07-06-2018, 10:54 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]All Church had ever really known was their little bases in Blood Gulch, with a few places before that, like Sidewinder. That place had been less than pleasant, though, with the whole thing with Tex killing all the other men. He preferred not to think about it much. Either way, most of his years in the military were spent in that canyon, aimlessly trying to defeat the Reds but never succeeding. He didn't know--and still didn't--that they were simply lab rats, a bunch of soldiers that had fallen short that were sent out to test things for the real higher-ups. He probably would have flipped his lid if he found out. Or when, rather.
As Carolina turns to him, eyes ablaze, he suddenly felt like only an inch tall. He had no idea who this person was, yet she seemed to know who he was, and that only made it that much worse. A chill crawled up his spine as she addressed him, talking about how she had a lot to ask of him. Oh great. Something told him he wouldn't have the answers, and he wasn't sure how happy she would be about that. Even if he didn't know, she'd probably end up trying to beat them out of him.
The canine's head bobs back and forth as people start to bicker and argue, none of the clan members seeming happy about her sudden arrival. She was pretty abrasive and even he wasn't too happy about her being there, mostly because she was a Freelancer and they weren't normally good news. They were almost like harbingers of danger. Either way, whether he wanted to work with them or not, he didn't have much choice. Both of them could easily overpower him, especially now in this damn dog body.
So, ultimately, he has no choice but to follow them as they begin to leave. Of course he has a sour expression on his face, but his lips are pursed tightly together, trying his best to hold back the complaints building up in his throat. "What do I have to do with any of this, anyway?" he finally asks after a moment, glaring at Washington's back. Even if he was complying for now, that didn't mean he would idly follow.
"SPEECH"
As Carolina turns to him, eyes ablaze, he suddenly felt like only an inch tall. He had no idea who this person was, yet she seemed to know who he was, and that only made it that much worse. A chill crawled up his spine as she addressed him, talking about how she had a lot to ask of him. Oh great. Something told him he wouldn't have the answers, and he wasn't sure how happy she would be about that. Even if he didn't know, she'd probably end up trying to beat them out of him.
The canine's head bobs back and forth as people start to bicker and argue, none of the clan members seeming happy about her sudden arrival. She was pretty abrasive and even he wasn't too happy about her being there, mostly because she was a Freelancer and they weren't normally good news. They were almost like harbingers of danger. Either way, whether he wanted to work with them or not, he didn't have much choice. Both of them could easily overpower him, especially now in this damn dog body.
So, ultimately, he has no choice but to follow them as they begin to leave. Of course he has a sour expression on his face, but his lips are pursed tightly together, trying his best to hold back the complaints building up in his throat. "What do I have to do with any of this, anyway?" he finally asks after a moment, glaring at Washington's back. Even if he was complying for now, that didn't mean he would idly follow.
"SPEECH"