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[/td][/tr][/table]Agent Washington
former human - freelancer - manipulative
One could probably call Washington horrible that he didn't know everyone and anyone that lived in the outpost. There were plenty of reasons for him not to know everyone, as he had lost track of how many people were around in the first place. Washington didn't really care about what had all happened to those that lived around the outpost. One thing that he did care about, was whether or not either of them ended up dying from someone like himself. Washington wouldn't stand for that when they were just simply taking shelter in a place like this. Washington also didn't get along with all that many children because he didn't know how to interact with them at all. The Freelancer had no reason to, as he figured that they would just ask some old questions over and over again, or be like Thea and ask him to train them for some reason. Washington didn't want to do that, as the last thing he needed was for some kid to think that they were a Freelancer. He had plenty of other things to worry about, and now that his leg was healed he was getting around a little bit more here and there. Did Washington know Alexander? No, he didn't. The only way he knew the others name was because Imperia had been looking for him when the other had disappeared completely. Washington was confused about who he was asking about until she explained herself.
It was a child from the sounds of it, but from the evidence that was around there didn't seem to be a struggle or attack. Maybe some other motive but Washington wasn't going to go out looking for the kid. They were all animals and that meant that they were going to die in the food chain. Or whatever it was called. The former human was probably considered cold-hearted in several aspects of the term, but on the outside one could just say that he was grumpy but had a heart of gold. Even though it was a facade and no one had any idea what he was planning to do in the future. Washington patrolled the areas during the day, as the creature that had broken his arm was still around here somewhere. The armored smilodon was bound to see whether or not someone came into the territory and go from there. He blinked his golden gaze behind his head as he saw a gathering of animals that were in front of him. What was happening? He didn't have the ability to identify scents and that meant that he had to rely on his hearing to be able to figure out who anyone was.
The armored soldier made his way forward, stopping a little bit behind as those that were interacting with the canine obviously had some connection to him and he did not. Besides, Washington didn't belong here, and it was obvious with the way that everyone looked at him that his assumption was correct. He was more than a nuisance, but he wasn't here to establish a new life for himself like some of those that were joining this group. He was the entire opposite. He flicked one of his ears inside of his head as he heard the other's name being thrown around. Alexander. Oh, so this was the kid that disappeared. Imperia would probably be glad to hear that. The Freelancer sat himself down, his newly healed arm supporting himself. He waited until everyone was done speaking as, again, he didn't want to interrupt their interactions. [b]"Where did you end up going?" Washington questioned in his usual deadpanned tone behind his helmet. Before realizing that what he said could be considered rude. He cleared his throat, raising one of his paws to scratch the back of his neck slightly. "I mean, welcome back." Washington stated in a slightly embarrassed tone toward the pup.
howieIt was a child from the sounds of it, but from the evidence that was around there didn't seem to be a struggle or attack. Maybe some other motive but Washington wasn't going to go out looking for the kid. They were all animals and that meant that they were going to die in the food chain. Or whatever it was called. The former human was probably considered cold-hearted in several aspects of the term, but on the outside one could just say that he was grumpy but had a heart of gold. Even though it was a facade and no one had any idea what he was planning to do in the future. Washington patrolled the areas during the day, as the creature that had broken his arm was still around here somewhere. The armored smilodon was bound to see whether or not someone came into the territory and go from there. He blinked his golden gaze behind his head as he saw a gathering of animals that were in front of him. What was happening? He didn't have the ability to identify scents and that meant that he had to rely on his hearing to be able to figure out who anyone was.
The armored soldier made his way forward, stopping a little bit behind as those that were interacting with the canine obviously had some connection to him and he did not. Besides, Washington didn't belong here, and it was obvious with the way that everyone looked at him that his assumption was correct. He was more than a nuisance, but he wasn't here to establish a new life for himself like some of those that were joining this group. He was the entire opposite. He flicked one of his ears inside of his head as he heard the other's name being thrown around. Alexander. Oh, so this was the kid that disappeared. Imperia would probably be glad to hear that. The Freelancer sat himself down, his newly healed arm supporting himself. He waited until everyone was done speaking as, again, he didn't want to interrupt their interactions. [b]"Where did you end up going?" Washington questioned in his usual deadpanned tone behind his helmet. Before realizing that what he said could be considered rude. He cleared his throat, raising one of his paws to scratch the back of his neck slightly. "I mean, welcome back." Washington stated in a slightly embarrassed tone toward the pup.
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