Well now, oversleep and all this happens? Got me some reading to do it seems.
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@Solo Definitely digging how you wrote both of em, sure as sure. Every time one of the older members of the Overwatch crops up, have to wonder how my guy would have dealt with em or interacted, being as old as he is.
Also... for the peeps who are playing Genji and Hanzo (or just for everyone in general), here's how they would possibly be like if they ever had their dragons as pets:
"Can I at least have my arm back?"
"No."
That bit got me, well played.
Ansgar hated CMC armor. Sure, it was considered the necessity of the day and age of combat for most personnel these days, doubly so since he wasn't just out picking up criminals, hunting down vagabonds, that sort of nonsense anymore. So, hardly surprising why one might question why the Marshall was sitting in the dropship, not wearing a full set of CMC armor like the majority of those within the ship itself. Doubly so, when he saw that wearing armor was important enough to be wearing light infantry's armor, a reinforced plate over his torso to protect the vitals as well as combat boots under the greaves that came with the light infantry set. Mainly? Mobility and dexterity. He'd seen a man in CMC armor, when dealing with an isolated feral zerg group, get swamped and torn to ribbons. The rest of them had been fast enough on their feet to survive, but not the Dominion fellow sent to supervise from the local Marine posting. As such, the Marshall preferred the lighter armor that would still stop a few rounds to the torso over the full armor of the Marines.
Though as he looked over the old C-10 Canister Rifle in his hands, noting the weapon that most considered bulky or awkward to use would not suit a Marine too well, at all. Ansgar preferred the 25mm explosive rounds the model used, and it made a very distinct, satisfying sound every time he fired it. Which, before hooking up with the Raiders, was very rarely. Some of his boys and himself, while out on patrol, had found themselves an old Confederate stash of gear. Wisely they had kept the stuff to themselves, considering how little trust they could put in the Dominion since, well, they had mostly just painted over the old Confederate stuff with the new Dominion colors, and flew a new flag to change. Sure, most of it, compared to modern Dominion tech, was rubbish, but the C-10's they had found were not. And considering how the Raiders and Ansgar had met, well, that was a story for another day. But, needless to say, the C-10 he still carried had saved his life.
Once they arrived on scene, Ansgar was, entertainingly, the first out of the shuttle and his boots hit the ground, knees bending to absorb the impact as he swept the area, looking for any sort of trouble. Nothing, small miracle there, and he cracked his neck while the rest of the squad got boots on the ground. The Marshall made sure his hat was in place before they started moving, nothing to say to the group as he ignored the sand that was blowing all over the place. Reminded him of home, really, but he kept idle thoughts down as they marched. He had to use a visor to match the HUD that the armored folks had, but that wasn't a big deal. Kept the sand out of his eyes anyways, which was the main concern in this sort of situation. When they reached their positions, and orders were given to mark targets, Ansgar tagged one of the guards that were above the other two, closer of the two mind up above mind you. He trusted his C-10 over any of the Marine C-14's for that kind of work. Sure, he didn't have any fancy optics, but he was a better shot than folks tended to give him credit for. Besides, those 25mm explosive rounds tended to make short work of a most folks he had to take a shot at. And he knew for a fact it could put down Marines in one well placed shot to the visor. Considering the guards were not overly mobile?
He was locked on target real quick like, aim steady and waiting for the order to fire, and gave Solares a confirmation of such. And included his nickname for the woman, it was a habit, everyone had nicknames, those that dealt with Ansgar for long enough at any rate. "Ready to rock, Sunshine, give the go ahead."
Though as he looked over the old C-10 Canister Rifle in his hands, noting the weapon that most considered bulky or awkward to use would not suit a Marine too well, at all. Ansgar preferred the 25mm explosive rounds the model used, and it made a very distinct, satisfying sound every time he fired it. Which, before hooking up with the Raiders, was very rarely. Some of his boys and himself, while out on patrol, had found themselves an old Confederate stash of gear. Wisely they had kept the stuff to themselves, considering how little trust they could put in the Dominion since, well, they had mostly just painted over the old Confederate stuff with the new Dominion colors, and flew a new flag to change. Sure, most of it, compared to modern Dominion tech, was rubbish, but the C-10's they had found were not. And considering how the Raiders and Ansgar had met, well, that was a story for another day. But, needless to say, the C-10 he still carried had saved his life.
Once they arrived on scene, Ansgar was, entertainingly, the first out of the shuttle and his boots hit the ground, knees bending to absorb the impact as he swept the area, looking for any sort of trouble. Nothing, small miracle there, and he cracked his neck while the rest of the squad got boots on the ground. The Marshall made sure his hat was in place before they started moving, nothing to say to the group as he ignored the sand that was blowing all over the place. Reminded him of home, really, but he kept idle thoughts down as they marched. He had to use a visor to match the HUD that the armored folks had, but that wasn't a big deal. Kept the sand out of his eyes anyways, which was the main concern in this sort of situation. When they reached their positions, and orders were given to mark targets, Ansgar tagged one of the guards that were above the other two, closer of the two mind up above mind you. He trusted his C-10 over any of the Marine C-14's for that kind of work. Sure, he didn't have any fancy optics, but he was a better shot than folks tended to give him credit for. Besides, those 25mm explosive rounds tended to make short work of a most folks he had to take a shot at. And he knew for a fact it could put down Marines in one well placed shot to the visor. Considering the guards were not overly mobile?
He was locked on target real quick like, aim steady and waiting for the order to fire, and gave Solares a confirmation of such. And included his nickname for the woman, it was a habit, everyone had nicknames, those that dealt with Ansgar for long enough at any rate. "Ready to rock, Sunshine, give the go ahead."
Working on a post now, never fear @Andromedai.
Looking forward to seeing Reinhardt, personally. That's just me though, to be honest.
<Snipped quote by Monster>
76: EAT YOUR DAMN VEGATABLES REAPFIELD!
Reapfield: WHY DON'T I EAT YOUR SOUL OF THE DAMNED?
The Real Reason that 76 and Reaper don't like each other.
Ansgar also is fully open, since he is listed. Also, reading through the characters, I'm digging just how all over the place they are, really.
Name:
Ansgar Staudinger
Appearance:
Age:
41
Sex:
Male
Class:
Colonial Marshall
Equipment
C10 Canister Rifle
Custom Slugthrower Sidearm
Balisong
Personality:
Ansgar is a strange man, by all accounts, doubly so considering his status as a Marshall. He is one to waive the rules and regulations if it means getting a job done properly, often times sweeping things under the rug or otherwise overlooking things that, while by all accounts illegal, certainly are better than the alternative. This makes him quite the target for hard liners, which lead to his colonial posting to get him farther away from anywhere he could make progress. Ansgar is never perturbed by this at all, rather, as long as he can keep getting things done, that is all he is concerned about. The perfect definition of a pragmatic soul, if its something he can do, and it will accomplish his goal, he will do it without a second thought. Nor will he feel bad about it later, after all, he is doing what he has to, and that is all there is to it. Even though this puts him at odds with hard line soldiers who follow orders to the letter, and idealists who would follow the rules and expect things to still work out well.
Ansgar Staudinger
Appearance:
Age:
41
Sex:
Male
Class:
Colonial Marshall
Equipment
C10 Canister Rifle
Custom Slugthrower Sidearm
Balisong
Personality:
Ansgar is a strange man, by all accounts, doubly so considering his status as a Marshall. He is one to waive the rules and regulations if it means getting a job done properly, often times sweeping things under the rug or otherwise overlooking things that, while by all accounts illegal, certainly are better than the alternative. This makes him quite the target for hard liners, which lead to his colonial posting to get him farther away from anywhere he could make progress. Ansgar is never perturbed by this at all, rather, as long as he can keep getting things done, that is all he is concerned about. The perfect definition of a pragmatic soul, if its something he can do, and it will accomplish his goal, he will do it without a second thought. Nor will he feel bad about it later, after all, he is doing what he has to, and that is all there is to it. Even though this puts him at odds with hard line soldiers who follow orders to the letter, and idealists who would follow the rules and expect things to still work out well.
Well, look at that, the OOC is up. Groovy, its CS time.
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