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[/td][/tr][/table]Agent Washington
former human - freelancer - sassy
Everyone had questions about them. That was understandable. What was not acceptable was for others to simply make assumptions about the way that they worked. The Freelancer didn't like the incompetence that some of the animals here expressed toward them. They hadn't wanted to be in this kind of world, and yet they were stuck with each other and were going to have to live with it. So far, Washington had been playing the neutral party, trying is best to keep everyone calm so that they wouldn't think about attacking them. Now attacking them would probably result in several casualties and there were several chances that they wouldn't be able to get the equipment they needed without any sort of a fight.
He knew that some of these animals were strange in what they were capable of. Washington still has yet to see what was considered to be the magic except for the time that Bastille and Roy had used their powers. Which was extremely confusing he had to say the least and the majority of the time he just blocked it out of his mind as he had many other things to worry about. He knew that the tension between them and everyone else had died down a little bit, but he knew that they were far from trusting each other. It would be beneficial to them to try and befriend them, even if it was just a little bit. There was a couple that Washington was already taking advantage of their trust, which he was doing with everyone that he was interacting with. He wasn't a good guy. Without his helmet, one would be able to see that he didn't care about any of the animals that lived in this group.
They were just animals after all, and he knew that he would probably never see them again thanks to that when they would become human they would go back to their world. Washington was still confused as to how Carolina came back to life and was now a serval. Another image that he was pushing back into the depts of his mind. He knew that there was plenty of confidential information that he couldn't go into detail in, and he wasn't going to end up revealing something that would end up making them look weak. That wasn't the intention. The true intention that he had was to get others familiar with them so that they wouldn't end up crossing paths at a bad time.
The Freelancer intended to use those that lived in the outpost until they outlived their usefulness. He wasn't sure if Carolina felt the same way, but if needed to to cover their track he would easily try to burn everything down of this place without hesitation. He was done with hesitating, as it was because of his hesitation that he had ended up with a broken arm in the first place. He had hesitated in fighting a former teammate and he didn't react quick enough. He nearly died that day and he knew that if he did die, he didn't expect himself to come back either. The medical advances here wouldn't save him from a near fatal wound if he did get one. Either way, the facade that he constantly put on didn't seem at all remotely questioned. Those that trusted him were making a fatal mistake. The armored smilodon had some downtime to kill, which was only around an hour in his schedule.
Washington didn't want to waste his time completely, but he knew that this was probably going to be necessary. He was just trying his damn best to avoid Texas and sometimes Carolina so that he wouldn't have another episode again. No one has come to question what his mental health actually was, not like he would tell them anyway if they asked. Washington made his way toward the bottom of the steps of the telescope. He didn't get onto the steps as there would be no points and climbing stairs was a pain in the ass with a broken left arm that he couldn't put pressure on it. He flicked one of his rounded ears inside of his helmet as he sat himself down. The former human seemed to sit there for several seconds in silence as he closed his gold and blue eyes. He was honestly preparing himself as he wasn't that great when it came to social interactions.
Clearing his throat, he lowered his head into a neutral position, the lights that adorned his armor on and basically broadcasting his position. His right paw shifted on the ground as the voices started in the back of his mind at his growing anxieties. The freelancer craned his neck to side till he heard a crack. One would think that he would be used to having nothing but constant headaches for a straight week, but this didn't seem to be the case. Clearing his throat he would speak out to those that were in the area.[b] "I'm here to answer questions about us since I know the majority of you have a lot of questions. I can't give out everything though as there is confidential information I can't speak of. You all have one-hour starting now." Washington made it clear that he wasn't going to be able to answer every question that was directed toward him. If anything, he'd be more likely to give a vague enough answer that would satisfy those that would question him. He was too tired to try and start an argument though, and if anyone wanted to yell at him for his answers he wouldn't give a damn.
howieHe knew that some of these animals were strange in what they were capable of. Washington still has yet to see what was considered to be the magic except for the time that Bastille and Roy had used their powers. Which was extremely confusing he had to say the least and the majority of the time he just blocked it out of his mind as he had many other things to worry about. He knew that the tension between them and everyone else had died down a little bit, but he knew that they were far from trusting each other. It would be beneficial to them to try and befriend them, even if it was just a little bit. There was a couple that Washington was already taking advantage of their trust, which he was doing with everyone that he was interacting with. He wasn't a good guy. Without his helmet, one would be able to see that he didn't care about any of the animals that lived in this group.
They were just animals after all, and he knew that he would probably never see them again thanks to that when they would become human they would go back to their world. Washington was still confused as to how Carolina came back to life and was now a serval. Another image that he was pushing back into the depts of his mind. He knew that there was plenty of confidential information that he couldn't go into detail in, and he wasn't going to end up revealing something that would end up making them look weak. That wasn't the intention. The true intention that he had was to get others familiar with them so that they wouldn't end up crossing paths at a bad time.
The Freelancer intended to use those that lived in the outpost until they outlived their usefulness. He wasn't sure if Carolina felt the same way, but if needed to to cover their track he would easily try to burn everything down of this place without hesitation. He was done with hesitating, as it was because of his hesitation that he had ended up with a broken arm in the first place. He had hesitated in fighting a former teammate and he didn't react quick enough. He nearly died that day and he knew that if he did die, he didn't expect himself to come back either. The medical advances here wouldn't save him from a near fatal wound if he did get one. Either way, the facade that he constantly put on didn't seem at all remotely questioned. Those that trusted him were making a fatal mistake. The armored smilodon had some downtime to kill, which was only around an hour in his schedule.
Washington didn't want to waste his time completely, but he knew that this was probably going to be necessary. He was just trying his damn best to avoid Texas and sometimes Carolina so that he wouldn't have another episode again. No one has come to question what his mental health actually was, not like he would tell them anyway if they asked. Washington made his way toward the bottom of the steps of the telescope. He didn't get onto the steps as there would be no points and climbing stairs was a pain in the ass with a broken left arm that he couldn't put pressure on it. He flicked one of his rounded ears inside of his helmet as he sat himself down. The former human seemed to sit there for several seconds in silence as he closed his gold and blue eyes. He was honestly preparing himself as he wasn't that great when it came to social interactions.
Clearing his throat, he lowered his head into a neutral position, the lights that adorned his armor on and basically broadcasting his position. His right paw shifted on the ground as the voices started in the back of his mind at his growing anxieties. The freelancer craned his neck to side till he heard a crack. One would think that he would be used to having nothing but constant headaches for a straight week, but this didn't seem to be the case. Clearing his throat he would speak out to those that were in the area.[b] "I'm here to answer questions about us since I know the majority of you have a lot of questions. I can't give out everything though as there is confidential information I can't speak of. You all have one-hour starting now." Washington made it clear that he wasn't going to be able to answer every question that was directed toward him. If anything, he'd be more likely to give a vague enough answer that would satisfy those that would question him. He was too tired to try and start an argument though, and if anyone wanted to yell at him for his answers he wouldn't give a damn.
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