07-02-2018, 09:46 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Church, on the other hand, was used to not working.
In Blood Gulch, there was hardly ever anything to do except for keeping their shit in check and half-heartedly fighting with the Reds. Half the time they didn't even fight, just take hostages and bicker against one another. That was about it. Then other times they had to work together, which was always weird, considering they had been against each other for years. There was always weird shit going on, it seemed, but for the most part, they usually just did whatever. It was boring as hell, and he made it a point to always comment on it.
He had to choose between going back to that place, or staying here as a dog. In the end, he had chosen to go back, even if it would continue on and drive him insane. His only wish was to one day be transferred to some other place. Still, since none had won the 'war' so far, the chances of it were slim. Being in the military sucked.
Stepping outside of the Observatory, the canine quickly spots Washington, sitting under a tree. He didn't like nor trust him, but since he seemed to know what he was doing, he would just go along with what he said. For now, anyways. He wasn't the type to be so easily bossed around. Plus he didn't like Freelancers at all, which made it especially hard for him to take his orders.
"Hey, Wash," he says, holding back from calling him a Freelancer asshole. Yeah, he definitely had a grudge. "What're you doing?" he doesn't have anyone else to talk to, besides Caboose, which he'll pass on.
"SPEECH"
In Blood Gulch, there was hardly ever anything to do except for keeping their shit in check and half-heartedly fighting with the Reds. Half the time they didn't even fight, just take hostages and bicker against one another. That was about it. Then other times they had to work together, which was always weird, considering they had been against each other for years. There was always weird shit going on, it seemed, but for the most part, they usually just did whatever. It was boring as hell, and he made it a point to always comment on it.
He had to choose between going back to that place, or staying here as a dog. In the end, he had chosen to go back, even if it would continue on and drive him insane. His only wish was to one day be transferred to some other place. Still, since none had won the 'war' so far, the chances of it were slim. Being in the military sucked.
Stepping outside of the Observatory, the canine quickly spots Washington, sitting under a tree. He didn't like nor trust him, but since he seemed to know what he was doing, he would just go along with what he said. For now, anyways. He wasn't the type to be so easily bossed around. Plus he didn't like Freelancers at all, which made it especially hard for him to take his orders.
"Hey, Wash," he says, holding back from calling him a Freelancer asshole. Yeah, he definitely had a grudge. "What're you doing?" he doesn't have anyone else to talk to, besides Caboose, which he'll pass on.
"SPEECH"