07-01-2018, 03:33 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Like Caboose, Church had known how to fight at one point. Well, maybe not with guns, since he had an awful aim. But in other areas, he was pretty good, acceptable at least in military terms. Now, though, he was just stuck in a body he had now fucking idea how to operate. It was frustrating, both that and not knowing what had happened to him for certain. How had they gotten here? He knew he had died, but usually he just became a ghost again. Speaking of which, how did he die when he was just a spirit? So many questions with no answers. He was grasping at straws.
Trotting up onto the scene, he glances at his companion, rolling his eyes behind his helmet. At least he was still as dumb as a rock. It gave Church a sense of familiarity, having his teammate around, though it was unfortunate he had to endure his obliviousness again. Unfortunately Tucker probably would have been just as insufferable. He had, after all, been graced with two idiots for his team. (Too bad he wasn't much better himself.)
He takes a seat and regards the others with wary eyes, still unsure how to feel about his 'clan-mates' or whatever. He still really didn't understand the whole clan thing, and with all his time in the military, he liked to just think of them as his new team. It was a lot easier than adjusting to the new terms and what not. "Hey, I'll join in, I guess," he says, then falls silent as he waits for explanations and orders.
"SPEECH"
Trotting up onto the scene, he glances at his companion, rolling his eyes behind his helmet. At least he was still as dumb as a rock. It gave Church a sense of familiarity, having his teammate around, though it was unfortunate he had to endure his obliviousness again. Unfortunately Tucker probably would have been just as insufferable. He had, after all, been graced with two idiots for his team. (Too bad he wasn't much better himself.)
He takes a seat and regards the others with wary eyes, still unsure how to feel about his 'clan-mates' or whatever. He still really didn't understand the whole clan thing, and with all his time in the military, he liked to just think of them as his new team. It was a lot easier than adjusting to the new terms and what not. "Hey, I'll join in, I guess," he says, then falls silent as he waits for explanations and orders.
"SPEECH"