Guess Who

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So Zevran's approval when not trying to romance him.

Or Morrigan at times.

@Onarax

I frickin' love Dragon Age: Origins!

Lasers and Losers

The heads-up-display on John's helmet glowed with the information that Winston had sent him and the others. An escort job. Why does it always have to be an escort job? Assaults and assassinations are almost always fun, but escorts are usually annoying. Ah well, let's get this over with. John followed Winston to the VIP's location, though it didn't take long before they were close enough to just follow the sound of gunfire.

Once the small group of mercs, robots, and aliens had reached their destination, John quickly slid behind cover. With a press of a button, his helmet highlighted all six of the same hostiles Winston had spotted. This guy hired nine mercs, one of them being myself, to protect himself from six obviously very untrained thugs. I'd say this is overkill if it wasn't for the fact that I'm sure there'll be more on their way now that we're here. He turned to Winston as the pilot explained the plan. "Sounds good to me," John replied with a nod.

As soon as Winston gave the word, John vaulted over the hood of the car that he had been crouching behind, making a straight beeline toward Mr. Graton. Unholstering his two handguns, John started taking pot shots at the three men farthest away, keeping them from getting a lucky shot on the gray coat-wearing man. "Harrison Graton, pleased to meet you. My name's Killshot and the people here with me that are not shooting at your ass are here to rescue you." A bullet whizzed by John's head from the direction of the rooftops. Apparently the guy that Winston's been suppressing has been getting a bit impatient. He'll need to be dealt with. "Be right back."

John began sprinting toward the two story building that the thug was camped up on. Latching onto a pipe leading up the side of the building, he quickly climbed up. A normal person would begin to slide back down, especially with the rain soaking it and him, but with the press of another button the boots of his armor were magnetized to the metal pipe. Bullets ricocheted around him, a couple of them even him though they harmlessly bounced off, but he made it to the top before any real damage could be done. As soon as Winston stopped firing to reload, John jumped on the roof with the shooter, quickly grabbing his arm and breaking it with a single quick motion. Then, he threw the thug off the side of the building, head first. No way was he going to survive that fall.

Looking off into the distance, John eyed the three thugs left and reached for a grenade. With a second thought, he replaced back in the pouch. These guys aren't worth the money to buy a replacement grenade. He pulled his machete out and scratched another tally mark onto his armor before shouting to his teammates below. "Guy on the rooftop's taken care of! Now move the VIP away from the fire zone before he finds himself with a new bullet facial piercing!"

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"Well, thanks anyway, Oswald," Robert said in reply to Oswald's comment about offering clothes. Oswald's mention of Shiro though reminded Robert about his talk with Abel yesterday. He was still very interested in meeting the ferret that Team SASG had adopted as a pet. "Speaking of Shiro, you wo-" he began, before he heard the sound of his name again. This time it was from the leader of Team SASG herself, Sapphire. She'd probably know more about Shiro and Scoot's location then Oswald would, so Robert decided to reply to her comment first before asking her instead.

"Hey Sapphire," he greeted. "Nice to meet a fellow team leader. Abel's told me a bit about you." Robert looked down at the towel wrapped around his waist as he started his next sentence before looking back to Sapphire. "As I had just told Oswald, the towel isn't much of a choice, more of a, uh, necessary, um... Basically I got locked out of my room and this was all I was wearing." He finished with a shrug, trying to make them think that he didn't care that everyone was staring and laughing at him. Experience taught him that teasing would only increase if they could tell that you were affected by it. "Anyway, Abel also told me about your team new mascot. I've been meaning to go see it, but haven't gotten the chance. You know where he is?"

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<Snipped quote by Guess Who>

"Unlucky"

More like absent minded. :P

@Scarifar

*shrug* Eh. I say tomayto, you say tomahto.

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Robert Fallson - Beacon Academy

Robert continued his casual walk through the hallways of Beacon, trying his hardest not to show how much he hated everyone staring at him and laughing. He never felt comfortable being the center of attention, especially when he's half-naked. It wasn't really stage fright or anything. He wasn't that he was afraid he'd mess up. It just made him feel uncomfortable having so many eyes on him. Robert searched his mind to put a word to this feeling or at least explain it to himself better, but his train of thought was suddenly derailed by the sound of another student's voice addressing Robert directly.

Finally, someone decided to approach him instead of just avoiding the strange student. "Huh? Oh, uh, no, not really. Got locked out of my room and I can't get back inside. And as you can see, I didn't exactly... dress properly for being out in public," Robert replied. "You're, uh, Oswald right? From Team MODA? Think I remember seeing you and your teammates after the entrance test-thing. So how's your day going? Probably better than mine."

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Oh god Guess you...I....oh man.

@MULTI_MEDIA_MAN

Did I forget to mention that Robert is a bit unlucky?

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John looked down at the Sorvath in contemplation as her owner replied with a very criptic response. To pet or not to pet. His hand moved out from it's position behind his head and he began to reach towards Taz, ready to scratch the dog-like creature's chest. The owner then suddenly tapped her pet with her foot, rolling animal over on it's side, and obscuring John's targeted petting spot. Ah well, probably would have bit my hand off anyway. He looked up as everyone began to rise from their seats and head for the door. "Time to get down to business then," he said as he followed.

Once reaching the door, John opened it and propped his foot in front of it to keep it from closing, holding it open to allow everyone else in the bar to get outside. Of course, by doing this, he was getting absolutely drenched in the rain. His body armor was sealed tight though, and if it came to it, would allow him to survive in the vacuum of space for almost an hour. More if he was able to control his breathing. There's no way a bit of rain could possibly soak through and get him wet. He turned to his employer as he continued to hold the door open. "So how 'bout a few details about the job before we run in blindly?" he asked Winston.

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Robert Fallson - RPGD's Dorm

Robert stepped out of the bathroom of his team's dorm, warm steam fallowing him out. He always liked to take a warm shower in the morning to wake himself up. "Alright, today's the day. Time to get to know more people. Get past my nervous behavior and talk to someone that isn't on my team. Make more friends. I'm going to do it," he assured himself as he walked out of the room. Robert looked around the dorm's hallway, trying to find someone nice to talk to. Every person he saw though just looked at him either in surprise or just started snickering. Why were they doing that? Did he forget something like to wash some shampoo out of his hair? He touched his hair with his hand to be sure. It was a bit damp, but nothing out of the usual. So what were they laughing at?

The hunter-in-training made sure the towel around his waist was secure, and that was when it finally hit him. He looked down in shock as he realized that he had left all of his stuff in the room, the only thing he was wearing was a towel. He rushed for the doorknob, but it was locked tight. His key, his scroll, his weapons, and his clothes were all locked inside. Robert began to pound on the door. He hadn't checked on his teammates before he left though, so for all he knew they all left hours ago. "Well, this is a fine mess I've gotten myself into," he thought aloud. Having no idea what to do now, Robert walked away and began exploring the school wearing nothing but his towel. "This'll certainly be an interesting conversation starter at least."

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John stepped out of the interstellar transport that had taken him to Hisho's Market, still wearing all of his combat armor. He turned to the pilot and transferred over several credits to the man's account. "Well this is my stop. Thank you for the ride," he said before walking in the direction of The Tipsy Sewer. Lovely name for a bar. Before he could enter the building though, the neon sign that rested on top of the building was soon blocked by a group of seven thugs.

"Hey, you're that Killshot guy," one of them, obviously the leader, said. He soon held up a PDA to the mercenary displaying John's picture, with his helmet on, as well as the words, "1,000,000 CREDITS / DEAD OR ALIVE!"

John rose his arms above his head and replied, "You got me. What do you want? An autograph?"

The thug sneered. "Try your head!" he shouted as he quickly grabbed for his sidearm. John was quicker though, grabbing his machete, he used the blade to sever the thug's right hand clean off. He dropped to the ground, clutching at the missing limb, while his six buddies all began to reach for their own firearms. John threw the machete at the thug grabbing for a shotgun, the blade sinking into the man's throat, before quickly grabbing for his two guns that sat holstered to his sides. He pulled the trigger on both guns, dropping the two that stood on the outside of the group. He did this again with the next two, before aiming for the final thug.

Realizing his chances of survival were slim if he tried to fight, the last thug dropped his gun and began to run. After holstering his pistols, John slowly walked towards his blade and retrieved it from the corpse that it had stabbed. He held it up to his arm and carved five tally-marks into his armor. John looked down at the last remaining thug, the leader. "You should really get that looked at. Looks like a pretty bad cut," he said before continuing towards The Tipsy Sewer.

The first thought that John had as he entered the building was how glad he was that his helmet provided him his own oxygen, a dive bar like this would smell absolutely awful. Though, he had smelled worse before. Compared to some of the stuff he'd seen in his long career as a gun for hire, this place was a paradise. He searched the bar for any familiar faces, but the only one he found was his new employer, Winston Valos. They could just not very widely known, but I still hope I'm not the only professional taking this assignment. Babysitting, especially amateurs that think they can help, is one of the worst jobs to take. He gave his teammates a second look over before coming to a final decision. Hmm, they seem to look experienced enough. Not to shabby at all.

John decided to finally take a seat among the small band of adventurers, deciding to sit next to the woman who brought the sleeping Sorvath. He used a nearby, unoccupied table to rest his feet on before giving a half-salute in Winston's direction. "Killshot reporting for duty, sir." The merc gave another look at the Sorvath that lay on the floor, then looked to the owner of the mighty beast. "Mind if I pet her? Or is she not very friendly with strangers?"

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I know we dropped the topic of patriotism a while ago, but I just wanted to tell this small story. When I was vacationing in Germany that one time, my mom was at a bar and met these three guys and started talking to them. At some point, one of them just randomly apologized for everything Germany did during WWII. Then a series of apologies came from the rest of the bar. She spent the rest of the night trying to convince them that most people don't give that much thought nowadays.

EDIT: Also @Lugubrious, what's going on with the interaction between RPGD and half of SASG in the infirmary now that we've time skipped? Robert asked Abel if he could show him Scoots and he never replied.