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[sub][color=Silver][i]Train to Amone, September 2nd - [b]Approaching the Recruits[/b][/i][/color][/sub]
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[color=Silver]	His craving for the baguette was cut short by the welcoming of Isaac. He seemingly had overheard the extremely bizarre conversation shared between himself and Freya only moments ago and was quick to question the whole interaction as much as Jean had previously. Within his first assumption, Isaac did have some falsehood about the knowledge he knew of the Oceanic woman that'd just unveiled far too much details about her plans with her love life. It was an easy mistake to make, however Jean knew exactly what there was to expect. He looked down to him and chuckled lightly to himself, closing his eyes and rubbing the back of his head once more with a slightly confused tone to his voice.[/color]

[color=Aqua][b]"You don't have to keep her in check, Isaac. She hasn't yet caused any...well...formal issues that could compromise anything we have, but we still can keep as much of an eye out for her as we should the rest of the Platoon. Though, that being said, I don't think she'd like being called a recruit. In fact, she's more veteraned than all of our platoon put together. Almost all of the Oceanic soldiers transferred to our regiment have quite a strict combat record that goes all over Europa and beyond."[/b][/color] [color=Silver]Jean sighed as he saw her once more dart in and out a few more cabins, her accent still quite audible from the small distance they held. It was a strange puzzle as to how someone as joyful and giddy as her could hold such formidable experience. Jean had sneaked in a few peeps towards the records of their replacement soldiers, ones who were specifically assigned to his platoon, and had understood how expertly she managed her role alongside the great [i]Marathon[/i]. They'd come together from a long-way away, and so it was almost completely understandable how someone of her calibre garnered the respect and success that she held. However, her personality also helped solidify the reasoning behind why she was yet to be promoted, even with her experience.[/color] [color=Aqua][b]"I'm sure you've heard all about them. Her, specifically, she'd been to that Southern Front that was in the news so much. [i]Operation: Breaking Gates[/i], someone mentioned a few days ago. Went through hell and back, and then dove straight into it again as soon as she returned to the central Europan theatre."[/b][/color]

[color=Silver]	Jean eagerly placed his hands on his hips, staring blankly down the train's carriage with a small smirk on his face. The more he thought about the things she'd done for her sake, as well as protecting the others around her, made her seem all the more admirable in his eyes. It nearly made him forget about the questionable things she'd brought up during their conversation, to which he shuddered once more upon reminiscing over it. Quickly, he looked back to Isaac and nodded with a somewhat determined glare carried upon his face. It was, for once, the most inspiring he seemed to look before then.[/color]

[color=Aqua][b]"Anyway, I can see to your request. I hear the next stop has a few books and newspapers waiting for us to catch up with the worldly news of the Federation, but those'd get boring. If you want, I can grant you permission to take a peak at the storage compartment. I took a look there last night with Lucia, who seemed to be scavenging through the private letters of others. Whilst I don't condone it fully, I must say there's some rather humorous things written and drawn by individuals. I hear Britta has some sort of song written down there, but most of it was scribbled out it seemed. Other than that, I've got the duty to introduce myself to the other new recruits...the actual recruits, this time around."[/b][/color] [color=Silver]Jean walked forward, nodding to Isaac as he left, before he stopped and turned around, lowering his voice towards the familiar NCO that had just spoken to him.[/color] [color=Aqua][b]"O-Oh, and if you heard anything about a poem for Kalis-...uhh...a girl, don't mention it to anyone. Pretty please?"[/b][/color]

[color=Silver]	With that stated, Jean had to wander around with the thoughts of who to meet. From carriage to carriage, he began to see each and every new recruit he could find and introduce himself. Jean held a somewhat confident and joyful happiness as he did so, mainly because he knew that the spirited troops that had joined them were exploding with morale and courage themselves. To hold such begrudgingly dark undertones to everything he said would just rain shit down upon their fabulous parades.

	The more he went by, the more he spoke to. Jean intentionally avoided Michael's new partner to talk to. Ironically, even though he showed so much excitement for the man, the myth and the legend for being present, Jean entirely missed and walked past Thomas Carter without even knowing it was him. Instead, he went further down the carriages until he eventually got to someone who he recognised from the files. It was a new face, definitely, and for once it was someone from Europa as oppose to the Dominion of Oceania. Jean had a faint memory of reading his registration file and knew the tiniest piece of information about him, but it was good practice to introduce himself towards the ones that had to work alongside the Corporal further down the line. Confidently, Jean walked forward and extended a hand towards the marksman, who held his scoped rifle firmly within his hands.[/color]

[color=Aqua][b]"Private Ward, I presume? I'm Corporal Jean-Robin Charpentier, I'll be your NCO for this day forward. Just thought I'd stop by and give a friendly welcoming, as well as point you in the right direction towards the rest of our Platoon if you don't mind giving them a small shout."[/b][/color] [color=Silver]Jean's smile was genuine, for once, and instilled a great deal of warmth towards his output. He hoped to try and comfort or include the new soldiers of his Platoon as if they'd been there the entire time. Even so, it was quite clear that Jean was fairly interested in the Longfield he held and its magnified optics. Jean had always pondered what it would be like to be a marksman of any calibre, but it wasn't something he could truly picture himself.[/color] [color=Aqua][b]"Come very far to get here? I heard good things about your potential marksmanship, and I would like to say I welcome it eagerly. I can assure you that our next destination should be quite fitting for someone of your roles, perhaps."[/b][/color]

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