Major Mario

Yeah I'm leaving too. It was a pleasure RPing with you folks.


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MSF Brig, Mother Base

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An ordinary scientist or soldier would take offense to what Sara, Hunting Fox, had just said, but Dr. Strangelove was quite strange. She saw a comedic side to the soldier as her shoulders moved with her chuckles. Verbal banter, while one-sided most of the time, was as invigorating as morning coffee. Dr. Strangelove cherished a strong-willed college who could walk on their own... Although, she did have a bit of a soft spot for the wheelchair-bound Huey...

With a rare smile, the AI doctor turns back to her two incompetent workers and returns to verbally bashing them, as per usual. She completely and utterly ignores Alonso, also as per usual. Now, I'd say that she's a bit of a prude and a bitch, but the fact of the matter is that the enigmatic Dr. Strangelove simply doesn't like other people. Other than a few soldiers and individuals, she wants nothing to do with others. A misanthrope by any other name!

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Personal Codec Call to Hunting Fox

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[Miller-149.57] Ah! I see you've managed to convince the prisoner to join us! Alonso Mertano, was it?]

How anyone was able to 'see' things through another soldier's eyes, let alone the world from a simple CODEC call was unknown. The CODEC at this point in time was just a simple radio call between two individuals, not some space-age conversation that stopped time for all except the participants! Although, many of MSF's researchers were very interested in creating a better system...

[Miller-149.57] If you're going to take 'Alonso' to the Kill Zone, it might be a good idea to get him a uniform. The uniform that prisoners wear, no matter how varied, offers low defense and low main ammo storage. Our Jungle Fatigues offer enough space to carry over five pieces of equipment and five weapons, plus your two main weapon slots. Also, defense is raised and your ammo storage is much better! But knowing you, you already know that! Get our new soldier situated and we'll see about- Hm? ..... Ah, yes, continue with what you're doing. I believe the Boss will be arriving shortly to the Kill Zone as well. ]

Library, Shopping District - (@Kristia and TRXD)

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Sarah Hunnigan beamed at the words Kris used to describe her mother. She seemed like one hell of a fine lass with how supportive she was, but her real feature shone through when Kris remarked that she knew quite a bit about Lunar Magic. Naturally this would make the meek Trista all giddy with excitement! Having an expert to look up to who was familiar with magic was a blessing, and even more so when they were supportive and nurturing. It made Sarah wonder if there were a few Dark Magic teachers around, or at least a few senior students who knew the ropes to the Dark Arcane.

The vampire bounced in her seat and leaned forward towards Trista, enthusiasm in her eyes.

"See? There's tons of support ta be found! I bet by the time Kris's mother comes for a visit you'll be well on your way to gettin' a good handle on lunar magic!"

My week is and will be torture for me. Lots of drama. I don't want to RP here until I go back to college in a few days.


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No, nothing. On that note, am I needed anywhere?

MSF Brig, Mother Base

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The white-haired woman watched the verbal exchange between Hunting Fox and the prisoner with some interest in her eye. She did not direct her interest towards the hapless joker in the cell but the woman looking over him. Keypads and incompetent soldiers aside, the woman decided to study and look on in curiosity. She quite liked Hunting Fox, although with most of her encounters with strangers going sour, it wasn't very likely that the female soldier felt the same camaraderie or affinity. These relationships, however tame or benign they were, spoke volumes for someone with a strange love, someone like Dr. Strangelove!

After Hunting Fox and her prisoner reached a sort of consensus, Dr. Strangelove watched as the soldier essentially recruited the prisoner. Most recruitments happened in this manner, usually with a gun being pointed at them but mostly involving an agreement between the interrogator and prisoner. With a small chuckle, the good doctor spoke up before Hunting Fox could get out and get some alone time with her joker of a prisoner.

"Letting him out like a dog for a walk... He's your responsibility, do you know that?" Strangelove folded her arms and looked back at the two soldiers installing keypads. "Just keep him away from research and development."

Deck, MSF Mother Base

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Big Boss looked on towards the north as an unidentified Bell UH-1 Iroquois helicopter, or 'Huey', approached Mother Base. The deck the legendary soldier was on was scarred with burnmarks and bulletholes from a previous fight with a Paz-controlled Metal Gear ZEKE. It was an eyesore, but it would have to do for receiving clients for now. Every soldier was tense near the boss, and for good reason. Clients weren't well-received anymore thanks to Zadornov, Paz, and Cipher, so the utmost of caution had to be taken. Growling, Big Boss took another drag from his cigar and waited.

After a minute of waiting, the sound of the Huey's rotors cut through the air and pushed waves aside as it glided ever closer. There was a tremendous roar of engines and blades when the helicopter touched down on the deck. Just about every MSF soldier had their M16s pointed at the craft, all except for Big Boss who didn't even bother to lift his Colt. He couldn't place it, but somehow he had a feeling that whoever was inside the helicopter wasn't just any old client. No, more than that... An old ally. The grizzled soldier offered a rare smile and came forward as the Huey's doors opened.

"Decided to fly a Huey instead of driving a truck?" he asked as the 'client' stepped out of the Huey...

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MSF Brig

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As this transpired, the brig remained inactive for some time until a pair of MSF soldiers came in with a couple toolboxes. They looked to a vacant cell near Hunting Fox and pulled out a large square-shaped contraption filled with buttons and unforgiving-looking steel plating. Keypads weren't new to Mother Base, but they were when it came to individual cells. After the escapade with Zadornov, it appeared that the R&D team was going the extra mile. The soldiers began to fiddle with the contraption on the vacant cell before someone entered and advanced on them.

It was a white-haired woman in a crisp suit, and she did not appear too happy with their work.

"No no no! Do you subnormal halfwits even understand the complexity of it all?" She swatted one of the soldier's hands away from the keypad and shoved him aside. Her scowl widened as she fiddled with the mechanism. "You cannot simply slap it on and expect it to work! This is not some plastic explosive or cure-all, it requires care, precision, and above all else, a pair of capable hands!"

The doctor unfastened a few bolts and latches and flipped open the keypad. A gentle beep greeted her before being silenced by a removed wire. The soldiers looked on stupefied as the doctor rewired the contraption and made a botched job less unsightly. She continued to polish and pick at the keypad before shutting and securing it, although with none of the brisk movements of the soldiers. When it came to machines, the doctor used the utmost of care and caution as if she was tending to a small child.

"There. You had better have had a good look at how to do it correctly, because I will not correct you again." The doctor glared daggers at the two soldiers before turning to leave. She hesitated when she noticed Hunting Fox and a prisoner she was talking to. "These buffoons will be installing the same security measure on all of these cells. How long are you going to take with that one there?"

Whereas the doctor was cold and cutting with the two soldiers before, her rotten tone was not as apparent when speaking to Hunting Fox. She was still cold and aloof, but her tone shifted to a more conversational one.

Central Market - Jefferson, Skylands Republic - ((@SereneGrace & TRXD))

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Troy wasn't that good at reading strangers as well as he could read his countrymen. Kaiden looked like a cheery fellow and didn't seem to be the type to dwell on negative emotions, just like Miriah, but every person had their flaws and was bound to suffer at some point in their lives. Judging by the cautionary tone in Kaiden's voice, it didn't seem like he was too fond of the idea of bringing Troy along with him. Miriah's words had touched him and Troy's previous purchase had helped smooth the waters, but there was still that nagging sense of distrust. There was nothing hostile or antagonistic about it, however, only wariness.

Trusting strangers in a place like Jefferson didn't come easy to the residents here, and Troy could sympathize with them. Here he was, a Galest monk from a foreign nation in strange clothes amongst locals. He stuck out like a sore thumb! Obviously someone would think a man like him didn't belong here. A man like him wouldn't be trusted so easily. But Troy didn't have any ill intentions or weapons on his person. All that he wanted was adventure, camaraderie, and a chance to find his eternal flame.

Something in Kaiden saw through the monk's stoic demeanor and put him at ease. If he wouldn't be trusted, he would at least be tolerated.

"Thank you," Troy said to Kaiden, grateful for the help. He looked to Miriah as she spoke up, seemingly upset. "Hmm? Oh, certainly. I'll follow you if you need assistance."

The monk wasn't sure how this 'Air Force Command' factored into this voyage, but if Miriah had to mention it with a concerned tone, then it had to be very important to her. Troy would follow without a fuss.

Library - TSU

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Sarah hoped she wasn't overthinking things, but somehow the image of a petite human woman consorting with a very large wolf entered her mind. The clash of fur against bare skin, canines against mashers, and even more differences. A human and a wolf coming into conflict with each other out in the wilderness wasn't a foreign concept, but establishing a romantic relationship with each other and eventually siring a child? That was three times crazy spiced up with supernatural influences and a touch of erroticism. Now, what did this all mean?

The answer was simple, although weird. Kris's mother was a normal human, her father was a wolf, they got it on and produced a half-wolf half-human child. Implications unpleasant, yet for Sarah, she couldn't help but react in the way any 'normal' person would.

"So... Let me get this straight... Your father was a big wolf, all furry, and your mother was a human, not furry and all human..." The gears in Sarah's head turned and churned out something brilliant. "And if you're the child, that means... You're one of a kind! That is so awesome!"

Library - TSU

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The Hunnigans weren't a clan per say, but they did have similar rules to Kris's father's clan. Marriage outside of bloodlines was frowned upon, and even still was siring children between two different species. However, vampires were very passionate creatures and were able to reason, thus they allowed 'odd couples' to be together and procreate only if the foreign fiancé could prove their love to their lover, among other things.

"Wait a minute... You're a half human half wolf, and your mother is a pure human, yeah?" Sarah made a confused face. "So that means your father is a pure wolf... I uh... What do they look like?"