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Likewise, we got ourselves a interesting, small merry band of folks to go off marching to war and all the good stuff in life along the way.

Penn was chuckling at the displays between South and Cal, as folks had taken to calling him. Penn was thinking on the mission parameters so far. A rescue mission in a high danger environment. Abandoned city, close quarters, not the best place for most folks when it came to high explosive weaponry. But that also meant potential ruins, blocked passageways that would need cleared to expediate target location and extraction. And that could also mean densly packed, target rich entrenched positions. So direct explosives, like rockets, were out for now. So that meant one thing, and it was one of his favorite pieces of gear to use. Grenade Launcher, fully loaded and with spare ammo to boot. Perfect. Secondary weapon, just like before, he favored a pair of suppressed pistols just in case people favored a quiet outing rather than a loud one. He could do both with the pistols, but grenade launchers generally were not subtle things. Beyond that, he set up a series of demo charges, malleable explosives, landmines, and hand grenades for a backpack unit for his overall kit. While he was doing all of this set up prior to entering the simulation, he chimed in on the back and forth from North and Cal, poking his fun over at North for his stereotypically defensive reaction, even in jest. "Hah, I love it when love blooms so early in life. Relax North, not like he'll be spending every night over in your room, keeping you awake all night long from the, ahem, physical training. Probably. In all seriousness though, sounds like a solid plan Cal, fine by me. Just try to keep the harem in check, yea?" Penn laughed easily, clearly not serious about the harem jab. He had been serious about the solid plan comment though, heading into the sim after having said his piece to Cal and North, joining the ones who had entered so far, walking over to the sim holo display which held a map of what he figured was the area they were dealing with, directing a question right towards Iowa. "Alright man, what are we looking at dealing with here? Specifics on intel, I know generally the mission difficulty rating already."

- Name: Jerod - Class: Mercenary - Age: 25 - Sex: Male - Appearance: -  - Equipment: Iron Sword x1 - Personality: Jerod is a very down to earth, spiritual in a general sense, and honest to a fault mind of man. Jerod tends to be the one to call someone out for some reason or another, whether its warranted or appropriate or not. While the man is slow to anger, the quickest way to do it is to confuse his spirituality with religious fervor. He actively shows disdain and distrust for any organized religion, preferring his own, unshared beliefs. But this doesn't mean Jerod is a necessarily bad or mean person, as often as he might come across it with his uncensored mouth and generally common, crude manner of speaking. He just doesn't know to portray himself that well, nor does he care to in the slightest. He would rather be despised for what he is, then loved for what he is not, and will gladly be the first to make that happen, and talk someone's ear off about it, if they get him started, which can usually be done after about 6 drinks at the local tavern. - Biography: Born to a group of bandits, one would have expected that Jerod would not have turned out much better. But, while he was a child, several warriors tracked down and slew the band of bandits, leaving the young child without family for a brief moment. The oldest warrior adopted the bandit child and took him in. Adopted by a bounty hunter, Jerod learned swordsmanship and other useful wildland skills, from tracking and trapping to skinning and scavenging. Once he was old enough to hold his own, his adopted father took him out hunting bandits and other criminals, letting him learn on the job opposed to just study and safe training. The next few years were of him going from place to place, bounty to bounty, focusing to zero in on his swordplay and swordplay alone. When his old man passed on to natural causes, Jerod took what he had been willed and left for greener pastures, as the saying went. Having been 17 after his father died, Jerod drifted across the land, visiting sites and locations of legend and notoriety. From battlezones to memorials and everything in between, learning the history of the world and earning a paycheck with his skill, used to work here at some point after all. Gimme a few. He made enough money to make ends meet and afford clothes and a place to rest for a night. He made a small name for himself as a reliable source, and kept well clear of any attempts to involve him with this new Church going around. Wasn't his thing still, so he didn't bother, not until he could verify looking didn't hurt. At the age of 25, he had done a lot of work and shrugged rather then let it get to his head something fierce. He eventually drifted into Yllise, to look for more sight seeing spots or some work to do when its now.

Yes, yes. You have all of my yes right now. Ever since I got Awakening on the 3DS probably almost a year ago now, been addicted to it to an unhealthy degree. I'll be onto a CS right away.

Seconded, up for either number one or three.

Penn smirked and shrugged as each person rattled off what they were good at, more so then usual when it came to Agents. Their forte, if one would use such words. He didn't brag when he responded to the circle of comments, no need to, even if he was one of those kind of people who did. Scoring top would secure that little thing well enough. "Explosive Ordinance, myself. If it explodes, I can handle it better than most. Not very subtle, but if you need to go loud, might as well go with some gusto, eh?" Penn elaborated a bit, having no problem chatting about his prior experience, as it were. "Used to do demo work for the UNFC for as long as I've been an adult, and gotten enough attention to make some waves for myself. Wouldn't be sitting here otherwise. Granted, someone's probably still miffed about that transport Warthog, but it got the job done. So if you need something to go boom, just give me a holler." He chuckled and shrugged, finally finishing his light breakfast as North and South continued to go back and forth before declaring to follow his idea. Er, well, it wasn't his idea, per say, and he corrected them on that as he rose up. "Afraid it wasn't my idea, but I'll be participating, sure as sure. So I'll see you folks down there, yea?" Penn turned and wandered off down towards the training decks, not moving at a hurried pace or anything like that. It still didn't take him long to get down there, nodding to Iowa as he arrived in the same training area as him. "Morning mate, what do you got planned for the training sims today, eh?"

"Do any of you mind if I intrude?" Penn had effectively come out of the woodwork, wearing his armor, a plate of food in one hand, helmet tucked under an arm, and datapad in the other. It looked like his hands were certainly full, that much was certain. The amount of food on his plate was not much, especially compared to South and her voracious appetite. High metabolism worked wonders, the Agent figured as he sat down to listen to the information being put out by North, as others had joined them and went about their own business. An interesting bunch of Agents, that much would be certain, sure as sure. It was strange, he knew other Agents would be looking his way now, wondering what put him so highly above everyone else. Not something he relished, nor would he. Too much attention on his comings and goings. As North mentioned the relaxation and break period they would be given, he seemed distrustful of it. The tests were supposed to be simple, and look how they turned out? No, this R&R period would probably turn out to be anything but resting or relaxing. Penn had barely touched his meal, between listening and logging notes on his own datapad, or otherwise continuing to organize his own information, to further decipher the reasoning or rational behind what the test wanted to accomplish. Stress testing didn't need to be that complicated, there was more to it then that. But Penn kept an easy smile on his face, not betraying his thoughts so readily as he spoke. "Figre most of us could use a few days to cool off and unwind, even with tests and such in between."

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.