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[/td][/tr][/table]Agent Washington
former human - freelancer - manipulative
Washington didn't know a lot of different animals that existed. There was a couple that he could recognize, but if he didn't it meant that he was going to head toward the books. Or get some type of computer to have him look up exactly what it was. Which was easier said than done as working a computer when he had paws instead of fingers was fairly difficult. The Freelancer didn't really have an idea of looking around at a bunch of the different wildlife. He wasn't here for vacation after all. The Freelancer also didn't know what animals existed in this world and what was extinct. It seemed like everything went as he was alive and he was in the body of an extinct animal. Again, how that was possible Washington had little to no idea and often times would just try to ignore it all and just continue on with the rest of his days. He knew the territory like the back of his hand, but the different type of animals that were around in the outpost was basically impossible for him to tell. Besides, he only went patrolling at a certain time of day, and all animals had their own inner schedules of what they were during depending on what time of day it was.
Such as it wasn't common to see a deer out in an open field if it was hot out, as they would be sheltering in the trees instead. He had done some research, but since he had a military career and not an animal one, meant that he was limited on the knowledge that he did have. The armored smilodon tried his best not to look like an idiot and continued to try and remain confident during his time here. He needed to make sure that he didn't show any form of weakness and rarely relaxed around others either. It was a habit because if he was still a human he would be doing the exact same thing. He distanced himself from everyone, and there was a reason why he did something like that, but only one would be able to recognize if they knew the symptoms that he was exerting, but most didn't. Because he didn't allow them to. The less the knew the better off they would be anyway. Washington didn't dislike animals, but having to deal with the constant random stuff that happened all the time was certainly tiring. It also didn't help that he wasn't getting any sleep, something that he was grateful that he had his helmet on all of the time so he didn't have to worry about anyone seeing exactly how tired he was with his helmet off.
No one needed to worry about a soldier, he always bounced back to everything that happened to him. It was just going to take time, and since he was stubborn, he figured that they didn't have all that much time, in general, to simply goof around and hope that everything was going to set itself back. Washington let a sigh escape his jaws as he was walking through the territory portion of the Canopy, the most common place anyone can really find him. Washington blinked his golden eyes behind his golden visor as he saw animals that were gathering around. When that happens, its common for Washington to investigate so that he isn't out of the loop of any news that he hasn't heard yet. While he was making his way out, he heard something large moving in the trees and turned his head to look over his shoulder. Making sure not to turn his head too sharply so he didn't give himself whiplash. Narrowing his eyes, however, Washington didn't see anything, and hesitated in his next step before coming out of the trees. His armor rattled on his approach, which usually signaled that he was approaching the group.
He was able to overhear a little bit of their conversation and the talk about horses. He knew what horses were. They used as symbolism during his first couple years in the military, but they didn't use horses anymore in the military so they were usually just kept around as pets. He never remembered being around them as a child, but he had heard stories of them and that was all that he was going to go off of. The Freelancer sat himself a little bit of a distance away from everyone else, and it sounded like Alexander saw something that was there and gone the next. Washington knew that feeling, but often times once the thing disappeared it tried to kill him from behind. Definitely a different experience than from what he went through. He flicked one of his ears inside of his helmet as he shrugged his shoulders.[b] "Don't horses live in a variety of different environments? The lush terrain of this outpost could provide food for many different types of herbivores." Washington was talking out of his ass. He had no idea what he was talking about, and all that he was using was the common sense of what a deer or herbivore would need to survive. He knew absolutely nothing about horses, but despite that, he seemed to be confident with what he said.
howieSuch as it wasn't common to see a deer out in an open field if it was hot out, as they would be sheltering in the trees instead. He had done some research, but since he had a military career and not an animal one, meant that he was limited on the knowledge that he did have. The armored smilodon tried his best not to look like an idiot and continued to try and remain confident during his time here. He needed to make sure that he didn't show any form of weakness and rarely relaxed around others either. It was a habit because if he was still a human he would be doing the exact same thing. He distanced himself from everyone, and there was a reason why he did something like that, but only one would be able to recognize if they knew the symptoms that he was exerting, but most didn't. Because he didn't allow them to. The less the knew the better off they would be anyway. Washington didn't dislike animals, but having to deal with the constant random stuff that happened all the time was certainly tiring. It also didn't help that he wasn't getting any sleep, something that he was grateful that he had his helmet on all of the time so he didn't have to worry about anyone seeing exactly how tired he was with his helmet off.
No one needed to worry about a soldier, he always bounced back to everything that happened to him. It was just going to take time, and since he was stubborn, he figured that they didn't have all that much time, in general, to simply goof around and hope that everything was going to set itself back. Washington let a sigh escape his jaws as he was walking through the territory portion of the Canopy, the most common place anyone can really find him. Washington blinked his golden eyes behind his golden visor as he saw animals that were gathering around. When that happens, its common for Washington to investigate so that he isn't out of the loop of any news that he hasn't heard yet. While he was making his way out, he heard something large moving in the trees and turned his head to look over his shoulder. Making sure not to turn his head too sharply so he didn't give himself whiplash. Narrowing his eyes, however, Washington didn't see anything, and hesitated in his next step before coming out of the trees. His armor rattled on his approach, which usually signaled that he was approaching the group.
He was able to overhear a little bit of their conversation and the talk about horses. He knew what horses were. They used as symbolism during his first couple years in the military, but they didn't use horses anymore in the military so they were usually just kept around as pets. He never remembered being around them as a child, but he had heard stories of them and that was all that he was going to go off of. The Freelancer sat himself a little bit of a distance away from everyone else, and it sounded like Alexander saw something that was there and gone the next. Washington knew that feeling, but often times once the thing disappeared it tried to kill him from behind. Definitely a different experience than from what he went through. He flicked one of his ears inside of his helmet as he shrugged his shoulders.[b] "Don't horses live in a variety of different environments? The lush terrain of this outpost could provide food for many different types of herbivores." Washington was talking out of his ass. He had no idea what he was talking about, and all that he was using was the common sense of what a deer or herbivore would need to survive. He knew absolutely nothing about horses, but despite that, he seemed to be confident with what he said.
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