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@VulkanShe's like Marcus..except y'know...better. And not a unoriginal character XD

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@AgathonMmhmm....if it is just Falcon, then it is the Character of Interest.

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It was a matter of luck that he had heard back from Flightless Duck. He'd been sent on a small mission with Falcon only days ago, and had spent hours upon hours worrying the shit out of William. The man had a plan, and spent hours upon hours of his combat deployment intercepting many intelligence files linking to a slight increase of PFs located within the Afghanistan lands. In all seriousness, only William knew about Falcon's deployment within Afghanistan, as no one else were to be sent there. There wasn't really a reason to be sent into such a country with no reasoning. The only thing there were PFs trigger happy on civilians and National Militarised Units. What a strange world, for what was claimed to be an age of piece. Once the plot of Cypher had been stopped brutally by the forces of the Diamond Dogs, it was almost certain that nothing was ever going to be repeated on such a large Operational Scale. Having served within the Old Diamond Dogs hunting down rogue members of Cypher planning on reuniting their forces, William had seen a lot to do with this. He may of played a small part, but any part was good enough to actually make a difference, having two Officer's heads on his list. Those were ticked off, yes, and that gave him a respected place on the Newer DD Base. The mountainous region, built into and outside of the rural lands, felt rather beautiful. There were cautionary procedures where any nearby settlers had to be evicted or recruited in order to protect their secrecy, and it wasn't exactly as secluded as the location of Mother Base. Father Base was an all-time success, however. It was defended, it was stocked...it was advanced. As William thought about his home, the radio beside his sleeping furniture buzzed. He sat up slowly, slipping it into his grasp.

"This...This is Vigilant Sparrow, message send, over?" He sat patiently, waiting for the cackled response to inevitably come through. As the sender had pressed his PTT button down, the sound of buzzing engines cracked through the speakers.

"Will'...How is it?" A nerved grin slipped onto William's face. Looks like he was back sooner and safer than he had anticipated. "I'll be back within 5 minutes, we are just circling Father Base's location. Seriously...I think Falcon is a rather nice guy! You should drink with him sometime."

"I don't drink..." He reminded his comrade.

"Pfft...doesn't stop you at all. Anyway, I'll be off on my way. I'll meet you whenever I can get some showering done, that is a must do-first priority. You know that shit, right?" Nodding and sending his acknowledgement, his semi-friend silenced his radio. It wasn't as much of a friend, but more of his mentor. He says mentor as if it were true, but he was the Squad Leader of Memphis 5-3-5, a small assault team that were based on Mother Base. As of his knowledge, that group were disbanded now after a tragic battle scenario that had left the team crumbled. Back on Father Base, he was like a friend. His only relationship with William was of his superior, though rank wasn't ever really an issue with the Diamond Dogs. The only true friend he had was still on the field...he was still on the field. Garret asked him to go there...but...why?

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@AgathonHere's the problem. That guy has been a dick to me for being in the Air Cadets for at least four years now, and I have no clue whether I need to be emotionally upset about it. I mean, yes it is tragic and it isn't a way you need to get injured, but still...I am such a horrible person.

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Before I post, I apologise for my short post again. Turns out someone from my Form Group has been hit by a train and is in an Artificial Coma whilst he recovers...gotta love this world.

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Sorry that the post is short and crappy, I just wanted to get it started whilst I was rushed so you can start your interaction. There is a grace period between the announcement so you can set your setting, socialise a little bit, return from missions and stuff...just as long as you interact with one another, or even other characters you create, that'd be perfect! I want character development!

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Introduction

He listened carefully to the message, constantly asking for it to be repeated. Every single recorded note had to be analysed, for clues to what he might be on about. Pirate Gull's espionage was a sure failure that brought alight news of a lifetime. A lifetime of gunfire and killing, death and total annihilation. This was a cruel world, and for someone leading the role of keeping as much peace through acts of violence, this was not a good situation. He listened again and again. The cry for help...the Sounds of grinding and the images that were sent in of both the dead team and their finding. This was it. They had taken a step forward. Intelligence showed that it was indeed them seizing power in secret Afghanistan facilities, hoping to eradicate their idea of evil off of the face of the Earth. These men, women and children they were up against, had all the gear they needed. And now, it was a matter of time before it was unleashed. The world was in awe, and only the highest authorities of the Diamond Dogs knew about this...Garret played it back again, studying the blurred image he received. Chatter amongst his highest Intelligence Branch made him wonder, as he slipped on a pair of aviation glasses. He turned to Howardson to his left...

"In 15 minutes, call a meeting to Hall 9...we need to get the message across!" He commanded. Howardson looked at him, questioning his order.

"What exactly do I tell them we are up against?"

"You tell them, when the message is sent, that we meet there...I'll explain everything..." As Howardson nodded, moving away to prepare for the 15-20 minute delay before announcing the meeting, he turned to the image on the table. "Well fuck me...I never thought I'd see the day when something like this would pop up...looks like we are going to need some more preparation...I'm not letting us lose to a Metal Gear!"

Imperfect World (New Players Always Welcome!)

Marcus was sat in his cold and desolate room. The lights were on, and the almost pure glisten of white had nearly blinded him several times upon awakening. He shook. There was barely any coldness within the room, but his sense of fear and disparate plans of escape made him cold hearted. He wanted to escape now, but he couldn't. His armour was sitting right in front of him, and he could slip himself into it for just the pure comfort of knowing that it served a little bit of protection from any interrogator that was inevitably going to come in and punch the shit out of him. Rosa had no idea what they were still doing to him, as she thought of him being a regular trooper gone missing. It had been a while since the two had actually met, though it wasn't in Marcus' memories. She assisted him many times during his first years...it was probably the first and only person that Marcus could call a friend...something he never ever had done, minus the three shot on the rooftops.

"Marcus...I want you to do as I say..." A speaker bellowed. "Do I have your attention?" Marcus looked upwards towards a simple camera, nodding to himself and to it. "Excellent. I just want to see how you get into your...suit? It wouldn't take long and I'm sure that it wouldn't be a hassle." As Marcus walked up to the Exo-Skeletal structure of metal and machinery, he hesitated in nerves. He was allowing them to try and get an idea on how it worked, when in reality he was giving them tests that wouldn't get them anywhere. This was getting them nowhere...and he was getting nowhere too. The little chest piece opened as he pulled a small part, allowing him to step inside. Fitting the shoulder pieces on was child's play, as he allowed his arms to be entaken by the exo-skeleton. He felt more safe now...he was within his suit of little protection. "Hmm...interesting...Alright Marcus, thank you! I'll get back to you later after we change our security guards. Dismissed!" The buzzer clicked off. He grinned slightly as a one-way screen acting as a window showed the outer city. Obviously they couldn't use glass, but a screen was good enough to capture the small beauty of the world as he knew it. He aimed his outside camera downwards, seeing the 33 stories below him, himself being on the 34th. He noticed how the three Department towers made a spire around the central garden in the, you fucking guessed it, centre of the area. A thought swished through his mind as he thought if there was any hope of him even exiting this building without it being a mission. The large hall of tribute was outside his door and corridor, so it was clearly suicide to run straight through there without any weapons...

[AoT 1x1] - 'Grim Tales'

Grant lifted his strained head, looking bleakly at her. Before he could answer, he reached out for the minute crate beside him. He wrapped his large fingers around the top grasp of the glass bottle, lifting the beverage with ease. He would eye the bottle, making sure the Cork was stuck in tightly to avoid spillage. The eyes pried around the labels, the embroilment within the glass. Though it wasn't ice cold, the conditions of the weather and building had kept it somewhat cool. It was strange that he was used to the shivering sensations, so much that it seemed like he had built an immunity against the freezing temperatures. Obviously that wasn't true, but it did always make him wonder...

"T-take this...drink slowly a-and...don't chug it. You get a better taste when it barely flows out in great mass." He rolled it over slowly, then taking a moment to eye it as it rolled to her feet. He looked away awkwardly, trying not to bring up anything that might lead to either one of them out-bursting into anger, destroying his beloved building. A hint of trouble struck his mind. "You've committed a serious offence...rampaging through the Eastern districts...killing more than I have...yet you still are used by the Survey Corps as a tool and allowed to re-enter for food and gas...this world...odd...Captain Ryu told me that before his passing..." He dared mention. Though Ryu was someone who trained with Grant and Yuri, he was a well respected Captain eventually of the Western Survey Corps, later moving to the Eastern like Grant himself. Ryu told Grant about Hope in a secret meeting...which lead to how he knew who she was.

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The first post is on it's way!