margaery mikaelson-folie

Margaery had seen the world- its wonders, its horrors. She had been the horrors of the world too, a lurking shadow that took and took and took and didn't stop until her victims were crumbled and twisted at her feet. One thousand years of existence had provided her many travel opportunities, paws taking her either in the direction of her father or as far away from him as she could get. They were always falling apart simply to fall back together, and with their constant cycle of love and hate, came the opportunity to witness so many of the earth's beauties. Margaery often wished that things were different- wished that she and her father could travel together, seeing remarkable forests and mountains and cities built from nothing. But their history was too tattered, too bloody, for that to ever be a reality, and so she had done what any wise girl would do and settled down.

Home hadn't become a place though, but rather, a person. A set of people. Her family. She thought about them now, chocolate colored paws leading her lithe frame closer and closer to the border, those blue-gray eyes narrowing ever so slightly as an unwelcome scent met her. The roses that bloomed constantly at her paws turned a darker shade with every step, her expression twisting until it was something more akin to predator like. Why was someone from the Typhoon here? Had they not done enough damage? Wrecked enough havoc? She'd rip them to pieces. Destroy them. She needed to.

But the vampire remained cordial as she halted before Kazumi, knowing that this stranger had to be subjected to questioning first. [color=#b09090]"Name and business?" She inquired smoothly. Coldly. A peaceful neutral relationship had been damaged for what gain? The Ascendants had done nothing to provoke the wrath of those filthy pirates and she certainly hoped that this strange individual had no desire to increase the damage already done to them. [color=#b09090]"As you may know, our clans aren't on the best of terms."

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(Why hello there ; P)

Everything could be a facade. That's what his military career had taught him early on, that everyone could just be the cover of a book, and then once someone got to know someone else they realized the true intention of them. When someone's life in jeopardy, one can easily try to pretend like they are the innocent one and try to get away. There were plenty of instances where that person does end up getting away, but they eventually pay for their crimes in another way or they come across someone that doesn't show any mercy to them. Washington was taught during his time in the military that he needed to be careful when an enemy would try to surrender to them. An instance had happened during the time where they had cornered several of the aliens that were trying to kill them, and they killed several of them. There was only one of them left and it looked like they were trying to surrender. They didn't know what to do as there wasn't exactly a place where they could store the alien to attempt to question it. It also didn't speak English so they couldn't really communicate with it, so they decided to call Command over the radio to see what they should do.

As soon as someone's ear touched the radio that they were talking into, the alien opened fire, killing two of his men and injuring him at the same time. He knew from that moment, that he couldn't risk trying to talk peacefully with the other species that wanted them dead and to glass their planet like they had done several others. This was before the time that he had even become a Freelancer. He had learned a hard lesson as when he started to lead his own troops it meant that they were his responsibility and he was going to get them back to their family. He treated his job very seriously, as, during the time of war, they had to be prepared for everything if they wanted to continue to see the next sunrise. He had watched his men die plenty of times, and maybe he had just got lucky or they sacrificed themselves. Either way, the marines had done their job and he would save his men's life before his own and risk the entirety of the mission just to keep them alive at the end. That's what got him court-martialed at the end of his military career. Project Freelancer being the next military program that took him in, and it was there that he made a similar mistake as they invaded an insurrectionist base to gather some supplies that they needed and to keep them out of the enemies hand.

Washington had been about to kill another soldier before the other begged for his life. Being the rookie in the program, he never really had to deal with someone beg for their life before, and killing humans didn't feel the same as killing aliens when he couldn't relate to them exactly. Washington had hesitated killing the man, only to earn himself a bullet through his shoulder shattering his shoulder blade in the process. It was extremely painful, but he had been shot before and lived through them. Washington shot the man after that and realized that the next time he hesitated it could mean that he would get a bullet through the head. He knew how to create a facade, but during the first several years of Project Freelancers, there was no reason for him to do such a thing. He could be himself so he didn't hide anything, only for later after the truth of what the Program was to change the way he presented himself. Washington didn't really know how he had ended up getting into this world. He knew it had to deal with the alien technology that was held on the ship that he was on that crashed and exploded, exactly what he didn't know. He was working on getting back to being a human again, but that meant that he needed resources. After landing in the outpost, he knew that he was going to have to get on the good side of these animals.

He usually followed everything that they said and kept out of their way as long as they kept out of his. He would almost seem to welcome the questions that they asked him, but he wasn't exactly to the point of being cheerful to interact with any of them. He rarely interacted with them on a personal basis except for maybe one, Imperia, as she was one of the more interesting animals to talk to. The Freelancer had no reason to make friends when he was trying to make his way back to being human. He could have cared less whether or not anyone died in this outpost during the battle with the Typhoon. One that he didn't participate in and simply watched off to the side and gathered information that he would need later on if he was to engage with the group again. The soldier also didn't care about the lives of other animals either. The only reason why he hadn't threatened any of their lives was that they were outnumbered and knew more about this world than they did. They were small assets right now, although all of them were expendable if things got out of hand. He wasn't the good guy. He was pretending to be the good guy and it didn't seem like anyone had caught on either. The armored smilodon was one that had a distinct lack of trust when it came to interacting with others.

The betrayal he had gone through changing his life and his mind as he was no longer sane because of it. The program has picked out pieces of his memories and inserted memories that were not his own that had nearly killed him where he was from. He wasn't going to trust anyone that crossed the border and was going to give them a limited amount of interaction at the same time. They didn't need to be on a need to know basis. He blinked his golden and blue eyes were hidden behind the helmet that he wore as he heard voices not too far from where he was patrolling. His left leg had recently healed after being snapped in half by a former comrade. A moment that he didn't want to talk about. He was exhausted from not having three days worth of sleep, but he was still functioning if he needed to fight he would be able to. As he made his way over, he noticed a canine that was there, but thanks to the helmet that he wore, he wasn't able to pick up scents. He could only listen to what was being talked about, and he towered over both Marg and the canine that was on the border.

The one that named himself Kazumi, but considering that he was from the Typhoon, he was labeled as an enemy. If Washington had cared about facing an enemy, he would have shot the canine already, but again it was none of his business as long as they didn't interrupt his work. A huff escaped the large smilodon's jaws behind his helmet, his facial expression hidden behind his helmet. [b]"Your outpost has been labeled as a threat. That means that you could be a soldier that is simply here to gather information to relay back to your outpost on the effect that they did on this establishment. You will receive no intel from us." The soldier would state firmly toward the other, and it was obvious that the other wasn't going to get answers from the likes of Washington. The rest of those that lived here were considered to be 'pacifists'. Washington was not one of those. The only reason why he wasn't attacking the smaller canine was simply that Washington didn't care what the other did. But if the Typhoon did become a problem for the rest of the Freelancers, then they would have to deal with them later on when they had time.