KNEE DEEP IN THE RIVER | captures

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BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS

BY THE GRACE OF THE FIRE AND THE FLAMES

Look, Bastille had a sense of mortality. It wasn't always a great one, per se: where the line between good and bad for him tended to fall into a fuzzy gray area that rapidly changed. What he swore never to do one day might fall straight out the fucking window the next, depending on circumstance and the shifting alignment of his souls. One day he swore never to let himself fall into Zaniel's vices, and the next Starrynight was dead and he was suddenly seeing the appeal of vodka. One day he was fairly confident in saying he'd never put children in harm's way, and the next he was locking two little girls in one of the basement rooms because he knew without a doubt that this was how they got their members back.

It wasn't like he went searching for captures, or ever even planned on taking two of Pincher's daughters. The two had delivered themselves to their border, traipsing through their territory while searching for Jacob (nevermind the fact Bastille had already ordered that Roy return him) and trying to fight whoever had taken him. Bast had done his best to make sure they weren't injured, but he knew a fucking opportunity when he saw it, okay? No one would hurt them, and they could trade for their captured Clanmates.

God, this was so fucked up, but he had obligations, here.

[b]"If anyone hears shrieking from the basement, ignore it," Bastille called as he stopped in the Circle, "I'll explain at the meeting." With that he headed for his station, clearing intended to go about starting said meeting now.

[ permission given to take Cleo and Aita hostage! ]

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[imperia]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 55%; font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 0px;"]Typically, Imperia is a very good rule follower. When she receives orders from someone she respects, she acts like a good girl and does whatever they tell her to. Call it manners or survival instinct, whatever suits thine fancy. But Imperia is closer to a chaotic good rather than lawful, and she is not as naive or gullible as most people think. She is passive by nature, so it is simply easier to go along with whatever people tell her to do. But when someone says "If anyone hears shrieking from the basement, ignore it," there is immediate cause for suspicion. The petite she-wolf stops mid-stride as she passes by the area where Bast now stands. She turns to look at the male, giving him a long, scrutinizing stare. "Generally, my job is to respond whenever I hear shrieking," she says pointedly. If someone screams, it usually means that they require assistance. Usually medical, but Imperia is prepared to help in all manner of situations.

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Thea was still new to this whole capture thing, even with herself being captured, it still was a bit confusing for the young Fireball, who simply tilted her head, pale blue eyes merely settling on Bastille for a few moments, trying to figure it out, but not a word of protest came from the Arabian leopard's mouth.

Captures had no place in her mind, even though, now that she was living here, it was slowly forcing it's way in, making a space for itself, and she was slowly gathering information.

Of course, it might be faster if Thea simply asked about captures and tortures, but even then, it might just confuse her more. She had a tendency to not ask for help, so instead, a nod, and a smile began to form. "Okay!"

[melody]

[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 55%; font-family: arial; font-size: 11pt; text-align: justify;"]Melody was confused. Why would you ignore that? "Isn't shrieking someone hurt?" Her little voice asked, the calico's eyes shifting to Imperia, the only other person who seemed to agree with her.

[| AGENT WASHINGTON |]

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Agent Washington

former human - freelancer - manipulative

They were at War. They knew exactly how to deal with War and that meant not everything was pretty. Washington himself had morals, but he didn't feel bad for the horrible things that he had done in the past. He knew that children weren't someone that needed to be in the likes of war, but War didn't exactly care who it would end up killing in the future. The Freelancer knew this from experience when the enemy constantly tried to get passed them when they were trying to protect the likes of a city from the approaching threat. Of course, that didn't mean that he had to agree with everything, and whatever Carolina had done had been immediately out of line. The male didn't have any enjoyment when he killed someone, and the only reason he did it was because it was his job. And it still was his job as the likes of a soldier to get everything done in a certain amount of time without any mistakes from it. Washington technically didn't have to kill, but he knew the easier reason to why it was done. Washington could care less that his comrade had killed someone in front of a crowd.

Why should he? It was an enemy, and leaving an enemy alive could just pose to be problematic later on for the rest of the group of civilians that wouldn't stand a chance if they were really attacked. Now, the enjoyment she had thought wasn't something that he had seen from the female. He thought maybe it was the aspect of dying and coming back to life that did it, but Washington wasn't quite certain as they didn't exactly have a heart to heart talks with one another. Washington knew taking prisoners was a good way to get information out of them, especially if they were from the likes of the Typhoon. Washington wasn't one that would hold mercy until he knew that they were indeed children. Would he break them out? Probably not, as he knew the reason for keeping prisoners, they needed to get the upper hand before all of this escalated. It just meant that others were caught in the crossfire. They were just animals to Washington though, and he didn't exactly have a bone in his body that he was willing to use to care for them when he had better things to do.

The Freelancer was making his way through the observatory when he heard someone screaming, albeit muffled through both his helmet and in the basement. Well, that was interesting. No one around the area seemed to be in a sort of panic though, and so he doubted that it was one of the civilians that existed in this outpost. He flicked one of his ears inside of his helmet as he made his way over as everyone began to crowd around Bastille. The other said that they should ignore the shrieking, but he would easily be able to put the pieces together of what was happening. They had more prisoners. Washington knew he was probably going to have to keep Carolina away from them in her current state. Washington's body language seemed to remain calm like it usually was as he looked where Bastille was going. [b]"Has interrogation been scheduled for the captives?" Washington questioned in his deadpanned tone that he usually talked in. Speaking in a formal military manner when addressing really anyone. The Freelancer could interrogate whoever was down there quite easily and get the information that they needed. This was War after all. Most means necessary were allowed to be used when it came to winning said War.

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Tags | Updated 07/27/18:

[color=black]GENERAL:
★ AGENT WASHINGTON | WASH, WASHINGTON, DAVID | MALE
★ Heterosexual
★ 3 years | Birthday | Ages realistically
★ Ascendants |  KUIPER CORPORAL [HP] | 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 (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