07-13-2018, 03:03 AM
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Washington and Carolina had refused to eat the likes of raw meat while they were around. For Washington, it just didn't seem like something that he would ever end up getting used to. He would much rather have something cooked, even if his body looked at raw meat like it was the best thing in the world. Washington was trying to keep his human mind and his animalistic mind separate from one another. But that was a little bit more difficult with the fact that his mind was already messed up enough as it was. There was no changing the damage that had been done by Epsilon when he had been put into his head already. He refused to get used to the aspect of life in a place like this where he certainly didn't belong. Which should have been obvious by now with the way that he interacted with others and the way he and Carolina didn't just follow the orders that were given to them in a place like this. They wanted to get back to being human, and if any of those that lived in this current outpost took that as some form of insult, then he didn't really care.
Just because they hated humans because this year humans still hunted animals, it wasn't really business. He was pretty sure that if any human saw the likes of him or any of the larger creatures that lived here in this Outpost, they would run away in fear and not even bother to fight back. He had even debated forcefully making his way toward a human city so that he could grab all the supplies that they would end up needing to communicate those that could actually communicate with them. Easier said than done when he couldn't exactly move around as silently as he would have liked anyway. Carolina was more suited to that, but that was only because she had her suit on. She was a feline, which was more than capable of moving around with a significant amount of silence that made stealth missions a whole lot easier. He had never really been all that stealthy, but he had been smart during his time in Project Freelancer where he would be able to take shots at a long distance away and make it seem like he had never been there.
He was a good distraction for a rookie he had to admit, even if others weren't going to say it for him. He had to have some semblance of pride if he wanted to continue climbing up the ranks like he was. Either way, he didn't want to become an animal and simply refused to do what his body wanted him to do half of the time. He ate what he needed to eat just enough to keep him alive, but also keep his muscle mass healthy so that he didn't die from starvation. He didn't hunt like the rest of the group, and instead waited for the food to be prepared, something that he was used to doing, although it could be considered selfish. Washington refused to teach himself how to hunt because he knew that if he did that he would be forced to become more of an animal. He didn't want to stoop to that level, not even a little bit. He would much rather wait for jerky or just cooked meat to be prepared so that he didn't give into his animal instincts. Being a large predator had its perk that he didn't have to worry about most animals picking a fight with the likes of him.
But there was also the factor that he had to worry about the instincts that came with being an apex predator. Anything that was smaller than him basically looked like potential food for him to kill. He had remembered getting the urge to kill Church when the other had disobeyed a direct order. He had been furious at the canine, and Washington was more than capable of snapping the other's neck with a slap of his paw if he had really wanted to. Which had been obvious to the simulation trooper because the other hadn't exactly refused any orders that he had given recently. Good enough. They didn't exactly have time to argue amongst themselves when they could be working together to get out of here. The Freelancer had more to worry about than his struggles of being an animal. He knew that there were more threats around that they were going to have to take care of, threats that he had somewhat kept hidden from the Ascendants because they didn't need to know because it wasn't their fight.
It was the Freelancer's job to make sure that everything was accounted for. It was protocol, and soon he and Carolina were more than likely going to start moving from place to place. This way they could cover more ground, and Washington didn't care if those that they came into contact with didn't like it. They needed all their gear, and he wasn't about to let anyone have any of it. It was important, and not only that it was expensive. If they brought it back to the Director, there was a chance that they wouldn't be killed on the spot. Either way, Washington's attention went from Carolina back to the domestic cat when she started talking once he had arrived. He didn't really know what was going on with the situation, and he honestly didn't really care. A low huff escapes his jaws at the way that Elon is looking at Carolina. He wasn't sure if he liked it and what it actually implied. "More like classified agent." Washington would interject for the female.
Super secret agent? That sounded something like a joke, but he was quick to correct her on what they really were. Refusing to actually state exactly who they worked or, or didn't really work for anyway. He flicked one of his ears inside of his helmet as he waited a couple of seconds before speaking again. "Agent Washington." The armored smilodon would introduce himself with a distinct lack of emotion. He didn't care about how others knew his name or how they addressed him as long as they did it with respect. The other had obviously heard his name spoken if Carolina spoke to her about himself. Which raised the question of why Carolina had mentioned him at all? The rest of the interaction between everyone was certainly... questionable. But it wasn't his job to question those that were looking to get into this place, and she certainly didn't remind him of any Freelancer that he knew even if she was going by a different name. From the sound of it, she sounded hungry, and everyone seemed to be willing to give her the food that she would need.
He knew what it was like to be close to starving to death. Something that Washington had done to himself when he had refused to eat any raw meat until he was given some other option. That's why he was mentioned, although Imperia probably had more than he did inside of his armor at the moment. She was definitely sarcastic he could give her that, but he doesn't really seem to care about the females sarcasm. He raised one of his half armored paws and reached to the side of his armor where there was a small storage space just underneath where his armor touched his skin. It wasn't extremely hot out so the plastic bag didn't exactly feel warm. Soon, he presented a bag of venison jerky that was seasoned by Imperia herself and tossed it gently in Elon's direction. "There." Washington stated calmly, not saying anything else about the situation. If she wanted to join this place, that wasn't his job and it was those that lived here that were going to have to take care of her now. The armored smilodon soon got back up onto his paws and looked like he was ready to leave unless Elon had anything else to say. "speech"
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