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[/td][/tr][/table]Agent Washington
former human - freelancer - sassy
Washington enjoyed it when something was explained as being logical. There were times during his military career that certain things may not be considered to be logical, but alien races were considered to be quite different from their own and they all had their own different technology. But that didn't mean that the majority of them didn't have the same functions either. The types of weapons that the humans used during the war were similar in their method of what they were used for as the alien weapons. They just had different variations and the aliens used a different type of ammo compared to them. It was a type of energy that could burn them, and even the idea of slip space jumps made sense to Washington because it could be proved scientifically. It was a normal day for the likes of the former human that came from the world, and something like this world not everything could be explained logically, and that's where he drew the line. There was no explanation as to why these animals were capable of having powers. There was no explanation as to how these creatures came into being and everyone just seemed to shrug it off without asking any sort of questions. What was the point of not asking questions? Because one could come off as being rude? Yeah right.
No one should get angry at someone for asking a simple question. If someone asked him something personal, the Freelancer would simply shrug it off and not even bother to ask. Now if it was someone that he knew that was trying to get a reaction out of him he wouldn't give them the satisfaction. He was a soldier after all. Washington was used to the strange world that he used to exist in. Super soldiers existed there, massive spaceships with giant cannons that were installed into them. Shields that helped keep wearers of certain suits safe. Only the Spartans had the shields though, as Freelancers never really had the likes of a shield unless it was special equipment, which was the equipment that the Meta had. Alien equipment wasn't something that confused him, and if anyone told him that they were an alien he would probably believe that. Aliens did exist, even if they hadn't contacted the likes of this Earth yet. Washington wouldn't believe someone if they told him that they were a vampire or some type of diety. Those simply didn't exist. Now if someone actually wasn't a god and just thought of themselves to be when it came to power, then he would believe that. This place was so strange and he guessed that he considered himself lucky that he didn't have to deal with most of the strange stuff as he could simply avoid it entirely. While he was sitting down, Washington raised one of his paws and scratched the back of his neck where the failed implantation scar was.
The scar got itchy and felt like it was burning when he was distress or near Church and Texas. Luckily the first person that approached him was someone that he knew. Not personally, but just really on a name to name basis really. Washington flicked one of his ears inside of his helmet as he lowered his arm as he looked at the large domestic at. The feline almost as large as he was. The other seemed to be passionate about her question, and the feline almost got an immediate response from the Freelancer. [b]"No it's not. This armor was made by humans, specifically by the UNSC as its Mark 6 armor that has been modified to fit soldiers that haven't had to go through augmentation." Washington would state calmly in his explanation, and raise his right paw to touch the metal portion of his armor making the sound come from it. His attention then turned to another creature, one that was obviously of hybrid origin. The idea of hybrids didn't bother him all that much because during his time in the military they would try to see exactly what they could splice together. Hell, they were trying to bring people back from the dead. Hybrids were more of the normal things that he saw in this strange world. This animal didn't say anything though and it wasn't someone that he recognized either.
Not a surprise as there were plenty of animals that he didn't interact with a place like this. They just simply... sat there. Interesting, but it wasn't something that bothered the Freelancer to have the female's presence around him. "Agent Washington." The armored smilodon would introduce himself calmly toward Naomi even if she didn't ask before turning toward the others that were asking questions. Thea was next, remembering the leopard fairly easily. He didn't return Thea's smile inside of his helmet though, a neutral and exhausted look hidden behind his helmet. What did he like to do? That was a tough question. He was doing a job right now and he wasn't sure enjoying it was really the term to use. There was a long pause as he thought about how to answer it, which one could consider not that enjoyable, but he was used to it. He raised his head slightly and tilted it to the side as he began to think about how to answer it. But it didn't seem like he really had to this time as a familiar voice rang in his ears. His head turned to look in the direction of Carolina as she began to make her way over. And Washington would shake his head at what she said, quick to correct her. That was definitely not true! He didn't mope. "Okay no no that isn't true." Washington said quickly, almost stumbling over his words as he gestured toward Carolina and Thea. That wasn't his answer. A huff would escape his jaws as he shook his head again his attention back toward Carolina.
"You're the one to talk. Seems you enjoy not sleeping as your favorite pastime." Washington would slightly tease back, but if the other thought he hadn't noticed that she was out and about more often and wasn't sleeping as much when they shared a room then she was mistaken. A tired grin would spread across his facial features, not like anyone could see it of course. The former human then realized that he hadn't answered Thea's question. He hummed to himself for a second before shrugging his shoulders and speaking. "I guess I like eating what good food is available here." Having spent most of his career eating MRE's meant that getting any form of good food was definitely something that was nice. Although, he would much rather have answered a question that pertained to them and who they were. The questions were going to go off topic pretty fast he had a feeling. He did turn his head when Carolina sat close to him, but like every interaction they had, there was a distance between them. Something that Washington greatly appreciated, just because she was his comrade didn't make her an exception. She was going to let him answer the questions, which he preferred.
Turning his attention toward the next animal that made her way over, it was a familiar face. Suiteheart. He thought that the second in command was going to ask him a question about the project, but this didn't seem to be the case. His fondest memory. Well, that was certainly difficult for him to do and Washington fell silent for a moment before letting out a sigh. His memories were not his own, and he didn't want to say something that could make Carolina realize that he wasn't as mentally healthy as he liked to perceive himself to be. "I guess cooking for my sisters." Washington would say in the usual deadpanned tone as he shrugged his shoulders again. He didn't have a lot of his childhood memories left, as they were replaced with the Directors memories and the face of Allison. He was starting to take note of what felt like the memories were pieced together and which ones were out of place. It was the only way for him to tell which memories were his and which weren't. The Freelancer would shift his feet though, as this wasn't supposed to be about him, it was supposed to be about the Freelancers and so far it was Pim that had asked a question that perceived to that. This was going to be a long day.
howieNo one should get angry at someone for asking a simple question. If someone asked him something personal, the Freelancer would simply shrug it off and not even bother to ask. Now if it was someone that he knew that was trying to get a reaction out of him he wouldn't give them the satisfaction. He was a soldier after all. Washington was used to the strange world that he used to exist in. Super soldiers existed there, massive spaceships with giant cannons that were installed into them. Shields that helped keep wearers of certain suits safe. Only the Spartans had the shields though, as Freelancers never really had the likes of a shield unless it was special equipment, which was the equipment that the Meta had. Alien equipment wasn't something that confused him, and if anyone told him that they were an alien he would probably believe that. Aliens did exist, even if they hadn't contacted the likes of this Earth yet. Washington wouldn't believe someone if they told him that they were a vampire or some type of diety. Those simply didn't exist. Now if someone actually wasn't a god and just thought of themselves to be when it came to power, then he would believe that. This place was so strange and he guessed that he considered himself lucky that he didn't have to deal with most of the strange stuff as he could simply avoid it entirely. While he was sitting down, Washington raised one of his paws and scratched the back of his neck where the failed implantation scar was.
The scar got itchy and felt like it was burning when he was distress or near Church and Texas. Luckily the first person that approached him was someone that he knew. Not personally, but just really on a name to name basis really. Washington flicked one of his ears inside of his helmet as he lowered his arm as he looked at the large domestic at. The feline almost as large as he was. The other seemed to be passionate about her question, and the feline almost got an immediate response from the Freelancer. [b]"No it's not. This armor was made by humans, specifically by the UNSC as its Mark 6 armor that has been modified to fit soldiers that haven't had to go through augmentation." Washington would state calmly in his explanation, and raise his right paw to touch the metal portion of his armor making the sound come from it. His attention then turned to another creature, one that was obviously of hybrid origin. The idea of hybrids didn't bother him all that much because during his time in the military they would try to see exactly what they could splice together. Hell, they were trying to bring people back from the dead. Hybrids were more of the normal things that he saw in this strange world. This animal didn't say anything though and it wasn't someone that he recognized either.
Not a surprise as there were plenty of animals that he didn't interact with a place like this. They just simply... sat there. Interesting, but it wasn't something that bothered the Freelancer to have the female's presence around him. "Agent Washington." The armored smilodon would introduce himself calmly toward Naomi even if she didn't ask before turning toward the others that were asking questions. Thea was next, remembering the leopard fairly easily. He didn't return Thea's smile inside of his helmet though, a neutral and exhausted look hidden behind his helmet. What did he like to do? That was a tough question. He was doing a job right now and he wasn't sure enjoying it was really the term to use. There was a long pause as he thought about how to answer it, which one could consider not that enjoyable, but he was used to it. He raised his head slightly and tilted it to the side as he began to think about how to answer it. But it didn't seem like he really had to this time as a familiar voice rang in his ears. His head turned to look in the direction of Carolina as she began to make her way over. And Washington would shake his head at what she said, quick to correct her. That was definitely not true! He didn't mope. "Okay no no that isn't true." Washington said quickly, almost stumbling over his words as he gestured toward Carolina and Thea. That wasn't his answer. A huff would escape his jaws as he shook his head again his attention back toward Carolina.
"You're the one to talk. Seems you enjoy not sleeping as your favorite pastime." Washington would slightly tease back, but if the other thought he hadn't noticed that she was out and about more often and wasn't sleeping as much when they shared a room then she was mistaken. A tired grin would spread across his facial features, not like anyone could see it of course. The former human then realized that he hadn't answered Thea's question. He hummed to himself for a second before shrugging his shoulders and speaking. "I guess I like eating what good food is available here." Having spent most of his career eating MRE's meant that getting any form of good food was definitely something that was nice. Although, he would much rather have answered a question that pertained to them and who they were. The questions were going to go off topic pretty fast he had a feeling. He did turn his head when Carolina sat close to him, but like every interaction they had, there was a distance between them. Something that Washington greatly appreciated, just because she was his comrade didn't make her an exception. She was going to let him answer the questions, which he preferred.
Turning his attention toward the next animal that made her way over, it was a familiar face. Suiteheart. He thought that the second in command was going to ask him a question about the project, but this didn't seem to be the case. His fondest memory. Well, that was certainly difficult for him to do and Washington fell silent for a moment before letting out a sigh. His memories were not his own, and he didn't want to say something that could make Carolina realize that he wasn't as mentally healthy as he liked to perceive himself to be. "I guess cooking for my sisters." Washington would say in the usual deadpanned tone as he shrugged his shoulders again. He didn't have a lot of his childhood memories left, as they were replaced with the Directors memories and the face of Allison. He was starting to take note of what felt like the memories were pieced together and which ones were out of place. It was the only way for him to tell which memories were his and which weren't. The Freelancer would shift his feet though, as this wasn't supposed to be about him, it was supposed to be about the Freelancers and so far it was Pim that had asked a question that perceived to that. This was going to be a long day.
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