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Church.
✕ ✕ awesome, i'm like a f*ckin Jedi
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Now that he had gotten away, he had a chance to choose between going back to the Ascendants with those other Freelancers, or try and find help elsewhere. Simply put, he didn't like nor trust them. He liked the people, or civilians as they called them, but none could make him stick around those psychos. No way in hell. He felt bad for leaving Tex behind, but he knew she could handle herself, even with Carolina around. What kind of beef did they have, anyways? It was kind of scary how angry the leopard got whenever she saw her. Nevertheless, it was still a hard decision, because as far as he knew, they were the only ones who knew anything and could protect him from that hellhound asshole.
He didn't have to ponder over it for long, though, a sudden voice catching his attention. His head whips around, helmet nearly falling out of place. Fortunately and unfortunately, it was just Washington. He's somewhat relieved, though he keeps a stiffened posture, still flopped down on the muddy ground. He makes a face at it under his visor but otherwise doesn't make a move to try and stand. His leg hurt enough as it was.
Church cranes his neck, looking around for Carolina, not wanting her to sneak up on him. Maybe it was all an elaborate plan so they could get rid of him, who knew. Freelancers were unpredictable, that's what he had learned early on. At the other male's question, he just shrugs, wincing at the sting that rides up his leg at the movement. "[b]I don't fucking know! They kept calling me 'Alpha,' and telling me I was an ai or whatever that is. Then the guy just up and left," of course, he had threatened him to stay put, but that was something he didn't bother to add. Besides, what harm could he do when he didn't know where he was?
At that thought, he glances around warily, watching. It probably wouldn't be that hard to spot him with his white armor and fur, which he was thankful for. "Let's just get the hell out of here already, before he comes and finds us," the border collie seriously didn't want to deal with him again. If anything, he'd rather be back at the base, getting his deep gash treated.
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He didn't have to ponder over it for long, though, a sudden voice catching his attention. His head whips around, helmet nearly falling out of place. Fortunately and unfortunately, it was just Washington. He's somewhat relieved, though he keeps a stiffened posture, still flopped down on the muddy ground. He makes a face at it under his visor but otherwise doesn't make a move to try and stand. His leg hurt enough as it was.
Church cranes his neck, looking around for Carolina, not wanting her to sneak up on him. Maybe it was all an elaborate plan so they could get rid of him, who knew. Freelancers were unpredictable, that's what he had learned early on. At the other male's question, he just shrugs, wincing at the sting that rides up his leg at the movement. "[b]I don't fucking know! They kept calling me 'Alpha,' and telling me I was an ai or whatever that is. Then the guy just up and left," of course, he had threatened him to stay put, but that was something he didn't bother to add. Besides, what harm could he do when he didn't know where he was?
At that thought, he glances around warily, watching. It probably wouldn't be that hard to spot him with his white armor and fur, which he was thankful for. "Let's just get the hell out of here already, before he comes and finds us," the border collie seriously didn't want to deal with him again. If anything, he'd rather be back at the base, getting his deep gash treated.