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[/td][/tr][/table]Agent Washington
former human - freelancer - manipulative
He wasn't okay. But were either of them okay? Probably not. They seemed to be fine with that for the time being because they had a mission to work on and they weren't going to let that get in the way of their mission. He was glad that Carolina was getting a little bit of downtown. If he was in her position he was fairly certain that he would have dwelled into insanity because he wouldn't have believed that he was alive no matter how many people would end up trying to tell him. It wasn't just something that happened and it obviously bothered Carolina that she had come back from the dead in the strange world. Washington didn't really bother to try and make sense of everything nowadays unless it concerned him. The Freelancer had no reason to just simply accept everything that was being told to him without any sense of proof. Besides, he wasn't the gullible rookie anymore but that also meant that he wasn't going to trust anyone that he really encountered. If anything Carolina was comfortable around a lot more animals than he was, because he refused to interact with a lot of them. If any of them had questions toward him, then he was fine with that as long as they weren't personal questions.
The only one that he somewhat enjoyed conversations with was Imperia. The female was curious about the world that they came from and he it gave him a feeling of nostalgia to talk about the world. He still wanted to go back to the war-torn world, as it was still considered his home. Although he wasn't sure what could even constitute calling something home anymore. The Mother of Invention was home to him until it exploded and teleported them here somehow because of the alien technology that was held inside of it. He was still determined to get back, even if Texas or Church wanted to stay as animals. They still needed to go after the Director, although he wasn't sure what plan Carolina had compared to his. He had refused to tell the female what his plan was, as it barely even came up with what they would do first once they got back. They didn't want to get their hopes up. Washington still had hope that they would be successful. There had to be something that they could use in this strange world after all. The armored smilodon had been working tirelessly for several days now, and that just meant that he hadn't been sleeping either. Three days its been. Carolina might have noticed that he wasn't sleeping anymore, but he had also noticed that she wasn't sleeping when he would stop by his room to gather some supplies and she wasn't there.
Carolina could be sleeping out in the forest but he doubted the serval wanted to sleep out in the open in the first place. That wasn't exactly the smartest idea even with how fast she usually was. Washington still had his broken arm though that wasn't completely healed. It was slow going and not only that it was incredibly annoying trying to work with technology with one arm. His recent project is to try and get the radios in their helmets to work again, but so far his efforts had basically been in vain. He was getting not electrical static in his ear, so the wires that he had connected either weren't the right wires, or he didn't solder them correctly. The Freelancer had been staying up night upon night studying different textbooks. He wasn't a mechanic after all, and he refused to ask others that lived in the outpost for any form of help either. The last thing he needed was for someone to know about his gear and try to replicate it. Which he was fairly certain wasn't possible, but the last time he said that someone came back alive. Getting their comms online meant that they could communicate with those in the outpost at a distance and even potentially those that weren't at this outpost and were at others. It would be extremely beneficial and others wouldn't be able to listen to their conversation. Right now though, he was practically starving.
He had told Carolina that he had some new food that may be good to try. He had to look up exactly what species Carolina was after her reappearance, and servals were carnivores just like her leopard body. If she became a herbivore it would probably be awkward for her to be eating grass while he ate deer meat. Either way, Imperia had made them some new food thanks to the fact that she can cook. A shocker for Washington originally, but it made sense that they couldn't live off of jerky forever as it wouldn't fuel their bodies. Something that Washington didn't even think of until Imperia brought it up actually. The armored wildcat had some steak that he was wanting to share with Carolina since it would be some food and it was also a way to make sure that she was eating. She was more important than him even if she was in a smaller body. She was more than capable than him in a fight, especially now with his broken arm. Washington needed to keep her alive at all costs, and the last thing he needed was to be alone again with the likes of Texas and Church. That would be a living nightmare to be between the both of them.
He had told Carolina that he had some new food and gave her a specific time to meet him at the waterfall when they had sparred originally. He still had his left leg in a splint, and his helmet hid exactly how exhausted he was. The former human had a small metal box that had the freshly cooked meat in it, not too rare because that was disgusting but rare enough to what a human would eat. The metal box was on his back where the magnet of his armor was situated to be able to hold things that were there. He could see in his hud inside of his helmet that he was scheduled to have lunch with his comrade in a couple minutes. He arrived a little bit early so that he could get himself situated, knowing that Carolina would arrive exactly on time. Besides, it was a warm day and being near the falls would certainly cool him off. The armored smilodon sat slightly in front of the falls, before craning his neck toward his back where he grabbed the small handle of the metal box. Putting the box on the ground, he didn't open it to let the heat out. A yawn did part his jaw while he waited, slightly dozing off as he looked at the rainbow that was projected onto the waterfall thanks to the sun hitting it. He did like the waterfall.
howieThe only one that he somewhat enjoyed conversations with was Imperia. The female was curious about the world that they came from and he it gave him a feeling of nostalgia to talk about the world. He still wanted to go back to the war-torn world, as it was still considered his home. Although he wasn't sure what could even constitute calling something home anymore. The Mother of Invention was home to him until it exploded and teleported them here somehow because of the alien technology that was held inside of it. He was still determined to get back, even if Texas or Church wanted to stay as animals. They still needed to go after the Director, although he wasn't sure what plan Carolina had compared to his. He had refused to tell the female what his plan was, as it barely even came up with what they would do first once they got back. They didn't want to get their hopes up. Washington still had hope that they would be successful. There had to be something that they could use in this strange world after all. The armored smilodon had been working tirelessly for several days now, and that just meant that he hadn't been sleeping either. Three days its been. Carolina might have noticed that he wasn't sleeping anymore, but he had also noticed that she wasn't sleeping when he would stop by his room to gather some supplies and she wasn't there.
Carolina could be sleeping out in the forest but he doubted the serval wanted to sleep out in the open in the first place. That wasn't exactly the smartest idea even with how fast she usually was. Washington still had his broken arm though that wasn't completely healed. It was slow going and not only that it was incredibly annoying trying to work with technology with one arm. His recent project is to try and get the radios in their helmets to work again, but so far his efforts had basically been in vain. He was getting not electrical static in his ear, so the wires that he had connected either weren't the right wires, or he didn't solder them correctly. The Freelancer had been staying up night upon night studying different textbooks. He wasn't a mechanic after all, and he refused to ask others that lived in the outpost for any form of help either. The last thing he needed was for someone to know about his gear and try to replicate it. Which he was fairly certain wasn't possible, but the last time he said that someone came back alive. Getting their comms online meant that they could communicate with those in the outpost at a distance and even potentially those that weren't at this outpost and were at others. It would be extremely beneficial and others wouldn't be able to listen to their conversation. Right now though, he was practically starving.
He had told Carolina that he had some new food that may be good to try. He had to look up exactly what species Carolina was after her reappearance, and servals were carnivores just like her leopard body. If she became a herbivore it would probably be awkward for her to be eating grass while he ate deer meat. Either way, Imperia had made them some new food thanks to the fact that she can cook. A shocker for Washington originally, but it made sense that they couldn't live off of jerky forever as it wouldn't fuel their bodies. Something that Washington didn't even think of until Imperia brought it up actually. The armored wildcat had some steak that he was wanting to share with Carolina since it would be some food and it was also a way to make sure that she was eating. She was more important than him even if she was in a smaller body. She was more than capable than him in a fight, especially now with his broken arm. Washington needed to keep her alive at all costs, and the last thing he needed was to be alone again with the likes of Texas and Church. That would be a living nightmare to be between the both of them.
He had told Carolina that he had some new food and gave her a specific time to meet him at the waterfall when they had sparred originally. He still had his left leg in a splint, and his helmet hid exactly how exhausted he was. The former human had a small metal box that had the freshly cooked meat in it, not too rare because that was disgusting but rare enough to what a human would eat. The metal box was on his back where the magnet of his armor was situated to be able to hold things that were there. He could see in his hud inside of his helmet that he was scheduled to have lunch with his comrade in a couple minutes. He arrived a little bit early so that he could get himself situated, knowing that Carolina would arrive exactly on time. Besides, it was a warm day and being near the falls would certainly cool him off. The armored smilodon sat slightly in front of the falls, before craning his neck toward his back where he grabbed the small handle of the metal box. Putting the box on the ground, he didn't open it to let the heat out. A yawn did part his jaw while he waited, slightly dozing off as he looked at the rainbow that was projected onto the waterfall thanks to the sun hitting it. He did like the waterfall.
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