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Derpestein said
It is, bby.


We have a problem with the joining. Do I type in exacting as /join#para or what?
Derpestein said
69, You should join the #Para chatroom.Click on the chat IRC link at the top then type /join #para when you get in.


Sounds sexy
Xavier sighed, leaving his suit unbutton as the damn thing always left his skin itchy, his medals on the side from his precious fighting days. He raised a brow over at Charles's and Gath's antics, knowing Charles was just egging him on as well as Goliath doing the same goddam thing. He pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance, slowly shaking his head as he whispered over into William's ear, "And they're trained soldiers." He then turned to this new CO, asking, "One quick question mam. Just out of curiosity, what were your precious assignments? Black ops, spetsnaz, or what?"
Ubermensch said
Hey Derp and 69, are you up for a Terror mission?


SORRY!! Had school so I wasn't here most of the day, and fuck yes!
Meanwhile Xavier was in the barracks, cleaning and tuning up his rifle, it having been a habit since his old one always misfired or jammed. His teammates always told him he spends too much time with that dam rifle, but personally, he didn't care. He was just cautious over everything, and God knows what will happen when they run into something that's not ghouls. He sighed, smiling weakly as he slide the scope back on his rifle after inspection, laying it beside him. Having already checked his pistol, Xavier pulled out what his ex-CO of his old unit gave to him, a chopper style, homemade machete. When he first received it back when he was 17 it was so dull it couldn't even cut butter, but after being sharpen everyday, Oteino is positive this baby can cut through his own guns. Still, it killed time for waiting for either his mother or father to write, or for a mission. He grabbed a whetstone beside him, sliding his blade across the tough rock, causing a rough spark to go across it, repeating this process over and over.
Xavier made his way back to the transport, slowly walking into the craft after shouldering his rifle, grumbling about not enough meat bags lying on the sandy shores. He nodded to William as he leaned against the entrance, speaking quietly, "Next time, make sure a knife goes into his gut." Otieno's eyes still darkened with anger over the bigot's words, his short patience for such prejudice having disappeared since hearing Gath talk from the very beginning though he was slowly getting over himself. Looking over, he saw the big man over at the shores, asking William, "Any idea what he's doing?"
Xavier shook Lazar's hand, his grip shaking and tight as his eyes burned on Goliath, his nostrils flaring with his pistol never letting down for a pause before quickly being put back in it's holster, growling as the big bastard past him, promising, "One more snide comment and you'll have your own cigar burning into your chest." He turned to Lazar, nodding his welcome before quietly saying, "We need every soldier we can get unfortunately, though not a madman." He snarled the last four words, his eyes back to glare on Gath his body tense, yet challenging. Really, he needed to be reprimand after the mission was over, he knew, but this was the farest he ever seen Gath go, and he was tired of it.
"GOLIATH!" Xavier yelled jumping over cover and running at the big bastard, drawing his pistol out to lock on the back of the large man's head, glaring through his iron sights on him. He would put up with the big bastard's snared comments about the unit, when he talked about Kenya, or his people he would step up, but aiming or attacking the team is where action was demanded. He stopped a couple feet away, growling in his low, raspy voice, "Put. The. Knife. Away."
Derpestein said
I don't think they can even speak...

Err......sign language?
Derpestein said
69, you just crippled the last ghoul of the mission. I think I'll take this opportunity to execute the ghoul with a knife." Eat steel and die, mate." *Slit throat*

Throat slicing later dragon baby, we interrogate this meat bag first ;)
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