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Penn was quiet for a bit, lost in thought until Washington and Alaska introduced themselves, explaining the other two names on the list as well. Well, that explains those two, and he pegged Alaska as the quieter, more reserved of the two. Good to know, he reckoned, and he extended a hand to whichever of the two would be willing to shake in greeting. "Morning Washington, Alaska, pleasure to meet you both. Call me Pennsylvania, or Penn, whichever suits you more."
North offered to go to get breakfast, and Penn shrugged a bit. He had to get his armor first, even though he was in the jumpsuit, he always was more comfortable in his reinforced armor. More ready for something to go wrong without having to worry about mission compromise. Not as readily, at any rate. Of course, that meant turning them down for the moment, and he glanced at North and spoke in response to his question. "I'm going to fetch my armor first, I reckon today won't be as easy as breakfast, lunch, dinner, and muse over the board ratings. So I'm at least having that on me before I start eating, just in case. I'll catch up with you guys, yea? Pleasure meeting you two Washington, Alaska."
With that, Penn took his leave to go to the armory and suit up, as it were. It wasn't uncommon for Penn to do so, especially on days prior to training. There were probably plenty of agents who would not be suiting up right away, but Penn did out of habit and, to a degree, comfort. Armor was more comfortable for him than lounging about in normal clothing, far less exposed to prying eyes and the like. No need for any of that, he reckoned. So once he was in his armor, with his helmet tucked under his shoulder, he made his way to the mess hall, to grab some breakfast and seek out the group of Agents he had fallen into talking with and got along with well enough, mainly looking for North or South.
Penn had slept as well as one could expect, really. Not sleeping was a problem, usually, but tonight had been mercifully peaceful. Of course, he woke up in due time, after a few other agents but early enough still. It was hardly surprising, he was usually out and about before anyone else, barring a select few early birds. He dressed in a working jumpsuit, something that could comfortably be worn under armor in a moments notice, but he always wore that kind of attire when he wasn't in armor. Shaving and, having showered prior to getting dressed, he walked out of his room and headed for the central briefing room. He would have to eat soon, even if it wasn't bothering him much, but he wasn't worried too much. Besides, he was curious to see if anything was posted information wise.
Penn was glad to see he wasn't the only one to have the same thoughts on the matter. North, South, and Carolina were staring at a board with a series of names listed, and he recognized a couple going up the list. He was confused, almost concerned, until he spotted his name at the very top of the list, glowing in its number one slot. That was...unexpected. He reckoned getting himself killed still counted as a mission complete, even if he had failed half the objectives presented to him. Looking at the other three, a smile grew on his face at the sight of South in her sleep attire, and started laughing before getting a handle on himself. "Sorry South, but I couldn't help myself. Not the attire one imagines an Agent in, its amusing."
Penn swept the list, and saw some names he didn't know, and Carolina at the bottom. Coupled with the hole in the wall, he saw the problem immediately. Walking over to the fellow Agent, he rested a hand on his shoulder, speaking quietly to the man. "I wouldn't sweat that list much mate, top ten is pretty damn good. I could have swore up and down you would have ranked higher then the rest of us, frankly." Penn was not going to give away the fact that Carolina had already spoken to Penn about matters the day before, but the fellow Agent should have already realized that, and he was just covering ground with that little statement. And as a reaffirmation that he was still on board with the man's plans and discussions.
I'll post when the board is up.
Hmm, unless Penn needs to return to the group, he has little to post about at the moment.
Agent File
Codename: Pennsylvania
Gender: Male
Age: 31
Height: 167.64cm
Weight: 67kg
Specialty: Explosive Ordinance
Amour Enhancement: Reinforced Armor - Installed initially as a safety measure, reinforced armor plating, concussive shock padding, and overall design increase damage threshold to suit and wearer before vital damage is sustained.
Advanced Enhancement:
A.I: Omicron
Personality Assessment:
Agent displays a gross disregard for personal safety, maintenance of equipment and tools, or even for surroundings outside mission parameters. This is, from what analysis can determine, from a deeply seated belief that failure only happens to others. Past events have shown the man more than wiling to go to any means necessary to execute a task, regardless whenever morality and ethics of other agents might give them pause. Otherwise, noted as amiable and approachable off duty, to a degree that might breed distrust in some more anti social agents. Not primary leadership material under any predictable circumstances, but just smart enough to be dangerous in such a position. Do not assign to solitary jobs unless no other options are viable, lack of self preservation and on the job morality too dangerous to be left alone.
By all means Midna, however you see fit to make things work! I don't mind wherever you put him, considering you've had good explanations so far for any placement ideas you've had, I'll be fine working with wherever you want to put him. And I'll get my chara over to that fancy new tab for em in a few moments, in fact.
Penn had returned to his room, and on a thought, swept it for any monitoring devices. Bugs, as some called them, and disposed of the ones he could find. He wasn't hungry, and he rummaged through some of his belongings, eventually digging out an old book, far older than the Agent was. He hadn't ditched the armor yet, and sat down on the ground rather than risk stress damage to the furniture. His armor was more prone to that then most. Gently opening the book, half the pages were blank, the other half filled with a half legible scrawl that was Penn's handwriting. It was an honest to god journal, no electricity, no digital displays, just an honest to god book. Next to the book was a recorder, which was a verbal log of his journal musings and writings, more candid than that written in the book. Feeling secure about the room now, having found what he could, he began writing, the recording device also starting, picking up from the last time he had used the two. The background noise on the recorder was always the same, quiet, except for the sound of pen on paper, and Penn's own voice.
"Journal and Log of Agent Pennsylvania, continued from previous entry. The testing has gone well until today, where everything turned into a mess. No one walked away from that round of tests unscathed. I have...Forget this formal bullshit. North and South looked traumatized, and as far as I can tell, they got off easiest. Iowa looked inches away from murdering people outright, and Carolina...poor bastard is broken, gone and broken. He won't ever be the same, not where it matters. I don't consider my own tests a failure, not due to my actions. Provided with grossly useless equipment and intel does not saddle responsibility for failure onto the Agent. But, these last rounds of tests, something is off. I can't say what, but someone is looking for something very specific, very clear. To them, but not to me. I have my concerns and fears, I'm sure the rest of the agents do. Hell, I compiled a list of tech specs and info that indicates the borderline impossible nature of my test parameters. But I'm not sharing them, not with what I know now. I need to bide my time and wait, see what comes of all this. Its not going to be easy, not with the distrust and pain each Agent is no doubt going through now. For now, thats all that I got for the log. End Entry."
Penn sighed, standing up from the floor, stashing his things away again. Some days he wondered why he still bothered with that thing. And the same answer always returned. For when he died, someone could go back, find it, and see what the man was thinking on a regular basis. Kind of a long running statement, he supposed. But he still wasn't hungry, and he walked out of his quarters and started roaming the halls of the ship, waiting for the recall or some sort of information to be put out. It was a rare event where he didn't want to seek anyone out. He wanted to think in peace, and left his helmet on now, data tablet still with him all the way. No, unless he ran into someone, he wasn't going to be discussing things with anyone right now, if he had his way that was. He had enough information to sift through.
Penn had set his helmet and data pad down, giving his full attention to Carolina as he started to speak, and as he really began, Penn could already see the stress cracks and fractures in the man who had seemed so, well, together the night before. The situation the man described sounded harrowing, and rather illegal as well. It was a gross violation of normal operating procedure for sims, such simulated long term events could cause some serious damage. From what he understood from the medical folks, at any rate, they used a lot of in house techno babble for their medical. But that was not what the focus was, Carolina was cooked, unsure of whether this was reality or not alone was an indicator of that. But it was not unexpected, from the situation described. But Penn didn't interrupt the man as he began into the big part of his confession, if that was the right word, to the man.
Penn was confirmed in his thinking from the declarations of a shattered mind and personality from Carolina. Even if he hadn't said anything, his eyes spoke enough. They reminded him of some soldiers he had seen, that empty, scared look of a man too long lost to the times of war and pain. Penn wasn't sure what kind of man he had known in the simulation, but apparently it was clear that one, they shared the same codename and two, he was transposing memories of that time onto this one. Not surprising, really, considering what they had done. He would have to tread carefully, his initial plans of roaring into the offices and raising holy hell gone now. It might be wiser to keep on the down low, gather information from the background and pick up on what was going on that was so screwy.
Carolina seemed to get more control as he finished speaking, and Penn rose, resting a hand on the other Agent's shoulder and finally speaking. "Your not the only one who's picking up on something going on. I think all our tests were rigged in some way, shape, or form. Some worse than others. This'll seem like hollow words, but your going through a hell most can't imagine, mentally. Just keep going, you'll come out on the other side in time. I'll be keeping an eye and ear out, more so now then I originally planned. Appreciate you telling me all this, and I won't go spreading it around and about to people. This stays on the down low until the time to act is clear." Penn would be keeping an eye on Carolina though, even if medical helped him out, these kind of things needed to be watched carefully.
Carolina intercepted Penn as he was on his way, a data tablet in hand as he stopped to look at the other Agent when he asked that Penn come talk, and further elaborated on the fact that everything had been rigged and to meet him in five minutes before running away. In Carolina's room, he assumed was where the agent meant to meet, and he decided, considering what happened so far today. So in about five minutes time he knocked on the door to Carolina's quarters, still holding the data tablet, and would enter when given permission to. He didn't intrude on people's privacy without damn good reason. Walking in, he now had his helmet tucked under one arm, data tablet in the other, and looked at his fellow Agent with a much calmer expression then before, considering he had time to collect himself. "Alright Carolina, what's up?"
Hmm, Penn as leader, that would be an interesting experience, especially if things went down bad. Would explain commands decision on that though, though.
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