BORN IN GRACE - open; ‘rebirth’

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[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px; color:black;"]Her head snapped away from Versailles then as a familiar voice had spoke her name. It shouldn't have been hard to hear the large smilodon coming but she had been so focused on everything else that was going on that she hadn't really been paying attention to the sound of metal scrapping against metal as a thick body of armor moved in her direction. Or the sound of heavy paw steps that seemed just a bit off because of a broken appendage. But she supposed it was just how she was acting currently. But the moment he said her name her eyes of deep imperial topaz shifted away from the others and the world seemed to fall away. Her chest ached and she suddenly felt horrible, not because of herself but because of what she might have put Wash through. He was already suffering so much and she knew this. Probably better than some of the others that were around here. Her small paws shifted then against the grass as her obsidian body seemed to blend in to the night atmosphere. It was almost as if she was withdrawing away from him but the opposite was happening as she suddenly quickly walked up to him to press her head up against his leg. A deep shuddering breath left her small frame as she squeezed her eyes shut, attempting to convey her feelings through her actions. She may be terrible with everything else but she cared about her team, she cared about her friends. "Sorry, Wash...." She murmured out sweetly, her voice just a gentle breath against his fur before she stepped back and looked up at him.

Though she didn't focus too much on the other as someone else spoke and she didn't know if she believed the words from Suite. Was it really that good to have her back? The last time she was around she had caused all manners of grief if she recalled and none of that had really changed. But the black serval didn't recoil from the words and instead she took them wholeheartedly because she didn't want to think negatively at the moment. A short but kind smile appeared upon her liquor stained lips before it was gone and she dipped her head a little bit. "I would have to say the same. I still don't understand how but...I guess being alive is better than being dead." Yet her words were hesitant, tinged with worry about the circumstances in which she had been given this new life. A tiredness clung to her limbs and she slowly sank back to her haunches then. Her muzzle parted and in the darkness a glint of sharp teeth could be seen before the weapons were hidden again and sharp eyes met the form of Roy. Her head tilted a bit as he asked his question and she felt the need to snap at him but she forced herself to stay reigned in. It was only a question and she curled her tail around her paws before shrugging her shoulders a bit as if it didn't bother her even though it really did. "I wouldn't even begin to be able to tell you. This world is...looping me I guess."

It didn't take long though before she almost recoiled from spoke up and she turned her head toward the leader of this place. She'd never had love for Bastille and she often questioned his leadership skills. Perhaps she was a little harsh but she also felt that he needed to be firmer with how things were ran around here. Yet, she knew she was better off talking to a brick wall in some ways or rather, she had no place in saying anything. After all she was no member here and merely lived among them doing her own separate duties and trying to make the most of what she had been given. And she'd been given another chance to do what she needed. Perhaps a way to start over? She doubted that greatly but here went nothing right. Sighing lightly the woman shifted herself and looked away from the male, eyes narrowing just a bit. "If that makes you sleep better at night then sure. Although I don't think I'm a different version of myself. Still the same old Carolina..." At least she hoped and her voice carried just the smallest amount of amusement through all of words before she glanced out of the corner of her eye to Bastille.

[| AGENT WASHINGTON |]

Coming back from the dead wasn't something that happened. The only time he heard or even seen anything like that was in movies or in books. That was because their world was different from theirs and there were no such things as second changes. They all got one chance at life, and if they messed up and couldn't be saved from their mistake then it was their own problem. They weren't going to get a free pass and another chance to fix their mistakes. That wasn't something that happened. Washington knew about the movies that consisted of dealing with zombies and those that were out for their blood. There were all sorts of horror movies that play with that trope when he was a child, although new movies weren't something that really happened all that often when the topic of extinction was on the table.

Washington was never the kid that had just sat around to play video games either and didn't know all that much about them. During that era video games were drastically different, as there were all different sorts of video games that one could play if they wanted to. Instead of doing something that would waste time though, Washington would then instead take care of his sisters, which has two of them meant that it was basically like a full-time job while his mother worked two jobs after their father died from the Great War. Washington didn't know much about his father as he had died when he was incredibly young, and therefore he didn't wish for the fact that he was still alive. That kind of thinking was wishful and childish. Washington was forced to mature fairly quickly at his age, which happened to a lot of kids his age too that weren't able to escape the effects of war on civilians that lived on Earth. The reason why he wasn't affected all that much by the death of others meant that he was used to it.

He had watched marine after marine die next to him on the battlefield because they would make simple mistakes that would get them killed. He knew that there was no point in mourning for too long because they were gone and never coming back. The only thing that one could do is try to remember who they were before they died and move on. Washington didn't know the death of many Freelancers over the time that he was there, considered to be that of a rookie. He wasn't a rookie anymore, but after everything that handled with Agent Texas, it meant that his mind was a little bit more fragile. The Freelancer didn't know what to think about what Carolina had died. His instincts were telling him to forget about her and move on with his life. But there was an emotion that he hadn't felt in a very long time since they were teleported to this world. That feeling of loneliness.

He had been working with Carolina for several weeks now and had gotten used to her take-charge attitude like he had always been. It was a familiar feeling, one that gave him hope that they would all make it back to being humans again. Washington didn't want to remain this beast for much longer, and he knew that if they put their minds together they could make it work. They had to make it work. There weren't any chances to fail a mission like this one, and considering all that he had to go through, he didn't want to be the only one. He doubted that Texas would be the one to take orders from him, and he wasn't about to be the one to be taking an order from someone that was just a shadow and constantly gave him a headache. They wouldn't get along because of that large mental barrier that was there. Caboose was still missing, and he didn't know where the golden retriever was. Church was still here, but the other kept to himself and barely followed any orders that he gave him in the first place. It was all a mess, and here he was picking up the pieces. Just like every Freelancer was going to have to do if all of them made it from the explosion.

Not to mention that the Meta was still around somewhere, and there was no way he could fight the other Freelancer alone. Maybe with Agent Texas, but he doubted that she would want to readily help him anyway. If anything, the group that they were in now could just readily turn on the likes of him and everyone else because they had brought only a little smidge of trouble against them. Washington didn't want that because they had the technology that they needed. They needed every resource they could get when they kept losing. Over and over again. He was starting to know what it felt like to constantly have everything ripped away from him. The thought of Carolina coming back had never crossed his mind when he saw her corpse. It was almost nice to have Imperia there to try and comfort him, but there was little that the canine could end up doing to help his condition.

He wasn't like the rest of the group here that primarily considered the death that happened to those around him to be some kind of joke. Did they not understand that when someone died they still died? They went through the pain of said death. They saw their life flash before their eyes and they felt their body grow cold. Something no one alive should ever know the feeling of. He had been close to death plenty of times in his life, but he had never actually died. That obviously wouldn't be possible. So, of course, he had his doubts about who he was talking to. Not only did she look completely different, most of those that he had met so far usually looking similar to the way they had when they were humans, but there was something else.  He knew that there were some sort of abilities that these animals had that they could use against them, and he wasn't sure if this could be one of their tricks. And if it had been, it made him sick to his stomach. He didn't want any of this.

He was full of guilt for the way that Carolina died because of his hesitance. Another reason for him to never hesitate again when it came to the likes of a fight. The Freelancer didn't know if it had been better for Carolina to die in this world. The issue was, he had buried her. He remembered looking at her corpse. He wasn't just going to let her corpse there for the bugs. She had been through his shenanigans for years when he was just a rookie. Washington wouldn't treat her like that, and he did everything himself. If someone asked him right now where Carolina was buried, he could easily point them in the right direction and show them her corpse. It had been a little bit difficult to dig a grave with one paw, but it was sufficient enough. Did Project Freelancer even bury those that died? He doubted that their families were even notified that they were indeed dead.

Washington's attention flickered to everyone else that padded toward 'Carolina's' direction. They all seemed to be calm about everything, and the only one that seemed confused was Roy. Understandable, as Washington had the same question if it was actually her in the first place. The armored smilodon held his breath as his head tilted to the side again until he could hear a pop. From there, his attention remained solely on the strange looking cat in front of him. When she started moving toward him, Washington didn't move from his current position. The former human thought that she was going to stop just slightly in front of him, but then he felt warmth against his right good leg. Warmth. Then her voice. It really was here. His throat clenched as emotions filled his head. Some of his, some emotions not his own. It didn't matter to him. He wasn't alone anymore. His broken paw seemed to twitch and moved toward where Carolina was against his leg. Washington didn't bring her in a hug though, instead, he seemed hesitant, and only aimed to gently tap her shoulder as she stepped away.

It had been a while since he had someone touch him that wasn't a medic, and it felt strange. He honestly didn't know how to react to it. "Don't do that again Boss." Washington would say in a breathy voice as if he was exhaling the breath that he was holding. A small grin was spread across his jaws behind his helmet. The phrase that was left unsaid though was 'I need you'. Then Carolina began to address those that were speaking toward her, and Washington allowed himself to sit down. He was exhausted that was for sure as there had been too much that happened in just a couple of days. Washington seemed to be fairly speechless about the situation, not exactly sure what to say given what was presented in front of him. Was being alive better than being dead in a place like this? At the mention of the world looping her though, Washington shifted his paws slightly where he was sitting. "Maybe you just got lucky..." Washington said in a hesitated voice as if he was trying to apply logic to the entire situation. Which, there obviously wasn't. He definitely didn't want Carolina going into the fray of battle thinking that she wouldn't end up dying if she received lethal injuries thinking that she would return back to life. He flicked one of his ears inside of his helmet as he noticed the tension that would probably always remain between Bastille and Carolina, but there was no arguing that was going between them. Now that was good. "speech"

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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:
★ ARMORED SLATE GREY SMILODON FATALIS [birth/main] | health: 100% | Reference.
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

[Cosmic]

"Carolina..." I began, my voice hesitant as I struggled to decide on whether or not I should even ask the question in the first place. I was a bit shook by this myself, even after all these memories. It was reasonable... right? You couldn't just get used to it so quickly. It didn't ever happen in any previous worlds I'd been in. Death was... an inevitable thing sometimes. But when I did have the... 'privilege' of seeing someone come back it was usually because they were an aggressive zombie or a necromorph. Those were the same, but you fucking get it.

I sighed, shaking my head, at least enjoying the fact that she felt comfortable enough to get close to me. I just didn't want to cross any boundaries or risk getting my head chainsawed off or something. Just the thought of that makes me shudder.

I would accept whatever punishment came from the Freelancer when I asked the question.

"Carolina... do you want a hug?" She... really looked like she could use it. Honestly. Or just talk to someone at least. This... was just... I don't know where to begin.

"Or... just talk... to me and Washington in private...?"

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BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS

BY THE GRACE OF THE FIRE AND THE FLAMES

[ every time i try to respond to this i get interrupted so catch me deadass just hitting “send” mid post if someone comes @ me smdh ]

Bastille smirked full force when she turned to him, and he noted the lack of anger in her aura. So, playing with her didn’t piss her off: he’d assumed a 50-50 chance of that spitfire rudeness coming out and decided it was a risk he was willing to take. [b]”Oh, I’ll sleep so much better. You have no idea how much the despair of waiting on your acceptance has eaten at me,” he said seriously, before shooting her an amused look. Bast laughed, short and entertained, adding, ”Where’s the fun in that? I always use death as an excuse to pretend I’m suddenly a good person.” He winked and added, ”The confusing existential crisis of trying to figure out what the fuck happened to you is way less distracting if you decide to just call it spiritual cleansing. Welcome back, Carolina 2.0.”

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