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[/td][/tr][/table]Agent Washington
former human - freelancer - manipulative
Everything needed to be logical for Washington to even remotely grasp what was happening. This world seemed to try everything in its power to make no sense at all times possible, and that was why he didn't trust things that he encountered or didn't make a big deal about it anymore. He was slowly but surely getting used to the strange occurrences that happened basically every day of this group and then went from there. However, there were several of this world that Washington refused to believe when they were told to him. One of which was powers. Sure, he had seen some of them in action, but that didn't mean that he had to entirely believe that they were actually real. It simply didn't make any sense how the likes of an animal were capable of using powers that shouldn't be capable of doing. There were a couple powers that he was used to though that did exist in his world but required special equipment to run it in the first place. Washington knew about invisibility but didn't think that those that used it were strange in any shape of the word either. Instead, he simply believed that they had some form of equipment that wasn't from the program that he was from that was making them invisible.
That's the only thing he could think of. Controlling elementals was something entirely different. Flamethrowers existed of course, but everything else seemed to make no sense whatsoever. Especially the manipulation of water to make it seemingly appear out of nowhere. What was he supposed to make of that? To keep himself from constantly getting a headache, it meant that he decided not to think about it, and think about something else. Harder said than done, but he managed. He was good at blocking stuff out from his head lately, as he had to do with all the hallucinations that he was having, something no one actually knew about because he refused to give his problems to someone else. He knew that he probably had some form of a condition, and he didn't want anyone else to harbor any of that because it was his own problem to deal with. He definitely wasn't in denial for what he was going through, because if he was trying to be, it would probably push him further into insanity. Either way, Washington didn't believe a lot of things that happened in this world. Time travel made some sort of sense, as that was how they had all gotten here. Aliens had figured it out from the world that he was from, even if it was small here and there.
He was pretty sure that there were several movies that talked about how time traveling was a bad idea and could lead to bad situations down the line. Washington seemed to have a habit of getting himself in trouble despite the large number of skills he had in general. Teleportation made some form of sense, as it reminded him of slip space, something that ships would do to travel around faster in space by going in between two dimensions to get them faster and offer them a straight shot. Maybe these animals were capable of doing it, but they would need a massive slip space drive to do anything at all. This leads to more confusion and more headaches so he had stopped trying to dissect everything until it made sense. Did Carolina have the same problem? Probably. Either way, they didn't talk about it to one another. They kept their problems to themselves. They didn't ask for help, and if they got into a situation that required each other's help, they would most likely do it automatically. Sadly, Washington hadn't been there when the strange things had happened to Imperia. In his eyes, the female was the most normal of the civilians that lived in the outpost, and that made it more comfortable for him to be around at the end of the day.
Suiteheart was still strange to him, as she somehow made a deal that let her come back to life. Simply something that didn't sound like it was possible or even remotely realistic. He didn't like it, but that didn't mean he disliked her. There was no one in the outpost that he outright didn't like. He was certainly exhausted, but he was used to being tired all the time while he was in the military. There was no reason for him not to be able to work in unfair conditions or conditions that he made himself go through. The Freelancer was forced to write slowly as holding a pencil with the likes of a paw while curling around it perfectly was a lot harder than he originally thought. He didn't have the greatest penmanship, but he was doing his best. He heard someone calling out toward him, in a language that he didn't know. A confused look spread across his face as he turned his head to look in the direction that he saw someone coming toward him. The x-ray vision was still on when he turned to look, and all he could see was a skeleton that was moving toward him and he wasn't able to really recognize who it was. Washington quickly raised one of his paws dropping the pencil and touched the button to the side of his helmet and the power turned itself off.
He had to blink a couple seconds as it strained his eyes a little bit, and the sight of a moving canine skeleton wasn't really something that he liked all that much. Once the vision turned off, he was able to see who it was. Imperia. Oh. She had spoken in a language that he had never heard before. Washington felt a little bit embarrassed that he had no idea what she said, but he responded anyway.[b] "Oh uh hey there." Washington said almost hesitantly, which probably gave the obvious idea that he had no idea what she had just said. The smile though was certainly refreshing after all the stressing that he had been doing trying to get the damn radio to work. At her question, Washington nodded his head as he brought his notebook in front of him and adjusted the helmet that was on his head. Before he answered, Suiteheart soon appeared on the scene. He wasn't awkward around the female, but he was still confused about how she was alive in the first place. He turned his head and offered her a small nod of his head, his own method of greeting others without speaking anything.
Seeing her trying to look over his arm at his notes, he would move the notepad toward Suiteheart so that she could look, if she could read his handwriting anyway. "Well, it wasn't initially what I was trying to fix. Are helmets are equipped what can be considered a bioscan, at least where I'm from. It allows us to test the vitals by pressing a button and it can calculate heart rate, broken bones, and more. While trying to fix the radio inside my helmet, it seems I have unlocked one of its features that is has that allows me to see the bone structures of those that I look at. Similar to that of an x-ray if you've heard of it." Washington explained in a very technological way. He wasn't sure what all of them would be able to understand when he said that, but he gave his best shot despite this. Washington had a inkling that Imperia would be able to try and understand what he said, but Suiteheart was a different manner. This didn't mean that Washington believed Suiteheart to be dumb, it was simply that Imperia was used to hearing him talk this way about the gear that he wore. As he talked though, he pointed to the wires in the diagram of the helmet that he drew with a claw to give them an idea of what he did.
howieThat's the only thing he could think of. Controlling elementals was something entirely different. Flamethrowers existed of course, but everything else seemed to make no sense whatsoever. Especially the manipulation of water to make it seemingly appear out of nowhere. What was he supposed to make of that? To keep himself from constantly getting a headache, it meant that he decided not to think about it, and think about something else. Harder said than done, but he managed. He was good at blocking stuff out from his head lately, as he had to do with all the hallucinations that he was having, something no one actually knew about because he refused to give his problems to someone else. He knew that he probably had some form of a condition, and he didn't want anyone else to harbor any of that because it was his own problem to deal with. He definitely wasn't in denial for what he was going through, because if he was trying to be, it would probably push him further into insanity. Either way, Washington didn't believe a lot of things that happened in this world. Time travel made some sort of sense, as that was how they had all gotten here. Aliens had figured it out from the world that he was from, even if it was small here and there.
He was pretty sure that there were several movies that talked about how time traveling was a bad idea and could lead to bad situations down the line. Washington seemed to have a habit of getting himself in trouble despite the large number of skills he had in general. Teleportation made some form of sense, as it reminded him of slip space, something that ships would do to travel around faster in space by going in between two dimensions to get them faster and offer them a straight shot. Maybe these animals were capable of doing it, but they would need a massive slip space drive to do anything at all. This leads to more confusion and more headaches so he had stopped trying to dissect everything until it made sense. Did Carolina have the same problem? Probably. Either way, they didn't talk about it to one another. They kept their problems to themselves. They didn't ask for help, and if they got into a situation that required each other's help, they would most likely do it automatically. Sadly, Washington hadn't been there when the strange things had happened to Imperia. In his eyes, the female was the most normal of the civilians that lived in the outpost, and that made it more comfortable for him to be around at the end of the day.
Suiteheart was still strange to him, as she somehow made a deal that let her come back to life. Simply something that didn't sound like it was possible or even remotely realistic. He didn't like it, but that didn't mean he disliked her. There was no one in the outpost that he outright didn't like. He was certainly exhausted, but he was used to being tired all the time while he was in the military. There was no reason for him not to be able to work in unfair conditions or conditions that he made himself go through. The Freelancer was forced to write slowly as holding a pencil with the likes of a paw while curling around it perfectly was a lot harder than he originally thought. He didn't have the greatest penmanship, but he was doing his best. He heard someone calling out toward him, in a language that he didn't know. A confused look spread across his face as he turned his head to look in the direction that he saw someone coming toward him. The x-ray vision was still on when he turned to look, and all he could see was a skeleton that was moving toward him and he wasn't able to really recognize who it was. Washington quickly raised one of his paws dropping the pencil and touched the button to the side of his helmet and the power turned itself off.
He had to blink a couple seconds as it strained his eyes a little bit, and the sight of a moving canine skeleton wasn't really something that he liked all that much. Once the vision turned off, he was able to see who it was. Imperia. Oh. She had spoken in a language that he had never heard before. Washington felt a little bit embarrassed that he had no idea what she said, but he responded anyway.[b] "Oh uh hey there." Washington said almost hesitantly, which probably gave the obvious idea that he had no idea what she had just said. The smile though was certainly refreshing after all the stressing that he had been doing trying to get the damn radio to work. At her question, Washington nodded his head as he brought his notebook in front of him and adjusted the helmet that was on his head. Before he answered, Suiteheart soon appeared on the scene. He wasn't awkward around the female, but he was still confused about how she was alive in the first place. He turned his head and offered her a small nod of his head, his own method of greeting others without speaking anything.
Seeing her trying to look over his arm at his notes, he would move the notepad toward Suiteheart so that she could look, if she could read his handwriting anyway. "Well, it wasn't initially what I was trying to fix. Are helmets are equipped what can be considered a bioscan, at least where I'm from. It allows us to test the vitals by pressing a button and it can calculate heart rate, broken bones, and more. While trying to fix the radio inside my helmet, it seems I have unlocked one of its features that is has that allows me to see the bone structures of those that I look at. Similar to that of an x-ray if you've heard of it." Washington explained in a very technological way. He wasn't sure what all of them would be able to understand when he said that, but he gave his best shot despite this. Washington had a inkling that Imperia would be able to try and understand what he said, but Suiteheart was a different manner. This didn't mean that Washington believed Suiteheart to be dumb, it was simply that Imperia was used to hearing him talk this way about the gear that he wore. As he talked though, he pointed to the wires in the diagram of the helmet that he drew with a claw to give them an idea of what he did.
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