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6 yrs ago
Current First post after nearly a month of inactivity. Here's hoping I can get back into a good post routine before long.
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6 yrs ago
“Just put on anything by Enya. No, not anything. 'Orinoco Flow.' On repeat.”
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6 yrs ago
Managed to burn both my thumbs and index fingers pulling a tray of cookies out of the oven. I trusted you, oven mitts, and you betrayed me.
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6 yrs ago
Thanks to having to move earlier this year, I finally get to experience snow for the first time since my early childhood. It's absolutely wonderful :)
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7 yrs ago
RP’s that amass a good player base and have a good start only to suddenly die are why I have trust issues.
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@Awesomoman64

Ozzies offering me a drink? Haram! ;)

Or do i literally need to take out and show you the stick up my but?

(nohomo)


Doesn't matter if the stick was a 10ft pole to keep him away. Xan would just find a way to serve drinks 11ft away. His nonsense knows no bounds :D
Xander Clarke




“Yeah well, don’t worry. I have ideas for how to show my CO how much I appreciate it.” Xan replied to Skye’s comment with a devious grin and a small cackle.

No one in that facility was safe from Xan’s antics, not even his superiors: direct or otherwise. The only difference was he’d end up paying for every little infraction more so than with his fellow squadmates. After all, they couldn’t order him to do a solo mission in the heart of the outback for 3 weeks. The people in charge could. Yet much to their chagrin, this did not deter him. If anything it made him more determined with his shenanigans.

Though he had turned his attention away from Skye and missed her mention of Misa’s cooking, he was immediately drawn back in when she mentioned the idea of having the heavy class work with him a bit more. His head perked up like a dog hearing its name before he sauntered over to Misa and leaned against the sofa next to her.

“Oh please make that a direct order.” Xan requested with a smirk. His mischievous gaze locked with the dark haired woman as he finished his thought. “I’ve been wanting to take a crack at that bot since the moment I laid eyes on it. Who knows what kind of improvements I could make? Maybe I could program a sense of humor, then at least one of you would get my jokes.”

The aussie snickered to himself as he took another sip from his glass of scotch. He was just kidding around for the most part. While he wouldn’t say no if his assistance was requested, he of all people understood what it was like to have a personal project. Something that only he had worked on and was the sole creator of. But Misa didn’t need to know that. What fun would there be in teasing her if she thought Xan wasn’t genuine in wanting a sneak peek under Buki’s hood?

Against all odds, Xan was able to quiet down while Skye gave them a quick overview of the mission they would be undertaking. And much sooner than he had anticipated.

“So I am driving? Bloody hell.” Xan exclaimed with an eye roll. “Thanks for the heads up, mum. What would you have done if I had been on the sauce all night?”

Pushing himself off the sofa, Xan headed back to the bar and grabbed his half full pint he had abandoned earlier. It was downright criminal to waste these delicious beverages, but he had to be responsible. Xan took about two steps towards the sink, his eyes lowered to look at the transparent brown liquids he held in his hands. He didn’t have it in him to just toss such fine drinks down the drain, but there was no way anyone else was going to take them. Slowly he raised his head and took a deep breath. He knew what must be done. With one big swig he sent the scotch down the hatch. He placed the glass on the counter, and the same motion raised the pint to his lips and chugged what beer remained. He slammed the beer glass down next to the old fashioned, then lifted his gaze up to Mateo and pointed at the man behind the bar.

“Mat, I’m gonna need you to work some magic for me, mate. About an hour or two before we leave, I need you to brew some of Colombia’s finest. It needs to be strong enough to kick this alcohol out and send any hangover packing, but not so much that it blows up my heart. Well not right away, at least. If it shortens me lifespan a few years. Eh. I probably wasn’t gonna get to ‘em anyway.”
@FourtyTwo

All good man! IRL stuff takes priority. Just wanted to make sure we wouldn't be stepping on anyone's toes if some of us started posting again.
Do we have any posting order or limit on how many we need to wait before posting again? I think we're all silently waiting for things when we could all continue having our characters socialize a bit before we move the plot forward.
Marching the walk of failure, she headed to the kitchen to make everyone lunch. She never revealed that she was the one doing the cooking, and food would just appear on the table or in the fridge comes meal time. Needless to say, it was a role she enjoyed playing. It was better for keeping up her appearance within the group.


"Yeah nah for real! Every time I go to grab a bite from the kitchen there's like a premade meal with me name on it! And I know for a fact we don't have any kitchen staff. I'm telling you the bloody place is haunted by a ghost chef."
Dislikes:
loud people.


It's okay. You can just put "Xan". Not like it will stop him anyway.
Among the chatter in the rec room, one could very easily pick out the sound of laughter coming in a little louder than the rest. Leaning against the counter of the bar was the source of the laughter, a 180 cm tall Australian chap sporting a maroon button up shirt with the top buttons undone untucked from a pair of black jeans that were just long enough to barely touch his shoes; a pair of trail shoes much like Skye’s only in a dark gray. It was none other than Xander Clarke: Callsign “Glitch”, Raven’s own expert in all things tech, and self proclaimed jokester. Grasped in his hand was a half full pint of beer, very clearly not his first of the night, as he waved it around while regaling a story of a recent adventure to anyone who would listen.

“So the plane is going down right over the Persian Gulf, and our only way out is driving a god damned BTR out the massive hole we made in the cargo bay. So we say ‘fuck it’, hop in and slam on the gas! Now, I’m thinking we’ve got to be the biggest loons in the world to try this, but nah! Six! I repeat, six of those mercs decided ‘Not without us, ya don’t!’ and dove after us! Half the drongos didn't even have parachutes! Not that it would have done 'em any good. With the firepower we had, most of ‘em were pretty much swiss cheese before we hit the water.”

Xan chuckled at the last part of his story before raising his glass to his lips. Just as he took a slip, a new arrival to the party walked in. As soon as Xan spied their commander's red hair, he set his glass down and pushed himself from the bar to greet her.

"Oi Mum! Good to see ya! Pull up a chair! Grab a cold one!" Xan said pointing his thumb back to the bar. There were plenty of more proper or professional titles Xan should have used when addressing his superior, but he preferred the one that suited her most. Even if she disapproved.

"Aww you shouldn't have." Xan said as Skye broke out what was very clearly an expensive bottle of whiskey for the team. "I should probably pass, I'm four in already… Oh what the hell? I'm not driving anywhere tonight." Xan concluded cheerfully. He turned back to the bar to grab an old fashioned glass, but ended up grabbing an extra after he overheard Greyson’s remarks about the bases' defenses.

“Lag?” Xan asked as he placed the glasses on the table and began to pour a drink in each. “Mate, nearly every important piece of hardware here was either built, tested, and or fully installed by the lovely Laura Zeiss. Ya can’t beat German engineering, and that sheila is best of the best. Course, if you have a complaint or concern you could always take it up with her. Just, uh, make sure she’s not holding any heavy weaponry. Or large objects that aren’t bolted down.”

As he spoke, Xan picked up the glasses and casually walked over to where Greyson was seated and held one out for him to take. Should he accept, Xan would clink his glass against the brit’s. If not, he would simply attempt the same offer to someone else in the room. Either way resulted in him continuing his little rant.

“But if the counter measures are your worry, I promise you, not even a seagull can get close to us without proper clearance. But by all means, if you think you can bypass them, be my guest. I’m sure ol’ Mat has given it a go before.” he jested with a sly wink in Mateo’s direction. He took a sip from his glass and immediately made a sour face as he attempted to swallow. It wasn’t that he didn’t like whiskey, he just didn’t drink it that often and was not prepared for the strong taste from such a refined vintage.

“Woo!” Xan let out softly as he was able to get the spirit down. “Tastes like wood and has a hell of a punch. Jamie! How come this ain’t your callsign?”
Just gonna slip this in while it's nice and early ;)


@FourtyTwo@BigPapaBelial

If you don't mind, I've been working on a CS myself for when a slot does become open. I'm leaning more towards medium class since he doesnt have any focus in stealth, but my main goal was to make a more tech based operator. It is still a WIP so any and all feedback is welcome!


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