07-05-2018, 06:46 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Simply put, Church hated Freelancers. There were a handful of reasons, mostly personal, but the main one was that they were all dangerous murderers. He had learned that they weren't to be trusted early on. That's why he had been so defensive when he had found out that they were stuck with a Freelancer. Unfortunately, Washington had seemed like he was the only one who had an inch of knowledge about what was going on, so he had opted to reluctantly follow him. Of course he had been somewhat rebellious in the beginning, but after some intimidation, he mostly followed orders. Mostly.
One of them had been enough, and to think that more were around only made him on edge. He knew they weren't above stealthily killing someone, so he was always on alert, just in case one decided to sneak up on him. If he and the rest of them had come here, then it was possible some other Freelancers were here, too. But he naturally tried to hope against that.
Patrols had become some what of a routine of his, scouting out for any signs that other soldiers were around. When Washington wasn't ordering him around to do other things, he would search the perimeter of the territory, keeping a sharp eye out. That's how he came across them. He had missed the part where Carolina had attacked Washington, but arrived just in time to hear his name being mentioned. It startled him a bit, and he was tempted to try and sneak away. But he knew better than to try and attempt that with skilled soldiers around. So instead he stepped forward and mentally kissed his ass goodbye.
"Yeah, well, I'm right here. What do you want?" he says, a bit more snappish than he had intended. But he was wary and so he had that edge to him, eyes flickering between the leopardess and smilodon behind his helmet. He probably looked like a scared mouse about to make a run for it.
"SPEECH"
One of them had been enough, and to think that more were around only made him on edge. He knew they weren't above stealthily killing someone, so he was always on alert, just in case one decided to sneak up on him. If he and the rest of them had come here, then it was possible some other Freelancers were here, too. But he naturally tried to hope against that.
Patrols had become some what of a routine of his, scouting out for any signs that other soldiers were around. When Washington wasn't ordering him around to do other things, he would search the perimeter of the territory, keeping a sharp eye out. That's how he came across them. He had missed the part where Carolina had attacked Washington, but arrived just in time to hear his name being mentioned. It startled him a bit, and he was tempted to try and sneak away. But he knew better than to try and attempt that with skilled soldiers around. So instead he stepped forward and mentally kissed his ass goodbye.
"Yeah, well, I'm right here. What do you want?" he says, a bit more snappish than he had intended. But he was wary and so he had that edge to him, eyes flickering between the leopardess and smilodon behind his helmet. He probably looked like a scared mouse about to make a run for it.
"SPEECH"