07-04-2018, 02:22 AM
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Agent Washington is correct: Imperia would not be able to endure military training, but not because of the physical requirements. No, the dainty creature is delicate by choice, not because she is incapable of incredible feats of physical prowess. Pierre and the other pack members tried and tried to mold her into an apex predator—they recognized her brilliance, her intelligence, but quickly became frustrated with how unresponsive the child was to their training. Why? Because hers is a heart full of kindness and goodwill. In order to become a true apex predator, one must abandon all compassion and mercy in favor of embracing one's most primal instincts. Why become a cold-blooded killer when many problems can easily be solved by kind words and rational thought? Why trade morals and ethics for pure power when it is the rules which bind people to goodness that gives life meaning? Imperia knows the chaos of a place ruled by anarchy. She is familiar with the methods of reward and punishment. If someone was unfortunate enough not to fit the predetermined idea of a valuable pack member, they suffered their entire lives. Peri experienced that firsthand. So, no, the lovely young she-wolf would not make a good soldier. While she can always relearn the confidence necessary to abandon her submissive habits, she is completely unwilling to even consider walking a morally grey path, bound to an organization which exists solely for killing even if they possess good intentions.
It truly is a shame that many people look down upon the softhearted. In regards to Imperia, people miss out on a wonderfully sharp and brilliant mind. A talented healer in the making and a well-read scholar, the meek huntress knows many things beyond common knowledge and possesses the capability to absorb much more. It does not bother her much to be overlooked, though. Peri does not require acknowledgement to act true to her nature. She listens, wide-eyed, as Agent Washington explains the components of his armor and its uses. "Fascinating!" she gushes with a slight grin. Imagine the applications of such technology! Imperia already imagines reinforcing the architecture of key structures like nurseries and healing dens. Contrary to Washington's initial assumption, it is the concept of "bullets" which escapes her understanding, not the mention of an alloy. Peri has never heard of a "bullet," but she is familiar with bronze. "No, no, I follow. Bronze is an alloy—copper and tin. I've never heard of titanium, though? It must be some sort of stronger material, right?" Large, silver eyes shine like a full moon on a clear night, twinkling with a sort of bookish excitement only those in love with learning could ever express. Imperia already brainstorms a plethora of applications for reinforced metal.
"I can take my helmet on. It's not stuck to me so I can take it off whenever I want."
A sheepish smile crosses her features. It's blatantly obvious now that he says it. Peri wishes she would take the time to think about her words before she says them. "Ah, I see," she murmurs, thoughtfully cocking her head to the side. "I understand it's advantage in warfare, but I imagine it must be awfully burdensome sometimes. The world is much prettier without a barrier—" Imperia says this softly, almost as if speaking her thoughts aloud rather than directly addressing the armored smilodon. "—and more intimate." For someone who so thoroughly enjoys interaction with others, just the thought of not being able to have that intimacy of face-to-face communication would make her feel stifled and isolated. A helmet is just another layer between the world, she knows that, but it must be lonely. If she wore a mask, she would not be able to smile and make people feel safe and loved in her presence. Curt though his response is, Washington's assurance that he too is pleased to meet her brings a radiant smile to Imperia's lovely features. If she could blush, she would be blushing now. It always feels nice to know that people enjoy her presence, even if it is minimal.
"You can have all of them. I do not mind—I can always make more," a bit of a lie, for Agent Washington's sake. The jerky she carries with her now is the last of her reserve and it will take quite some time to gather the necessary ingredients to replenish her store. But Imperia cares more about the male receiving the nourishment he requires to remain healthy than indulging her picky eating habits. Thankfully, it seems that Suiteheart has a solution to the pair's dietary dilemma. "Oh that would be wonderful, Miss. I've always wanted to learn how to make my own fire—I've always had to ask someone else to help." Peri detests being so reliant on others, so she is always eager to take advantage of situations where she can learn to become more self-sufficient. Anything to no longer be a burden. As Bastille approaches, the she-wolf offers hims a welcoming smile. Always nice to see a friendly face, even if he does look impossibly tired. Imperia is about to say something to the astral seraph when she is once more distracted by Agent Washington. "Fire elementals is a power—a magical one, I suppose—where one can control and even create fire in all it's forms." She is basically a walking encyclopedia, this one.
It truly is a shame that many people look down upon the softhearted. In regards to Imperia, people miss out on a wonderfully sharp and brilliant mind. A talented healer in the making and a well-read scholar, the meek huntress knows many things beyond common knowledge and possesses the capability to absorb much more. It does not bother her much to be overlooked, though. Peri does not require acknowledgement to act true to her nature. She listens, wide-eyed, as Agent Washington explains the components of his armor and its uses. "Fascinating!" she gushes with a slight grin. Imagine the applications of such technology! Imperia already imagines reinforcing the architecture of key structures like nurseries and healing dens. Contrary to Washington's initial assumption, it is the concept of "bullets" which escapes her understanding, not the mention of an alloy. Peri has never heard of a "bullet," but she is familiar with bronze. "No, no, I follow. Bronze is an alloy—copper and tin. I've never heard of titanium, though? It must be some sort of stronger material, right?" Large, silver eyes shine like a full moon on a clear night, twinkling with a sort of bookish excitement only those in love with learning could ever express. Imperia already brainstorms a plethora of applications for reinforced metal.
"I can take my helmet on. It's not stuck to me so I can take it off whenever I want."
A sheepish smile crosses her features. It's blatantly obvious now that he says it. Peri wishes she would take the time to think about her words before she says them. "Ah, I see," she murmurs, thoughtfully cocking her head to the side. "I understand it's advantage in warfare, but I imagine it must be awfully burdensome sometimes. The world is much prettier without a barrier—" Imperia says this softly, almost as if speaking her thoughts aloud rather than directly addressing the armored smilodon. "—and more intimate." For someone who so thoroughly enjoys interaction with others, just the thought of not being able to have that intimacy of face-to-face communication would make her feel stifled and isolated. A helmet is just another layer between the world, she knows that, but it must be lonely. If she wore a mask, she would not be able to smile and make people feel safe and loved in her presence. Curt though his response is, Washington's assurance that he too is pleased to meet her brings a radiant smile to Imperia's lovely features. If she could blush, she would be blushing now. It always feels nice to know that people enjoy her presence, even if it is minimal.
"You can have all of them. I do not mind—I can always make more," a bit of a lie, for Agent Washington's sake. The jerky she carries with her now is the last of her reserve and it will take quite some time to gather the necessary ingredients to replenish her store. But Imperia cares more about the male receiving the nourishment he requires to remain healthy than indulging her picky eating habits. Thankfully, it seems that Suiteheart has a solution to the pair's dietary dilemma. "Oh that would be wonderful, Miss. I've always wanted to learn how to make my own fire—I've always had to ask someone else to help." Peri detests being so reliant on others, so she is always eager to take advantage of situations where she can learn to become more self-sufficient. Anything to no longer be a burden. As Bastille approaches, the she-wolf offers hims a welcoming smile. Always nice to see a friendly face, even if he does look impossibly tired. Imperia is about to say something to the astral seraph when she is once more distracted by Agent Washington. "Fire elementals is a power—a magical one, I suppose—where one can control and even create fire in all it's forms." She is basically a walking encyclopedia, this one.