MIND ON ME - open; captured Typhooner

[tori]

"There's....no reason?" Should he have been here, at another interrogation? No, probably not. But despite his age, Alex just wanted to know what was going on between his home and the antagonizing group by the sea. Anything beyond this point could be blamed on the incident with Jacob, and it would all become a personal, violent game. Was war usually personal? He didn't know, maybe Washington did, but he did not want to bother them. Never did.

Alex moved to the other side of Hazel, taking notice of the ground splits and the colorful minerals everywhere. They were pretty, distracting enough to the root cause of their very existence. This was not an interrogation he felt he could intervene in, after all, Caesar was not innocent like Jacob, and certainly not someone who didn't deserve what they were getting. He let out a soft sigh, trying to find some sort of reasoning the Typhoon could possibly have for this whole thing. And yet, he found none. "Were you that bored with your life?" That particular sentence was typically a cynical one, but he wasn't being cynical at all, he was just so very tired.

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[CAESAR CIPHER.]

At a new voice, Caesar’s head tilted and he looked over at Alexander. His ears flicked once more upon seeing him and the demon gave a shrug. ”If you don’t count fun as a reason then no, there is not one.” He replied before chuckling at the other male’s next question. ”I suppose you could say that, yes.” The Typhoon was boring, this earth was boring, this universe was boring. It’d be much better if everything was on fire!

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[rhosmari]

[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px; color:black;"]Something was irritating her, something was causing a twitch in her neck, a jerk of her head to the right and then the left as if she had an itch she just couldn't scratch. Her muzzle curled slightly and her eyes closed. She barely even heard what her capture said and her eyes opened. They looked darker, more menacing and her jaws parted to exhale a breath she didn't even know she had been holding until now. There was that sound again, that steady tapping. Rapping against the concrete flooring over and over again. It was maddening and she had had enough. Rather he gave the information to her or not didn't seem to matter to her anymore and she looked at the creature that didn't care and had called it fun. It was FUN! A chuckle left her muzzle as she moved forward then, gaze settling on the broken thing before she gave a careless smile. Well, for her this was going to be fun. The idea of killing her enemies was always a grim prospect and she didn't know when it had become fun for her but being able to outsmart those who tried to take her own life was a simple game.

Her paw came up and she grabbed his face with ease, forcing him to look at her then. Not those around her because at the end of the day they weren't going to get anything out of him. It was more distress after more distress and she had had enough of it. "Fine. You don't want to give me answers. That's okay. I'll find out on my own. If you think your leader is scary then you don't know what true terror is. You've made a dangerous enemy." Then without thought her other paw came up, balancing on her hind legs as she grabbed his head and suddenly twisted his cranium swiftly and hard in the opposite direction. A hard and satisfying snap sounded out as the body dropped to the ground in front of her. Death could come slowly or suddenly though with either outcome she didn't care.

-permission was given to powerplay

[| AGENT WASHINGTON |]

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Agent Washington

former human - freelancer - manipulative

Interrogations were basically inside of protocol if they needed information to keep someone alive. There were a couple missions where they would kill everyone int he base and just take the information that was inside of base because of its computers. But if they didn't find anything then it was their own fault that they couldn't further their investigation because they had decided to kill everyone. Usually, with the missions that they were given, it meant that they shot first and asked questions later because they had been given a specific task. A task that usually dealt with acquiring objectives or other material that they could use to better the program in itself. It was a difficult job, but to a rookie, it had been a fulfilling job because he believed they were helping the world by doing what they were doing. That he was actually accomplishing something instead of trying to fight on the ground. He had been so naive and would never be again. Either way, Washington noted the reaction of others that were around when they entered, obviously curious about the creature that they had managed to capture.

Washington didn't seem to be all that phased by Caesar's reaction about his death. To Washington, demons didn't exist and it was some crazy title that those gave themselves to try and be intimidating or make it seem like they could never die. He had heard the line before when they had captured one of the insurrectionist's leader and he read the transcript of the interrogation that was done. He was a demon that would come back to haunt them. Blah blah blah he had heard it all over the four years that he had worked with the program. Just because he said that he would basically come back to life, or at least hinted at it, Washington knew that they could simply do a silent raid on the group and gather more members that would be willing to talk to them. It would make their lives easier if the other wasn't going to talk. By not talking, he put everyone else at the threat of being killed, and they couldn't come back to life either. Everything was a vicious cycle, and Washington kept his mouth shut as everything was being conducted. Carolina knew how to ask the right questions, and since the Freelancers were here it meant that they would be a force to reckon with. He blinked his golden and blue eyes as the other continued to refuse to answer questions and it seemed like the other had attacked Thea.

Now, Washington wasn't protective of everyone, but that didn't mean he had morals either. The reason why they had joined the military was to protect the families that couldn't protect themselves. He knew as soon as the other said that, it was either going to be him or Carolina that was going to kill the Typhoon member. The other wouldn't be able to escape the likes of them, and Washington could make it gruesome by simply standing on his head and crushing the other's skull. Still the other didn't say anything and Bastille didn't bother to try and stop Carolina either. Obviously the other probably approved, and he figured that the other would know how this would end up with. The others death. Washington was used to seeing death and killing others with a neutral look on his face because he didn't care about those that they killed. His attention was drawn back toward Carolina though as the serval continued to tap her claws. He had seen her do it before and it seemed to be a habit of hers. He had a couple theories as to why she constantly tapped her claws, but whenever she did it, it didn't mean anything good. The prisoner didn't answer Carolina's last question, and it was obvious that they wouldn't be getting anything out of him.

Carolina's body language ended up changing though, and there was something off. He knew his fellow Freelancer as someone that was calm and collected during times like these and was a killer that didn't brag about it. They obviously were both killers, but still. A frown would finally find its way onto his face as he watched the change in her actions. What was happening? The other seemed to be enjoying torturing the other. Now, he could see her excitement when she was fighting someone, but this.... was too sadistic. A shiver crept up his spine but his body movements didn't show that it happened. It was something small that others may not be able to catch, but he knew that there was something wrong. Then the sound of a neck-snapping brought him out of looking at Carolina, and he didn't even flinch as the animal was killed. It was the animals fault. Maybe if he had talked, he would have lived just a little bit longer.

Washington sighed though that they didn't end up getting any information that would prove useful. He made his way over toward where the now cooling corpse was, looking at Carolina, but still keeping his distance. [b]"Where should we bury the body?" Washington questioned, as it was better to not let Typhoon know that they simply just let someone die by the hands of them. It would mean that they would lead a counterattack if that happened. "We should probably establish a recon squad to get the lay of what their territory is like without giving up our position." Washington stated calmly. It was standard protocol. Recon was the best way to get any information that they needed, and if they could destroy some territory along the way. Would that be possible though? He wasn't sure with the way everyone was now, and he was going to need to talk to Carolina later about what that was. Or simply let it fester and let was getting that was get worse. He craned his own neck to the side until he heard a crack before shifting his paws.

howie

Tags | Updated 07/27/18:

[color=black]GENERAL:
★ AGENT WASHINGTON | WASH, WASHINGTON, DAVID | MALE
★ Heterosexual
★ 3 years | Birthday | Ages realistically
★ Ascendants |  KUIPER CORPORAL [HP] | Freelancer, Former Human

IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ Agent Washington always wears his armor and never takes it off. Which means no one knows what his face actually looks like.
★ He hates being called any sort of nickname, preferring for his full name to be used when addressing him. He will constantly state so, as its just how he's used to being talked to.
★ Agent Washington suffers from insomnia and auditory/visual hallucinations. 
★ The armor that he wears is extremely tough, there are some spaces in between the armor, but if someone were to hit his armor it would not break.
★ Due to his experience when he was a human, he prefers working alone and not counting on others to help him in a bad situation.
★ Washington will not trust your character. No matter how nice they are. He will not tell them anything until getting to know them.
★ His current goal is to turn himself back into a human, as he doesn't want to be a cat forever. Because of this goal, he is less likely to offer assistance to the groups.

RECENT EVENTS (oldest-recent):
★

PHYSICAL:
★ ARMORED SLATE GREY SMILODON FATALIS [birth/main] | health: 100% | Reference.
580lbs. Agent Washington is a species of Smilodon, roughly the size of a lion. Washington is different compared to most Smilodons due to the strange coloration of his fur. That being a dark slate grey compared to the regular tawny of a simple smilodon. There are faint spots that are visible around his back legs, but only when the light hits it in a specific way. Not only that, but Agent Washington wears titanium alloy armor, making it extremely durable for taking hits and can be used as a means of bashing an enemy. The armor color itself is slightly lighter than that of his actual fur color. He wears a chest plate, that covers his chest and half of his back. Then there are shoulder plates that cover his shoulders and his arms protecting the front half of his body. There is a gap between the shoulder plate and the rest of the arm plate of his armor. His shoulder plate is a yellow, making it stand out from the slate grey armor he wears. Washington also wears a Spartan Helmet resembling that seen in the Halo series. The visor is a reflective gold and having a yellow line going down the middle of the helmet. While he wears armor, one doesn't notice the extreme amount of scars that cover his body, that has transferred from the time that he was a human. Scars ranging from those made by knives, bullets, and blunt trauma. Since his armor doesn't cover the lower half of his body (flank, and back legs), several scars can be seen uncovered in that area. Even though no one has seen his face, if someone were to see his face, his eyes are a deep gold color with blue wrapping around his pupil. The blue is a result of the trauma from a failed AI implantation when he was human. There is a scar on the back of his neck that branches out almost like a lightning bolt, and its barely visible as his helmet hides the majority of said scars. Being a Smilodon means that he has long incisors, but it seems for some reason someone had filed down his incisors, making them useless unless he can put enough force into the blow. However, since he wears his helmet, its impossible for him to use his fang to attack. Leaving his powers and paws as the only offensive means.
- major injuries: none
- minor injuries: none

PERSONALITY:
Once being immature, goofy, and charismatic, Washington was changed completely after the implantation of a computer inside of his head that nearly caused him his death. He is a soldier and hasn't been anything but a soldier in his life, making sure to follow the rules as much as possible. He believes loyalty is everything, and unless given a reason to he will not betray anyone. He is extremely serious and will work himself to exhaustion before trying to relax. Thinking that he must be prepared for everything that will be thrown at it. He prefers to be alone, but that just puts more stress on his head due to the factor that his mental stability is almost nonexistent. Washington is an expert when it comes to regular military strategies, and he almost knows nothing of the clans and how they work. In his mind, he is only on an alien planet and they potentially did something to him. He knows that he needs to get back to the project once the ship had crashed, but now he is actually in a different world. His only plan is to figure out a way to find his goal, and if that means he has to kill anyone in his way to get the information he will do just such. Washington suffers from different lapses of hallucinations and this can be easy for him to snap toward others in a violent manner. Being a soldier, if all else fails he will use violence at his full extent.

RELATIONSHIPS:
★ Single | 1/2 nothing
★ NPC x NPC | Generation 1 | No mentor

POWERS:
★ Electricity Elementals (Not Discovered)
★ Air Elementals (Not Discovered)
★ Earth Elementals (Not Discovered)
★ Fire Elementals (Not Discovered)
★ X-Ray vision (Discovered)
★ Teleportation (Not Discovered)

INTERACTION:
★ Message this account to plot
★ Extremely hard to befriend
★ Physically extreme | Mentally easy | Training constantly
★ Will start fights, and will finish them quickly
★ Attack in by tagging account
★ Cannot powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions. ALL OPINIONS ARE IC

[rhosmari]

[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt; line-height:13px; color:black;"]Satisfying, why was it so satisfying to hear his neck snap like that. Such a sharp and definite sound that there was no way to say anything other than that was death. Her eyes just looked down at the body as she looked at the lifeless corpse, not even really seeing it. Her head tilted to the side for a moment and she was just still, breathing slow and steady and the tapping had stopped. It was just silent save for those that were there and had witnessed the scene. Her ears slowly pulled forward as if she were waking up from some kind of dream though some would say that this was more a nightmare than anything else. And then Washington's voice lifted up into the air, breaking that quiet, that stillness and she narrowed her gaze before turning to look at him. His first question was a puzzlement to her. Bury the body? Her head tilted to the side a bit and she allowed a small smirk to pull at the corner of her muzzle before she moved to look at the body, shifting the legs here and there before giving a light sigh. "We aren't going to bury it. I have some other plans in mind and besides I doubt we need to bury the enemy at all, they can have him back." She'd give him back to them.

Though she was definitely curious of what Washington was talking about. Standard protocol. Indeed they did need to make a reconnaissance team to go and scope out the Typhoon territory. They had gotten information on them as they were a pirate like group and it was most likely that they lived on some remote island as thieves tended to isolate themselves from others. But she figured that Bastille would want to approve of such a plan. They were members after all and they couldn't just go off and do things at their own pace. "Agree, put one together if Bastille says it's okay. I've got something to do." With that said she grasped the corpse by the back of the neck, head lolling and she walked off with it.

[| AGENT WASHINGTON |]

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They were murderers. Not like anyone else in this group knew about it of course. But if they told them the number of people that they have actually killed it would probably bring up certain issues. It wasn't like they could have or even use guns here though, so they didn't really have all that much to worry about in Washington's eyes. At least that's what he would like to tell themselves. Washington didn't take great joy in killing others. The only reaosn he took the life of others was because that was expected of him. That's why he was there in the first place. He was there to be a soldier and soldiers shot those that were going against them with no questions asked. He did exactly that, but he wasn't some sick person who enjoyed killing others. He was fairly certain that he could speak for the rest of the Freelancers in that term. They didn't care about who they killed, they just knew that they were going to kill someone. He never witnessed any of the Freelancers laughing to themselves as they killed someone. They were professionals and did their job, most of the time, in a professional manner.

They didn't like to mess around when it came to killing others. It was their job, yes, but that was all it was their job. He would kill someone if he didn't get answers himself, but to do in such a manner to say that he liked hearing the sound of broken bones would never be something that he could use to describe what was going on inside of his mine. Sure, he had gone through a bit of insanity during the failed implantation, but that hadn't been his fault but instead the fault of the organization. And he felt pain and nothing like happiness. Washington knew that there was probably something going through Carolina's head since she came back to life, but he never thought that it was going to be something that could be considered serious. Everything got better over time, and he simply believed that Carolina would get over whatever she was going through. Washington knew what it takes to win a war with strategy, and giving the enemy information was the last thing that they needed to do, even if it was about their own soldier that could have been killed in battle. Of course, the others could assume that the other was never captured, and instead assume that the group did kill them, which was the more likely option as they didn't seem to care if they killed their members or not.

The Freelancer could care less about the lives of those that could be killed in this war, as it wasn't their problem so why were they helping them? It would be a means of a trust, and since they were able to take on the other animals with almost ease, they could end the war quickly. Now if they had the weapons they had while they were humans, Washington would know that this war would already be over. The armored smilodon still had a frown across his facial features when the smirk seemed to come back onto her face. That couldn't be right, why was she enjoying herself so much? It felt wrong in the pit of his stomach, and his shortened tail lashed behind him. Hearing her words though, Washington immediately shook his head. This wasn't strategic at all. [b]"You can't return his body to them. It's better that they never realize he died or that he went missing at all. That means they'll take longer to form another raid.

Giving them the body back will simply give them a reason to attack again and we don't even have a strategy when they do." Washington said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Because it should be. Carolina wasn't thinking properly, because they would just be putting more of the civilians in danger by doing something that rash. She agreed for him to form a reconnaissance squad, but then she started to pick up the corpse and make her way out of the observatory. Washington moved his way so that he was standing in the serval's way, his side slightly showing the other Freelancer. His pupils were narrowed in slits like any other cat, but no one could see the frustration behind the helmet he wore. "You can't take its body back. It will make the situation more complicated." Washington said, almost as if he was giving some type of order. Did she not realize what she was trying to do? It simply made no sense, and he was desperately trying to get her from doing so. If she ran around him with the speed that she still had, he wouldn't be able to grab her in time thanks to the broken arm that he still had.

howie

Tags | Updated 07/27/18:

[color=black]GENERAL:
★ AGENT WASHINGTON | WASH, WASHINGTON, DAVID | MALE
★ Heterosexual
★ 3 years | Birthday | Ages realistically
★ Ascendants |  KUIPER CORPORAL [HP] | Freelancer, Former Human

IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ Agent Washington always wears his armor and never takes it off. Which means no one knows what his face actually looks like.
★ He hates being called any sort of nickname, preferring for his full name to be used when addressing him. He will constantly state so, as its just how he's used to being talked to.
★ Agent Washington suffers from insomnia and auditory/visual hallucinations. 
★ The armor that he wears is extremely tough, there are some spaces in between the armor, but if someone were to hit his armor it would not break.
★ Due to his experience when he was a human, he prefers working alone and not counting on others to help him in a bad situation.
★ Washington will not trust your character. No matter how nice they are. He will not tell them anything until getting to know them.
★ His current goal is to turn himself back into a human, as he doesn't want to be a cat forever. Because of this goal, he is less likely to offer assistance to the groups.

RECENT EVENTS (oldest-recent):
★

PHYSICAL:
★ ARMORED SLATE GREY SMILODON FATALIS [birth/main] | health: 100% | Reference.
580lbs. Agent Washington is a species of Smilodon, roughly the size of a lion. Washington is different compared to most Smilodons due to the strange coloration of his fur. That being a dark slate grey compared to the regular tawny of a simple smilodon. There are faint spots that are visible around his back legs, but only when the light hits it in a specific way. Not only that, but Agent Washington wears titanium alloy armor, making it extremely durable for taking hits and can be used as a means of bashing an enemy. The armor color itself is slightly lighter than that of his actual fur color. He wears a chest plate, that covers his chest and half of his back. Then there are shoulder plates that cover his shoulders and his arms protecting the front half of his body. There is a gap between the shoulder plate and the rest of the arm plate of his armor. His shoulder plate is a yellow, making it stand out from the slate grey armor he wears. Washington also wears a Spartan Helmet resembling that seen in the Halo series. The visor is a reflective gold and having a yellow line going down the middle of the helmet. While he wears armor, one doesn't notice the extreme amount of scars that cover his body, that has transferred from the time that he was a human. Scars ranging from those made by knives, bullets, and blunt trauma. Since his armor doesn't cover the lower half of his body (flank, and back legs), several scars can be seen uncovered in that area. Even though no one has seen his face, if someone were to see his face, his eyes are a deep gold color with blue wrapping around his pupil. The blue is a result of the trauma from a failed AI implantation when he was human. There is a scar on the back of his neck that branches out almost like a lightning bolt, and its barely visible as his helmet hides the majority of said scars. Being a Smilodon means that he has long incisors, but it seems for some reason someone had filed down his incisors, making them useless unless he can put enough force into the blow. However, since he wears his helmet, its impossible for him to use his fang to attack. Leaving his powers and paws as the only offensive means.
- major injuries: none
- minor injuries: none

PERSONALITY:
Once being immature, goofy, and charismatic, Washington was changed completely after the implantation of a computer inside of his head that nearly caused him his death. He is a soldier and hasn't been anything but a soldier in his life, making sure to follow the rules as much as possible. He believes loyalty is everything, and unless given a reason to he will not betray anyone. He is extremely serious and will work himself to exhaustion before trying to relax. Thinking that he must be prepared for everything that will be thrown at it. He prefers to be alone, but that just puts more stress on his head due to the factor that his mental stability is almost nonexistent. Washington is an expert when it comes to regular military strategies, and he almost knows nothing of the clans and how they work. In his mind, he is only on an alien planet and they potentially did something to him. He knows that he needs to get back to the project once the ship had crashed, but now he is actually in a different world. His only plan is to figure out a way to find his goal, and if that means he has to kill anyone in his way to get the information he will do just such. Washington suffers from different lapses of hallucinations and this can be easy for him to snap toward others in a violent manner. Being a soldier, if all else fails he will use violence at his full extent.

RELATIONSHIPS:
★ Single | 1/2 nothing
★ NPC x NPC | Generation 1 | No mentor

POWERS:
★ Electricity Elementals (Not Discovered)
★ Air Elementals (Not Discovered)
★ Earth Elementals (Not Discovered)
★ Fire Elementals (Not Discovered)
★ X-Ray vision (Discovered)
★ Teleportation (Not Discovered)

INTERACTION:
★ Message this account to plot
★ Extremely hard to befriend
★ Physically extreme | Mentally easy | Training constantly
★ Will start fights, and will finish them quickly
★ Attack in by tagging account
★ Cannot powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions. ALL OPINIONS ARE IC