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Óscar finished changing, looking at the french male with a raised eyebrow and a slight smirk [color=00a651][b]"Yeah, well, you'd also be complaining if you were forced to stay here [i]gilipollas[/i]!"[/b][/color] he yelled back at him with a laugh afterward. [color=00a651]"What an ass..."[/color] he thought [color=00a651]"Everyone here is an ass, except that Asian [i]chaval[/i], he seems good"[/color]. The Spaniard walked out of the barracks, stretching himself and adjusting the uniform to fit his body: He wasn't a bodybuilder, not at all, but it was obvious that he was fit enough to put up a nice fight or even handle a few soldiers by himself. He DID practice H2H combat while on the old League, and his years of "Vigilante" taught him some useful techniques...besides, he asked for some Glíma lessons here on the Georgian base.

He didn't like being "bossed" around, but he understood that the Captain was, well, the Captain for a reason, so he didn't wait to follow his instructions and continued the march to the canteen. He knew some of the other soldiers looking at the group, giving some of them a few nods as the pacing started to slow down, reaching the [i]comedor[/i] at last as he grasped a tray and got served the "spaghetti", grinning but also showing disgust on his face [b][color=00a651]"Told you, wet noodles..."[/color][/b] he said, chuckling and quickly sitting on one of the tables, starting to play around with the fork/spoon...foon? [color=00a651]"Damn, a M1911? Well, I guess he deserved it"[/color] Still, the thought of the man getting just a pistol was ticking him off [color=00a651]"Why not a rifle? A rifle is better...or a bow, damn, those are really silent..."[/color] he took a sip of the glass beside him, watching as the rest of the group grabbed their trays [color=00a651]"Yeah, a bow could be useful, maybe I could make ice arrows for him even."[/color]

Óscar continued day-dreaming, slowly starting to eat the "spaghetti" as an idea popped into his brain [color=00a651]"A band! When I get out of here I'll make a band, a swing band...just like back in France..."[/color] the idea appeared appealing to him, but he quickly discarded it as a shady thought ran across his mind [color=00a651]"Maybe we don't make it out alive, maybe this is just The League 2.0 and I'll have to desert again."[/color] he looked at the siblings as he said that [color=00a651]"Oh, look, we're really honorable and we care for the rest of the people, blah blah blah."[/color] Óscar chuckled to himself, shaking his head slowly [color=00a651]"Yeah, see where that gets you, more than likely in a situation where I'll have to risk my ass to save you, kids, just to not get called a "coward", why do I even care though? If I could, I'd just escape from this hell-hole and kill Hitler myself, I'd just need to see him on the street and make his blood boil, or maybe freeze it and then throw a stone at him so he shatters, yeah."[/color] His "happy-go-lucky" attitude seemed to have gone off him, a dark-like-aura now floating around him, as he was imagining ways to kill the needed people so the War would end as fast as possible. He did know that nothing about that would happen, he was just an actor and musician with some special power.