Hawlin

Nightmares

Ah nawh, its still at least 2 paragraphs.
In reality, its more about what you convey then what you say. Heh, I actually have more to post about with your "short and pathetic" post then I did with the two others, before.

Nightmares

So, its not that bad of a post...is it?

Nightmares

I watched him writhe, poorly hiding it from me. To cause that level of reverberation, someone should be fired. Who would expect a nightmare to fight in such pitiful condition?
I play off like I didn't notice him put a dent into the wall from retaliation against the sound, alone; throw cars, hear someone blink in the next room over...it sounded like a raw deal after reciting it in my head, but what could 'enough' of a brain and a heart do? For the knight's sake, I pretended I didn't notice his outburst as I drew in a long sigh of what the nanites and receptors told my senses was watermelon as he replied. I figured, his words and an expertly-timed sigh wouldn't make much difference by how he had wavered. Still, I figured I should at least be polite.

"Ha.....Ja-...ehrm, Kass...Kass will do..." I quietly go on with the indecision laden in my tone, watching him before muttering "Kaz, if you can..." as the wall gave way to a window overlooking the training area. Soldiers who had already been about their doings seemed to be gathering around another figure who suddenly felt familiar as a surge of a signal on distress links tagged him on my hug in a dull gold.

The entire corps couldn't be made out of nightmares...I could associate it all to 'jealousy', but I guess it was something other than that which made the members of the mob pulse with a dull crimson hue. It was apparently beyond anything that could be explained; Sir Kincaid was the first to step out and I dropped my bags with him as I stuffed my hands into my pockets. I suppose I would be more threatening if I had more than a hooded coat and stockings to work with, but I guess it was the lack of knocking which molded the real image.

I exhale deeply as I approach, feeding back into the mask and blowing a thick pink steam from the mask as I took my place next to my 'N3 in need'. "Lest your mind, which had been taken by the faith, rejects; we are of the same team..." I bark with challenge in my tone, folding my arms behind my back as I take an authoritative stance. I was loath to get into a speech about how I had once been in their shoes, it seemed pandering and inappropriate in diffusing the situation. "The Word grows louder by the moment, and here you sit yelling amongst yourselves" My words extended to the total, unsure how much my squadmate had contributed to the rabble-rousery. I wasn't a veteran anything; a guardsman-turned nightmare, I was capable of both, though proficient with neither. All I had was a fistful of experience with dying and a year of physical therapy and combat reassessment. The feeling returned as I looked out at the small crowd of 'norms'; their eyes, judging and peeling us apart with the slightest of glance. No clue what even makes me speak...they hate it, they don't understand it...maybe they want it? If only they knew what it costs.

The safest solution would be to distance ourselves. I didn't have much to say about or to the soldiers, I wouldn't tell them how to think or how anyone should see them. I just wanted the looks to stop; I'm not a female soldier. Yes I am up to the task, the frame was made that way...no...its the only version that synced. Yes I know that...no-I...!?

People...

Nightmares

I notice its usually down 2-5 times a day for around 5-30 minutes.
Anyway, back to it >_<

Nightmares

I'm so sorry. Connection to the server has been weird and I have to finish retyping the post. >_<

Nightmares

I can have something up by tomorrow.
Sry for the delay; tis the season.

Nightmares

Green, dim outline...green, dim outline...teal, light outline; Got somewhere you need to be? The monorail only goes so fast, sir.
The man shifted his weight between his legs as they frequently glanced at their watch. The lighter outline highlighted the inconsistency in the crowd, the slight blue tinge hinting to mild stress. Slowly, the highlight faded as members of the crowd also took on slight blue hues, more so than the first man. With a blink, color returned to the world and we were pulling up to the station. The figures of the crowd rapidly gaining features as the vision settings resumed rendering in standard mode; many of them were stealing glances at me as it donned on me that I had been staring, again, putting the congregation at unease. As far as Nightmares went, I wasn't that imposing. However, the mask from which the light pink wisps of hydrogen byproduct from the tank of flavored coolant I had been enjoying during the ride sometime put people off. Gas masks tend to carry the connotation of danger of a rather unsettling type and I didn't really need it, but the coolant boosters help me relax. I'm not a fan of crowds...or people for that matter. Especially when they look at me like that...
Gawd I needed this redeployment.

Redeployment...

I couldn't get off of the monorail fast enough, toting my bags over my shoulders. Their combined weight would have been staggering for me before the incident. Now? I could juggle this shit if I wasn't personally invested in maintaining the functioning and in-tact qualities of their contents that I had come to like about them so very very much.

The idea of a base operating out of a dead volcano was fascinating. "Geos Vulpes"
It was already a fortress in concept, and to be loaded with Nightmares to boot? It astonished me how the war wasn't already over, but I suppose an idea like the faith is a tricky thing to stomp out, especially when the verminous faithful breed like bacteria.

There may never be a shortage of the mind-slaves that make up the body of this Ouroboros serpent which holds the world in its grip.

Hrm...

Gawd I love watermelon...
"...Good gawd, Kass! He was just a kid!"
"I know"
"Kids shouldn't die like that..."
"......I know."

I shook my head of the voices, the onboard assistance trying to simulate my thoughts as I thought of my first day back in the field. It had a knife...and surprisingly fragile limbs.
I thoughtfully look down at my free hand while riding the walkway. It was strange to be detached from sensations beyond diagnostic readouts. It made me a bit more thankful for the work put into my new tongue. I miss bubblegum, but taking a deep breath reassures me that I'll survive.
I stop the door to the elevator to the barracks with a leg, the steel doors clicking with a metallic hollowness on my shell before letting me in. Silently, I take my place next to the only other passenger. Before I could reach the pannel, I noticed the button to the floor of my destination had already been pressed; the man may very well be a member of the squad. He seemed agitated, though. Perhaps in some sort of discomfort from new augments? It happened enough to be expected; I've been there too...maybe not wherever he was, but relearning to function on the very basic level wasn't the best, either.
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The soft 'Kehhshhh...' of each of Jack's breaths, accompanied by small boiling sounds from inside their chest and the operation of the elevator were all the noise other than what Cade made. The doll-looking passable android stood otherwise motionless, perfectly balanced in their stance with the large bags still hoisted over their shoulder. The sound Jack made cut out for a few seconds before they broke the silence with a muffled, "N3?"

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sheeplon said
Accepted! Hawlin, just get to it whenever. I'll look over it again every so often but I don't think I'll see the need to change anything.

Better. It was just sloppy-looking.

Nightmares

Forgot to be more descriptive about the cybernetics or mention their accent :/
Also, it wouldn't be too late to edit my role to add a bit more diversity to the team.

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I keep forgetting to fix it, though >_<