*BET YALL. YOU WANT ME TO BE ALL THREE, WATCH ME GO.*
A solider, about 5'9, stands against a wall. They wear full military siege garb that covers ever inch of their skin. Over their eyes are mirrored goggles that reflect the world they see. A sniper rifle and pistol are in holsters that gleam with a certain newness.
In a cell in the D-Class hallway, a young man who looks rather scruffy sits on his bed, wringing his hands quietly. He stares at the wall and mutters to himself. Deep cuts litter his face and are slightly accented by his orange jumpsuit.
A woman wearing a long white lab coat walks down the hallway. She has short auburn hair that falls over her right eye a bit. She has fair skin that is dappled by freckles and bright blue eyes that glitter warmly. She carries a clipboard that has layers upon layers of papers attached to it along with a pen. A tag on her coat shows off her name and level on the gleaming plastic. "Anasta Matteo, O4 Reseracher."
A man, part of the 9-Tailed Fox unit, walks around the corner and nearly runs into her.
She runs into him and staggers back, catching herself before she falls on the floor. "Oh dear.. Ah hello. Quite sorry about that." she chirps and smiles warmly.
"No, my apologies. I should've been paying better attention, just a bit stuck in my head at the moment."
*BET YALL. YOU WANT ME TO BE ALL THREE, WATCH ME GO.*
A solider, about 5'9, stands against a wall. They wear full military siege garb that covers ever inch of their skin. Over their eyes are mirrored goggles that reflect the world they see. A sniper rifle and pistol are in holsters that gleam with a certain newness.
In a cell in the D-Class hallway, a young man who looks rather scruffy sits on his bed, wringing his hands quietly. He stares at the wall and mutters to himself. Deep cuts litter his face and are slightly accented by his orange jumpsuit.
A woman wearing a long white lab coat walks down the hallway. She has short auburn hair that falls over her right eye a bit. She has fair skin that is dappled by freckles and bright blue eyes that glitter warmly. She carries a clipboard that has layers upon layers of papers attached to it along with a pen. A tag on her coat shows off her name and level on the gleaming plastic. "Anasta Matteo, O4 Reseracher."
A man, part of the 9-Tailed Fox unit, walks around the corner and nearly runs into her.
She runs into him and staggers back, catching herself before she falls on the floor. "Oh dear.. Ah hello. Quite sorry about that." she chirps and smiles warmly.
"No, my apologies. I should've been paying better attention, just a bit stuck in my head at the moment."
"No its my fault." She said chuckled "It appears we have a similar issue then." she says and picks up her clipboard and spilled papers.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*BET YALL. YOU WANT ME TO BE ALL THREE, WATCH ME GO.*
A solider, about 5'9, stands against a wall. They wear full military siege garb that covers ever inch of their skin. Over their eyes are mirrored goggles that reflect the world they see. A sniper rifle and pistol are in holsters that gleam with a certain newness.
In a cell in the D-Class hallway, a young man who looks rather scruffy sits on his bed, wringing his hands quietly. He stares at the wall and mutters to himself. Deep cuts litter his face and are slightly accented by his orange jumpsuit.
A woman wearing a long white lab coat walks down the hallway. She has short auburn hair that falls over her right eye a bit. She has fair skin that is dappled by freckles and bright blue eyes that glitter warmly. She carries a clipboard that has layers upon layers of papers attached to it along with a pen. A tag on her coat shows off her name and level on the gleaming plastic. "Anasta Matteo, O4 Reseracher."
A man, part of the 9-Tailed Fox unit, walks around the corner and nearly runs into her.
She runs into him and staggers back, catching herself before she falls on the floor. "Oh dear.. Ah hello. Quite sorry about that." she chirps and smiles warmly.
"No, my apologies. I should've been paying better attention, just a bit stuck in my head at the moment."
"No its my fault." She said chuckled "It appears we have a similar issue then." she says and picks up her clipboard and spilled papers.
He helps her clean up her mess. His boots are stained with blood along with his pant legs.
*BET YALL. YOU WANT ME TO BE ALL THREE, WATCH ME GO.*
A solider, about 5'9, stands against a wall. They wear full military siege garb that covers ever inch of their skin. Over their eyes are mirrored goggles that reflect the world they see. A sniper rifle and pistol are in holsters that gleam with a certain newness.
In a cell in the D-Class hallway, a young man who looks rather scruffy sits on his bed, wringing his hands quietly. He stares at the wall and mutters to himself. Deep cuts litter his face and are slightly accented by his orange jumpsuit.
A woman wearing a long white lab coat walks down the hallway. She has short auburn hair that falls over her right eye a bit. She has fair skin that is dappled by freckles and bright blue eyes that glitter warmly. She carries a clipboard that has layers upon layers of papers attached to it along with a pen. A tag on her coat shows off her name and level on the gleaming plastic. "Anasta Matteo, O4 Reseracher."
A man, part of the 9-Tailed Fox unit, walks around the corner and nearly runs into her.
She runs into him and staggers back, catching herself before she falls on the floor. "Oh dear.. Ah hello. Quite sorry about that." she chirps and smiles warmly.
"No, my apologies. I should've been paying better attention, just a bit stuck in my head at the moment."
"No its my fault." She said chuckled "It appears we have a similar issue then." she says and picks up her clipboard and spilled papers.
He helps her clean up her mess. His boots are stained with blood along with his pant legs.
She can smell the iron but chooses to ignore it. "Thank you so much" she says and smiles again, making sure all the papers are in order "Its my turn to do mental check-ups on the D-Class today so im a bit overwhelmed."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Someone steps out from behind the MTF-Alpha 1 Operative. He is European and looks to be in his mid-40s. He is wearing a tweed suit with a blue tie with birds on it, as well as a coat, a hat, and a blackbird pin.
Someone steps out from behind the MTF-Alpha 1 Operative. He is European and looks to be in his mid-40s. He is wearing a tweed suit with a blue tie with birds on it, as well as a coat, a hat, and a blackbird pin.
"What's the holdup?"
*Whose this towards?*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*BET YALL. YOU WANT ME TO BE ALL THREE, WATCH ME GO.*
A solider, about 5'9, stands against a wall. They wear full military siege garb that covers ever inch of their skin. Over their eyes are mirrored goggles that reflect the world they see. A sniper rifle and pistol are in holsters that gleam with a certain newness.
In a cell in the D-Class hallway, a young man who looks rather scruffy sits on his bed, wringing his hands quietly. He stares at the wall and mutters to himself. Deep cuts litter his face and are slightly accented by his orange jumpsuit.
A woman wearing a long white lab coat walks down the hallway. She has short auburn hair that falls over her right eye a bit. She has fair skin that is dappled by freckles and bright blue eyes that glitter warmly. She carries a clipboard that has layers upon layers of papers attached to it along with a pen. A tag on her coat shows off her name and level on the gleaming plastic. "Anasta Matteo, O4 Reseracher."
A man, part of the 9-Tailed Fox unit, walks around the corner and nearly runs into her.
She runs into him and staggers back, catching herself before she falls on the floor. "Oh dear.. Ah hello. Quite sorry about that." she chirps and smiles warmly.
"No, my apologies. I should've been paying better attention, just a bit stuck in my head at the moment."
"No its my fault." She said chuckled "It appears we have a similar issue then." she says and picks up her clipboard and spilled papers.
He helps her clean up her mess. His boots are stained with blood along with his pant legs.
She can smell the iron but chooses to ignore it. "Thank you so much" she says and smiles again, making sure all the papers are in order "Its my turn to do mental check-ups on the D-Class today so im a bit overwhelmed."
*BET YALL. YOU WANT ME TO BE ALL THREE, WATCH ME GO.*
A solider, about 5'9, stands against a wall. They wear full military siege garb that covers ever inch of their skin. Over their eyes are mirrored goggles that reflect the world they see. A sniper rifle and pistol are in holsters that gleam with a certain newness.
In a cell in the D-Class hallway, a young man who looks rather scruffy sits on his bed, wringing his hands quietly. He stares at the wall and mutters to himself. Deep cuts litter his face and are slightly accented by his orange jumpsuit.
A woman wearing a long white lab coat walks down the hallway. She has short auburn hair that falls over her right eye a bit. She has fair skin that is dappled by freckles and bright blue eyes that glitter warmly. She carries a clipboard that has layers upon layers of papers attached to it along with a pen. A tag on her coat shows off her name and level on the gleaming plastic. "Anasta Matteo, O4 Reseracher."
A man, part of the 9-Tailed Fox unit, walks around the corner and nearly runs into her.
She runs into him and staggers back, catching herself before she falls on the floor. "Oh dear.. Ah hello. Quite sorry about that." she chirps and smiles warmly.
"No, my apologies. I should've been paying better attention, just a bit stuck in my head at the moment."
"No its my fault." She said chuckled "It appears we have a similar issue then." she says and picks up her clipboard and spilled papers.
He helps her clean up her mess. His boots are stained with blood along with his pant legs.
She can smell the iron but chooses to ignore it. "Thank you so much" she says and smiles again, making sure all the papers are in order "Its my turn to do mental check-ups on the D-Class today so im a bit overwhelmed."
"Ah, i see. Let me accompany you."
"Ahh you dont have to soldier, its nothing bad." She said and chuckled "Though i would be more than welcome to have the company. Listening to mentally broken people has its issues."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*BET YALL. YOU WANT ME TO BE ALL THREE, WATCH ME GO.*
A solider, about 5'9, stands against a wall. They wear full military siege garb that covers ever inch of their skin. Over their eyes are mirrored goggles that reflect the world they see. A sniper rifle and pistol are in holsters that gleam with a certain newness.
In a cell in the D-Class hallway, a young man who looks rather scruffy sits on his bed, wringing his hands quietly. He stares at the wall and mutters to himself. Deep cuts litter his face and are slightly accented by his orange jumpsuit.
A woman wearing a long white lab coat walks down the hallway. She has short auburn hair that falls over her right eye a bit. She has fair skin that is dappled by freckles and bright blue eyes that glitter warmly. She carries a clipboard that has layers upon layers of papers attached to it along with a pen. A tag on her coat shows off her name and level on the gleaming plastic. "Anasta Matteo, O4 Reseracher."
A man, part of the 9-Tailed Fox unit, walks around the corner and nearly runs into her.
She runs into him and staggers back, catching herself before she falls on the floor. "Oh dear.. Ah hello. Quite sorry about that." she chirps and smiles warmly.
"No, my apologies. I should've been paying better attention, just a bit stuck in my head at the moment."
"No its my fault." She said chuckled "It appears we have a similar issue then." she says and picks up her clipboard and spilled papers.
He helps her clean up her mess. His boots are stained with blood along with his pant legs.
She can smell the iron but chooses to ignore it. "Thank you so much" she says and smiles again, making sure all the papers are in order "Its my turn to do mental check-ups on the D-Class today so im a bit overwhelmed."
"Ah, i see. Let me accompany you."
"Ahh you dont have to soldier, its nothing bad." She said and chuckled "Though i would be more than welcome to have the company. Listening to mentally broken people has its issues."
*BET YALL. YOU WANT ME TO BE ALL THREE, WATCH ME GO.*
A solider, about 5'9, stands against a wall. They wear full military siege garb that covers ever inch of their skin. Over their eyes are mirrored goggles that reflect the world they see. A sniper rifle and pistol are in holsters that gleam with a certain newness.
In a cell in the D-Class hallway, a young man who looks rather scruffy sits on his bed, wringing his hands quietly. He stares at the wall and mutters to himself. Deep cuts litter his face and are slightly accented by his orange jumpsuit.
A woman wearing a long white lab coat walks down the hallway. She has short auburn hair that falls over her right eye a bit. She has fair skin that is dappled by freckles and bright blue eyes that glitter warmly. She carries a clipboard that has layers upon layers of papers attached to it along with a pen. A tag on her coat shows off her name and level on the gleaming plastic. "Anasta Matteo, O4 Reseracher."
A man, part of the 9-Tailed Fox unit, walks around the corner and nearly runs into her.
She runs into him and staggers back, catching herself before she falls on the floor. "Oh dear.. Ah hello. Quite sorry about that." she chirps and smiles warmly.
"No, my apologies. I should've been paying better attention, just a bit stuck in my head at the moment."
"No its my fault." She said chuckled "It appears we have a similar issue then." she says and picks up her clipboard and spilled papers.
He helps her clean up her mess. His boots are stained with blood along with his pant legs.
She can smell the iron but chooses to ignore it. "Thank you so much" she says and smiles again, making sure all the papers are in order "Its my turn to do mental check-ups on the D-Class today so im a bit overwhelmed."
"Ah, i see. Let me accompany you."
"Ahh you dont have to soldier, its nothing bad." She said and chuckled "Though i would be more than welcome to have the company. Listening to mentally broken people has its issues."
He nods. "Plus they might try to bolt so..."
She chuckles "I suppose another good reason to have you here then." she said and extended a hand "Researcher Anasta, Pleasure to meet you."
"I know you hate it but O5 says its gotta happen." she says and pulls out her keycard, scanning it, then walking in.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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"No, my apologies. I should've been paying better attention, just a bit stuck in my head at the moment."
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*ughhhhhhhhhh. Now i'm gonna intro a D-Class*
A man with short black hair lays on his cot in his cell. He is about 5'11" and is humming idly, clearly bored.
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Jim is in his cell, thinking out loud. It is within hearing range of the D-Class
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The man leans on his ars and looks out of his cell. "duuuuuuuuuuude. Shut uppppppppppp."
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"No its my fault." She said chuckled "It appears we have a similar issue then." she says and picks up her clipboard and spilled papers.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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'I hear that a lot. You'd rather not hear about the myriad truths of human nature?'
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Anasta stands in front of the metal door and knocks gently. "Hello dear? Its time for your annual mental check-up" she says.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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He helps her clean up her mess. His boots are stained with blood along with his pant legs.
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'They don't want to. But that's their loss' he shrugs
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She can smell the iron but chooses to ignore it. "Thank you so much" she says and smiles again, making sure all the papers are in order "Its my turn to do mental check-ups on the D-Class today so im a bit overwhelmed."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Someone steps out from behind the MTF-Alpha 1 Operative. He is European and looks to be in his mid-40s. He is wearing a tweed suit with a blue tie with birds on it, as well as a coat, a hat, and a blackbird pin.
"What's the holdup?"
*Whose this towards?*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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"Ah, i see. Let me accompany you."
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*whoever was the ntf*
"Ahh you dont have to soldier, its nothing bad." She said and chuckled "Though i would be more than welcome to have the company. Listening to mentally broken people has its issues."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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'Don't know why' Jim butts in
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The man looks at her with hollow eyes. "Doc, can we just not today." he groans while standing up.
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He nods. "Plus they might try to bolt so..."
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She chuckles "I suppose another good reason to have you here then." she said and extended a hand "Researcher Anasta, Pleasure to meet you."
"I know you hate it but O5 says its gotta happen." she says and pulls out her keycard, scanning it, then walking in.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]