07-07-2018, 11:33 PM
"adjusting to new life hasn't been easy for y/c, what if the hardest thing y/c has came across with adjusting so far?"
(i finally got around to doing this)
If someone asked him to make a list of what was difficult for him right now, he could probably write an entire book of what things he was comfortable with and one thing that he was not. Washington had been through quite a bit in just a couple of days, and everything seemed to continue to escalate. It was more than he was willing to handle in his current situation but again, he wasn't given a choice of what he really wanted to do either. He was stuck in his current body, although in his mind he believed it to be entirely temporary. He wasn't going to stay like this forever, he didn't care what planet he was on, he didn't care what other Freelancers were going to come along, he was going to find a way out and there was no one that was going to stop him. Washington was still trying to adapt to the life of an animal altogether. What his body needed in order to work fine in this type of environment, how much he needed to eat, how much he needed to drink. He had to take every small factor into consideration. The Freelancer didn't have a chance to rest and figure out what he was later as he needed to figure it out now before he ran out of time and something else came out. Soon he was going to have to start figuring out how to train again.
Something that he hadn't done in a good while, and was definitely out of practice. In his current body there were plenty of ways he could defend himself, but with his bulky body and used to fighting on two legs that were easier said than done. Right now he was still struggling with the effects of starvation. Something that had only happened a couple days ago when he refused to eat raw meat. He couldn't stomach the thought of him, a human, eating raw meat like he was some kind of animal. He wouldn't stoop to that level, and he almost completely refused to do so. Although he knew that if he wasn't offered a different option, he would probably just force it down his throat no matter how bad it tasted. It had only been Impera that had really come in to help him with the idea of dried meat. A recognizable form of food that he was actually accustomed to eating when he was a human. There was never an abundance of it on the Mother of Invention, but it was still at least something to snack on when he wanted to. The Freelancer wasn't completely physically healthy just yet. He refused to think about getting a checkup from whatever medic that they had around here. Not ready to trust the likes of them yet. It was because of the damned medics from where he was from that had done this to him.
Luckily, he was able to get at least three hours of sleep recently. An extra hour than what he was used to, and he managed to get a couple things done as well. Everyone seemed to slowly start to get along, and less stressful situations were certainly better for him in his current condition. He was going to have to build up his tolerance though because he would only be able to fool others for so long by saying that he was fine and there was nothing to worry about. Although he did recently figure out that Carolina had lost her AI's just like he did. He knew that Episolon was different, but he felt like that she was probably going through exactly what he was going through. Which concerned him, but he knew that bothering her right now wouldn't be the right choice of actions. Freelancers didn't approach each other when it came into concern whether they were feeling okay. After everything, Washington was less likely to approach a fellow teammate and see what was going on with them. As the rookie, he would have done it in a heartbeat because he didn't know better. Right now though, the armored smilodon was sitting underneath a tree a small distance away from the Observatory. He had gotten his schedule back in order, meaning that right now the sun was getting close to going down. The lights that were on his suits already powered on like they usually were so it was easy to see where he was in in the low light.
He had turned on the flashlight that was integrated into his armor around his chin, making it easier for him to read the book that he was indeed reading. The one thing that he couldn't get over was that they were on Earth. There were, of course, didn't explanations as to how they had gone back in time, and if they were even in their universe, but Washington refused to believe them and needed a logical answer. But the technology that they had here was limited. He was trying to catch up on the current human history and what was going on right now. He was sitting in silence occasionally flipping through the page. His helmet like usual hiding his facial features. He would probably read through the entire textbook all the way through, considering how late he stayed up. He usually stayed up till around 0100 hours, which was visible on the bottom left of his helmet on the side so that he constantly had a clock with him. And he would get up at 0400 hours to start his morning run, again leaving himself a small amount of sleep. The Freelancer knew no one else had memorized his schedule and he planned on keeping it that way. Taking one of his paws, he turned the page, forcing his eyes to stay open. He was focusing on at least gaining some knowledge so that he wouldn't be alone with his thoughts. "speech"
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