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[/td][/tr][/table]Agent Washington
former human - freelancer - manipulative
Their gear meant everything to them. It was a huge prospect of what kept them alive and what they used to identify each other. Without their armor, he was fairly certain it would take a while for them to recognize them just by going on voice alone. Hence why Washington hadn't managed to recognize Carolina when she first arrived because she didn't have an of her armor. It was confusing that was for sure, but everyone that appeared after her was certainly recognizable with the armor that they wore that was basically just like his own. The Freelancer didn't really have all that much care in the world of what others thought of the armor that he wore. He knew Imperia didn't like it because she said that it was creating a barrier for those when they tried to talk to him. Exactly what he had wanted for his armor to play a part in this strange world. He had no intention of trying to get close to anyone that lived here, but there were always surprises that were played out in front of him whether he liked it or not. Their gear was important, and so far no one had managed to touch said armor unless they got into a fight.
Maine technically counted because he had tried to kill him almost a month ago, but now it was different with those that got near him. Few rarely did, as they got the obvious vibe that he liked his personal space as he kept away from basically everyone that he came into contact with. Washington constantly cleaned his armor wherever he went, and it didn't bother him to do such work all of the time. He had to. It was almost like going to therapy for him to take some time to clean his gear or work on upgrading said gear. Which was easier said than done when he didn't have all that much knowledge on how to fix their helmets without having someone else doing it for him. If he had a specific manual for the helmet that he had, he could manage as he was a quick learner. There were new manuals that existed in this world though, so he was stuck with the primitive guides that others had given him on dealing with the wires that were required to be connected and a power source to run the radio in the first place. Washington had been working nonstop trying to get the functions of his helmet to get back into place, but it wasn't working and he felt like he was putting himself further and further behind. He wasn't sleeping.
That much was obvious, but neither was Carolina. Something was bothering her, but since he was so used to keeping his mouth shut and not talking out of line, he didn't bother to ask his comrade what was wrong with her. To him, there was no point as he believed that Carolina would be able to get through the issue herself fairly quickly. He could be wrong or he could be right, and only time would tell if he was going to end up stepping in the future. The armored smilodon barely kept tabs on the female in the first place, as they were constantly moving around doing their own jobs. He was working on the goal that he was working toward, but he wasn't exactly sure what Carolina was doing. Washington usually stayed out late at night looking over schematics and trying to figure out what the hell he was doing wrong. He was lucky enough that no one had seen him with his helmet off while he was working, as that's the last thing that he needed. No one in the outpost having seen his face just yet and he wanted to keep it that way because that wasn't who he was. Washington knew the territory like the back of his hand now and had specific routes that he would take to each spot. Although, when he walked back in the middle of the night to see where Carolina was so that he could go over some things with her, Washington didn't find her in their room.
A room that they barely shared as they were basically apart from one another. Sighing, the Freelancer would make his way out of the barracks and search for her. He didn't know Carolina by her scent, so he was going to have to find her by sight and hearing. Fairly difficult, but he could manage even if it was in the middle of the night and the serval would basically blend into everything. After almost an hour of looking around, he was growing more and more tired and was about to actually give up looking for the female. He flicked his ears when he heard voices, although he hadn't been around quick enough to hear everything that was going with the water. He recognized those that were speaking, or at least he thought he did. Making his way over toward the Starpool, he made sure not to step in it because he didn't want to get his paws wet at all. It was there that he saw Carolina half in the water crouched over something with Bastille, Suiteheart, and Roy around her. What the hell was going on? The lights on his armor made it somewhat easier to see what was going on as he made his way over. Not limping anymore since his arm had healed itself, as it had been broken for a long time actually.
It was when he approached from the side and moved so that he could see what Carolina was hovering under that he recognized a piece of armor. It was her Recon helmet. It was a special type of helmet that was different from his own and it was the name the UNSC gave that specific helmet along with the armor that she had worn. Washington seemed almost speechless as he kept his physical difference from everywhere else and didn't seem to help Carolina. She wasn't in any danger, she just seemed to be wet to him. [b]"You found your Recon helmet" His voice almost sounded excited. Finally. Something remotely good that has happened.
Where did she find it though? Considering that she was wet she obviously went into the water, he wasn't an idiot. He made his way forward, his paws touching the edge of the pool as he looked over Carolina and into the water. "Is the rest of it in the water?" Washington questioned Carolina hopefully, tilting his head until he cracked his neck. It was then that he heard what Bastille said, and a frown was hidden behind his helmet. The other was right. It was too big. There was no way it could fit her. "Why is the size so different?" Was it because she died and it would have fit her when she was a leopard? This could pose a problem as he knew that Carolina wanted to wear the armor but if she couldn't? It would end badly if she broke her neck trying to put it on.
howieMaine technically counted because he had tried to kill him almost a month ago, but now it was different with those that got near him. Few rarely did, as they got the obvious vibe that he liked his personal space as he kept away from basically everyone that he came into contact with. Washington constantly cleaned his armor wherever he went, and it didn't bother him to do such work all of the time. He had to. It was almost like going to therapy for him to take some time to clean his gear or work on upgrading said gear. Which was easier said than done when he didn't have all that much knowledge on how to fix their helmets without having someone else doing it for him. If he had a specific manual for the helmet that he had, he could manage as he was a quick learner. There were new manuals that existed in this world though, so he was stuck with the primitive guides that others had given him on dealing with the wires that were required to be connected and a power source to run the radio in the first place. Washington had been working nonstop trying to get the functions of his helmet to get back into place, but it wasn't working and he felt like he was putting himself further and further behind. He wasn't sleeping.
That much was obvious, but neither was Carolina. Something was bothering her, but since he was so used to keeping his mouth shut and not talking out of line, he didn't bother to ask his comrade what was wrong with her. To him, there was no point as he believed that Carolina would be able to get through the issue herself fairly quickly. He could be wrong or he could be right, and only time would tell if he was going to end up stepping in the future. The armored smilodon barely kept tabs on the female in the first place, as they were constantly moving around doing their own jobs. He was working on the goal that he was working toward, but he wasn't exactly sure what Carolina was doing. Washington usually stayed out late at night looking over schematics and trying to figure out what the hell he was doing wrong. He was lucky enough that no one had seen him with his helmet off while he was working, as that's the last thing that he needed. No one in the outpost having seen his face just yet and he wanted to keep it that way because that wasn't who he was. Washington knew the territory like the back of his hand now and had specific routes that he would take to each spot. Although, when he walked back in the middle of the night to see where Carolina was so that he could go over some things with her, Washington didn't find her in their room.
A room that they barely shared as they were basically apart from one another. Sighing, the Freelancer would make his way out of the barracks and search for her. He didn't know Carolina by her scent, so he was going to have to find her by sight and hearing. Fairly difficult, but he could manage even if it was in the middle of the night and the serval would basically blend into everything. After almost an hour of looking around, he was growing more and more tired and was about to actually give up looking for the female. He flicked his ears when he heard voices, although he hadn't been around quick enough to hear everything that was going with the water. He recognized those that were speaking, or at least he thought he did. Making his way over toward the Starpool, he made sure not to step in it because he didn't want to get his paws wet at all. It was there that he saw Carolina half in the water crouched over something with Bastille, Suiteheart, and Roy around her. What the hell was going on? The lights on his armor made it somewhat easier to see what was going on as he made his way over. Not limping anymore since his arm had healed itself, as it had been broken for a long time actually.
It was when he approached from the side and moved so that he could see what Carolina was hovering under that he recognized a piece of armor. It was her Recon helmet. It was a special type of helmet that was different from his own and it was the name the UNSC gave that specific helmet along with the armor that she had worn. Washington seemed almost speechless as he kept his physical difference from everywhere else and didn't seem to help Carolina. She wasn't in any danger, she just seemed to be wet to him. [b]"You found your Recon helmet" His voice almost sounded excited. Finally. Something remotely good that has happened.
Where did she find it though? Considering that she was wet she obviously went into the water, he wasn't an idiot. He made his way forward, his paws touching the edge of the pool as he looked over Carolina and into the water. "Is the rest of it in the water?" Washington questioned Carolina hopefully, tilting his head until he cracked his neck. It was then that he heard what Bastille said, and a frown was hidden behind his helmet. The other was right. It was too big. There was no way it could fit her. "Why is the size so different?" Was it because she died and it would have fit her when she was a leopard? This could pose a problem as he knew that Carolina wanted to wear the armor but if she couldn't? It would end badly if she broke her neck trying to put it on.
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