about. When everything was over everyone seemed to be calm with the announcements that were said. He was working on getting on the good side with the majority of those that were around here and his military mindset wasn't going anywhere. "Understood, sir." Washington would address the smaller male that had given the information for the meeting. He could have simply said yes sir, but this one felt more fitting. Then the meeting was dismissed just like that. A,s usual when it came to debriefs, Washington didn't exactly stay for long. Getting up on his dark grey paws as he made his way outside of the observatory. He needed to gather more intel. "speech"

Tags | Updated 06/26/18:

GENERAL:
★ AGENT WASHINGTON | WASH, WASHINGTON, DAVID | MALE
★ Heterosexual
★ 3 years | Birthday | Ages realistically
★ Ascendants | Regular member | Freelancer, Former Human

IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ Agent Washington always wears his armor and never takes it off. Which means no one knows what his face actually looks like.
★ He hates being called any sort of nickname, preferring for his full name to be used when addressing him. He will constantly state so, as its just how he's used to being talked to.
★ Agent Washington suffers from insomnia and auditory/visual hallucinations.
★ The armor that he wears is extremely tough, there are some spaces in between the armor, but if someone were to hit his armor it would not break.
★ Due to his experience when he was a human, he prefers working alone and not counting on others to help him in a bad situation.
★ Washington will not trust your character. No matter how nice they are. He will not tell them anything until getting to know them.
★ His current goal is to turn himself back into a human, as he doesn't want to be a cat forever. Because of this goal, he is less likely to offer assistance to the groups.

RECENT EVENTS (oldest-recent):
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PHYSICAL:
★ AMORED SLATE GREY SMILODON FATALIS [birth/main] | health: 100% | Reference (#3).
580lbs. Agent Washington is a species of Smilodon, roughly the size of a lion. Washington is different compared to most Smilodons due to the strange coloration of his fur. That being a dark slate grey compared to the regular tawny of a simple smilodon. There are faint spots that are visible around his back legs, but only when the light hits it in a specific way. Not only that, but Agent Washington wears titanium alloy armor, making it extremely durable for taking hits and can be used as a means of bashing an enemy. The armor color itself is slightly lighter than that of his actual fur color. He wears a chest plate, that covers his chest and half of his back. Then there are shoulder plates that cover his shoulders and his arms protecting the front half of his body. There is a gap between the shoulder plate and the rest of the arm plate of his armor. His shoulder plate is a yellow, making it stand out from the slate grey armor he wears. Washington also wears a Spartan Helmet resembling that seen in the Halo series. The visor is a reflective gold and having a yellow line going down the middle of the helmet. While he wears armor, one doesn't notice the extreme amount of scars that cover his body, that has transferred from the time that he was a human. Scars ranging from those made by knives, bullets, and blunt trauma. Since his armor doesn't cover the lower half of his body (flank, and back legs), several scars can be seen uncovered in that area. Even though no one has seen his face, if someone were to see his face, his eyes are a deep gold color with blue wrapping around his pupil. The blue is a result of the trauma from a failed AI implantation when he was human. There is a scar on the back of his neck that branches out almost like a lightning bolt, and its barely visible as his helmet hides the majority of said scars. Being a Smilodon means that he has long incisors, but it seems for some reason someone had filed down his incisors, making them useless unless he can put enough force into the blow. However, since he wears his helmet, its impossible for him to use his fang to attack. Leaving his powers and paws as the only offensive means.
- major injuries: none
- minor injuries: none

PERSONALITY:
Once being immature, goofy, and charismatic, Washington was changed completely after the implantation of a computer inside of his head that nearly caused him his death. He is a soldier and hasn't been anything but a soldier in his life, making sure to follow the rules as much as possible. He believes loyalty is everything, and unless given a reason to he will not betray anyone. He is extremely serious and will work himself to exhaustion before trying to relax. Thinking that he must be prepared for everything that will be thrown at it. He prefers to be alone, but that just puts more stress on his head due to the factor that his mental stability is almost nonexistent. Washington is an expert when it comes to regular military strategies, and he almost knows nothing of the clans and how they work. In his mind, he is only on an alien planet and they potentially did something to him. He knows that he needs to get back to the project once the ship had crashed, but now he is actually in a different world. His only plan is to figure out a way to find his goal, and if that means he has to kill anyone in his way to get the information he will do just such. Washington suffers from different lapses of hallucinations and this can be easy for him to snap toward others in a violent manner. Being a soldier, if all else fails he will use violence at his full extent.

RELATIONSHIPS:
★ Single | 1/2 nothing
★ NPC x NPC | Generation 1 | No mentor

POWERS:
★ Electricity Elementals (Not Discovered)
★ Air Elementals (Not Discovered)
★ Earth Elementals (Not Discovered)
★ Fire Elementals (Not Discovered)
★ X-Ray vision (Not Discovered)
★ Teleportation (Not Discovered)

INTERACTION:
★ Message this account to plot
★ Extremely hard to befriend
★ Physically extreme | Mentally easy | Training constantly
★ Will start fights, and will finish them quickly
★ Attack in by tagging account
★ Cannot powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions. ALL OPINIONS ARE IC