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[/td][/tr][/table]Agent Washington
former human - freelancer - manipulative
(Don't mind Wash! Welcome to the Ascendants I hope you enjoy your stay here!)
Anyone had the potential to be violent. Anyone had the potential to be a spy if they really wanted to. The Freelancer knew all too well how easy it was to have a facade on their face. He had done it himself and he was currently during it right now so that the outpost wouldn't question everything that he was doing on a weekly basis and breathing down his neck all of the time. He wasn't a good guy, despite what everyone here was trying to talk about. He guessed that he was one of the lucky ones that weren't trapped inside of the Observatory, but he had to work his ass off to make sure that all of them would be able to make it out eventually. It was going to take some time of course, but there was the issue of their current enemy figuring out exactly where they were and what could happen to them. There were only around four animals that were stuck outside of the observatory while everyone else was stuck on the inside. It was frustrating that was for sure because if he was a human again, this would be an easy problem to fix, but instead, he was stuck as an animal with no tools that he could possibly use. He didn't have the abilities like everyone else had when it came to being an animal, and brute force wouldn't open the doors to the Observatory as they had already tried.
Some of those that were inside had tried as well and there was no way something like that was going to help them in the end. He seemed to really be the only one on the outside that was trying to get anything done, at least from his viewpoint despite it only being a day since everything that had happened. He had already devised a couple reasons as to why the Observatory would end up going into lockdown, and there were several methods that could be used to do such. He was only going to leave to try his method once he knew that he perimeter of the outpost would be secured while he was gone. There were two animals that were around that were big enough to take the likes of large animals on. He had no problems when it came to the wildlife that did live in the area, and one good thing was that he didn't kill anything in the means to eat it. He hated raw meat and would refuse to eat it because he wasn't some animal. He was a human. He refused to go down to their level where he would be reduced to such. The Freelancer had been going back and forth between the observatory to check down and write down records of his discoveries. Before coming back toward the edge of the outpost to check and make sure that there were no enemies that were trying to recon the area out and see what their current conditions were.
It was extremely exhausting, and he wasn't eating or taking much of a rest. He wished that he had the sedatives that they had when he was a human that would get rid of a constant headache that was pounding his head and simply wouldn't leave him alone. But, he was going to work with what he had, and it was a standard situation to get everyone out. The only reason he was helping in the first place was because they were civilians and if he needed something, he wouldn't be able to get it if all of them were dead. His comrades were also stuck inside of the Observatory, and he didn't exactly want a lot of children to starve or suffocate to death inside of a building. He was a killer, yes, but even he had his morals on when it came to who should live and who should die at the end of the day. The armored smilodon could be considered one of the more intimidating of the group. Wearing metal armor that covered his chest and his two front arms, while at the same time wearing a helmet that hid all of his facial features from anyone that looked inside of his visor. No one had seen his face yet, and he almost refused to take his armor off, especially now in an emergency situation that could warrant getting attacked by another enemy. He was going back to his patrols for almost the third time today after checking the exterior of the Observatory and checking in with those that were stuck inside of it in the first place.
Washington was exhausted, as he already didn't get any sleep before this event happened, and now, it was even worse. The Freelancer was glad that he had his helmet on, as it meant that no one would be able to see exactly how tired he was. The only way he knew that someone had made their way into the territory was because he recognized Moon's voice. Not that he knew the other's name because no one had ever spoken it around him and he hadn't been around when the other went 'vacationing'. The lion-sized animal began to make his way over, his presence easy to hear as his metal armor rattled with each step that he took. Washington noticed two figures in the distance, one was that of a serval, a completely different color than what Carolina was right now. It was almost ironic. Then there was the lion that he didn't know his name, and the other seemed confused as to what was going on. He wasn't able to check the other's scent thanks to his helmet and had to rely on his scent and hearing for basically everything. That meant he had no idea whether this guy was from the Typhoon or not, and if he was, he was going to be killed on sight. Considering that the lion wasn't attacking the serval, the smilodon doubted that the serval was from the Typhoon. At least that's what he hoped as it would make his life a whole lot easier.
His ear flicked inside of his helmet at the lion calling everyone inside of the Observatory morons for getting themselves stuck, causing Washington to release a huff from his jaws as he came up to the group, but as always kept his distance from everyone just in case. [b]"There are many reasons why a facility can go into lockdown. Considering its human technology, I doubt anyone could have done anything to prevent it unless they studied the schematics of the Observatory." Washington corrected. Sure, he got frustrated with most of the animals here, but with the situation that they were in, he doubted that there was much anyone else could have done. The Freelancer's helmet covered head then turned towards the serval, his shortened tail flicking behind him. Most of the time he wouldn't care if someone was trespassing, but if news got out to the other outposts they would be in trouble. He made sure not to go into too much detail of the situation just in case the other left to give out said intel to others, especially if he was paid or tortured for said information. Maybe he was just a little bit paranoid of everyone that was around here. "Why have you come to this outpost?" The soldier would question, having spoken in a deadpanned and soldier tone since he started speaking. That's all he needed to know, and despite having a rank in the group, Washington never really used it all that much anyway. Dealing with animals that weren't important to him wasn't his business.
howieAnyone had the potential to be violent. Anyone had the potential to be a spy if they really wanted to. The Freelancer knew all too well how easy it was to have a facade on their face. He had done it himself and he was currently during it right now so that the outpost wouldn't question everything that he was doing on a weekly basis and breathing down his neck all of the time. He wasn't a good guy, despite what everyone here was trying to talk about. He guessed that he was one of the lucky ones that weren't trapped inside of the Observatory, but he had to work his ass off to make sure that all of them would be able to make it out eventually. It was going to take some time of course, but there was the issue of their current enemy figuring out exactly where they were and what could happen to them. There were only around four animals that were stuck outside of the observatory while everyone else was stuck on the inside. It was frustrating that was for sure because if he was a human again, this would be an easy problem to fix, but instead, he was stuck as an animal with no tools that he could possibly use. He didn't have the abilities like everyone else had when it came to being an animal, and brute force wouldn't open the doors to the Observatory as they had already tried.
Some of those that were inside had tried as well and there was no way something like that was going to help them in the end. He seemed to really be the only one on the outside that was trying to get anything done, at least from his viewpoint despite it only being a day since everything that had happened. He had already devised a couple reasons as to why the Observatory would end up going into lockdown, and there were several methods that could be used to do such. He was only going to leave to try his method once he knew that he perimeter of the outpost would be secured while he was gone. There were two animals that were around that were big enough to take the likes of large animals on. He had no problems when it came to the wildlife that did live in the area, and one good thing was that he didn't kill anything in the means to eat it. He hated raw meat and would refuse to eat it because he wasn't some animal. He was a human. He refused to go down to their level where he would be reduced to such. The Freelancer had been going back and forth between the observatory to check down and write down records of his discoveries. Before coming back toward the edge of the outpost to check and make sure that there were no enemies that were trying to recon the area out and see what their current conditions were.
It was extremely exhausting, and he wasn't eating or taking much of a rest. He wished that he had the sedatives that they had when he was a human that would get rid of a constant headache that was pounding his head and simply wouldn't leave him alone. But, he was going to work with what he had, and it was a standard situation to get everyone out. The only reason he was helping in the first place was because they were civilians and if he needed something, he wouldn't be able to get it if all of them were dead. His comrades were also stuck inside of the Observatory, and he didn't exactly want a lot of children to starve or suffocate to death inside of a building. He was a killer, yes, but even he had his morals on when it came to who should live and who should die at the end of the day. The armored smilodon could be considered one of the more intimidating of the group. Wearing metal armor that covered his chest and his two front arms, while at the same time wearing a helmet that hid all of his facial features from anyone that looked inside of his visor. No one had seen his face yet, and he almost refused to take his armor off, especially now in an emergency situation that could warrant getting attacked by another enemy. He was going back to his patrols for almost the third time today after checking the exterior of the Observatory and checking in with those that were stuck inside of it in the first place.
Washington was exhausted, as he already didn't get any sleep before this event happened, and now, it was even worse. The Freelancer was glad that he had his helmet on, as it meant that no one would be able to see exactly how tired he was. The only way he knew that someone had made their way into the territory was because he recognized Moon's voice. Not that he knew the other's name because no one had ever spoken it around him and he hadn't been around when the other went 'vacationing'. The lion-sized animal began to make his way over, his presence easy to hear as his metal armor rattled with each step that he took. Washington noticed two figures in the distance, one was that of a serval, a completely different color than what Carolina was right now. It was almost ironic. Then there was the lion that he didn't know his name, and the other seemed confused as to what was going on. He wasn't able to check the other's scent thanks to his helmet and had to rely on his scent and hearing for basically everything. That meant he had no idea whether this guy was from the Typhoon or not, and if he was, he was going to be killed on sight. Considering that the lion wasn't attacking the serval, the smilodon doubted that the serval was from the Typhoon. At least that's what he hoped as it would make his life a whole lot easier.
His ear flicked inside of his helmet at the lion calling everyone inside of the Observatory morons for getting themselves stuck, causing Washington to release a huff from his jaws as he came up to the group, but as always kept his distance from everyone just in case. [b]"There are many reasons why a facility can go into lockdown. Considering its human technology, I doubt anyone could have done anything to prevent it unless they studied the schematics of the Observatory." Washington corrected. Sure, he got frustrated with most of the animals here, but with the situation that they were in, he doubted that there was much anyone else could have done. The Freelancer's helmet covered head then turned towards the serval, his shortened tail flicking behind him. Most of the time he wouldn't care if someone was trespassing, but if news got out to the other outposts they would be in trouble. He made sure not to go into too much detail of the situation just in case the other left to give out said intel to others, especially if he was paid or tortured for said information. Maybe he was just a little bit paranoid of everyone that was around here. "Why have you come to this outpost?" The soldier would question, having spoken in a deadpanned and soldier tone since he started speaking. That's all he needed to know, and despite having a rank in the group, Washington never really used it all that much anyway. Dealing with animals that weren't important to him wasn't his business.
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