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2 yrs ago
Current Introducing Laser Kiwi 2.0, now with 50% less flakiness
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If you're reading this, you just lost The Game
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3 yrs ago
Cronus disease sounds like something you'd get by eating your own children
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3 yrs ago
I will lie here forever and sing to you all the things I stopped myself from saying while we were alive. - Neil Hilborn
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3 yrs ago
Had a lot of stuff on my plate lately. Should be more active in a day or two!
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Call me Laser. I run on NZDT and Wellington coffee.

Actually, that's a lie, I don't run at all if I can help it.

Always keen for new RPs, books, music, recipes, and conversation. I'm occasionally funny and will tell you the same 7 stories over and over - what else do you need from a friend?

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One of the best lines I've read. :) This defines the discipline of a soldier. It does not matter what you think or know personally, as long as you get the mission done. Love it!


Thanks dude :) I figure in a squad full of independent, critical thinkers, it would be a nice contrast to play a character who, well, isn't. She might still be figuring out who she is, but she knows exactly what she is.
"What do we need watered down around here?" Tylar joked as she handed Mazi the glass. It was a flippant comment, but wrapped around an important nugget of truth. Raven Squad doesn't pull their punches, literally or metaphorically. From the little tiff over music earlier to Skye's heartfelt music, the unit had a freedom of expression rarely seen in such a highly militarized environment. It was something Tylar was still getting used to, after so many years of intentionally holding herself back, tempering her personality to fit within the confines of her previous life.

That was how she thought about it. There was her civilian life, something she missed not at all, and her life with her brothers. That had its fair share of nostalgia, but more for the untimely loss than any deep happiness found there. As odd as it seemed, this was probably the highlight of her life, and Tylar tried her best to appreciate that as she poured more drinks and even tried a bite or two of new foods, chatting and laughing with her teammates as they relaxed.

Despite several drinks, her massive size and quick metabolism meant she was only very slightly tipsy when Skye announced their next job, and by the time she finished jogging back to her quarters to grab some new clothing she was starting to sober up. What the mission was didn't matter much to her - the technical details of data storage were Greek to her, and even if someone took the time to explain she wouldn't care. Maybe some of it was being a good soldier, but a lot of it was just straight up not giving a damn. Someone else much smarter and more informed than her could decide who were the good guys and the bad guys, come up with a battle plan, all that jazz. All she needed to know was how much damage she could do.

And on an op like this, it sounded like her favorite answer: all of it.

But first, skincare. Bubblegum-scented micellar water removed her previous lightweight gel moisturizer, and she replaced it with a light layer of rose hip oil followed by an intense hemp night cream that would keep her skin from getting dried out by the cold, thin mountain air. Similarly, she picked out warm thermal leggings and a skintight turtleneck athletic-style shirt, both in pure white. Her exosuit was more than capable of keeping her warm and the filter would warm the air somewhat before she breathed it, but the suit wasn't exactly comfortable and she didn't plan in lounging around in it after the job, so she packed a big puffer jacket and a pair of Uggs into a vacuum bag and shrank them down to fit in her kit.

Jogging into the armory in her cozy winter socks, Tylar takes her place next to Oliver and Laura, the last to arrive but also the quickest to prepare. Her suit isn't quite as straightforward as his, requiring a bit more wiggling and tugging to get the flexible ceramics around some of her, to put it gently, less streamlined anatomical features, but not nearly so much wriggling and jiggling as Laura. Despite herself the pink-haired heavy can't help but stare a little, enthralled by the way her teammate moves. If only she had that kind of confidence in her body. Then again, if her body looked like that...

Brushing those thoughts aside, Tylar busied herself getting Thomoas ready. It was always a little tricky getting the cords plugged in, but once he was fully connected she spun up the accelerator to make sure everything was in working order. Without any rounds in it, obviously. The telltale whine of the electromagnets brought a smile to her face that she covered quickly with her helmet, stowing the railgun over her shoulder as she grabbed the rest of her kit. Though she would likely be in Thunder Configuration for the entire op, she still packed fairly light, just a small bag with lifesaving essentials, her sidearm James, and a few grenades for good measure. Oliver would be far better supplied than her for the job, but there was always the possibility of getting separated, and a few grenades could help fix that in the right circumstances.

She lingered looking at her drone for a minute, but Skye hadn't mentioned it and it sounded like most of the op would be indoors, so she just kept walking. She would have offered to help the others carry their things, but from experience she knew that they were more than capable of handling loads that would crush a smaller person. "Thirteen locked and loaded," she confirmed as she heard the others report in.

Falling into position beside the German giantess, she couldn't help but give her a concerned look at the suggestion to just aim for a person. "Have you ever actually had to do that, break your fall with a hostile?" Tylar asked, trying to sound more curious than alarmed. She did not succeed.
As the others trickled into the room Tylar was content to sit back with her plate, listening more than she spoke and watching more than she was watched. It was a luxury for her, to blend into the background like this, and even after so long in Raven Squad she still treasured it. She wasn't like the others, but that was fine - all of them were unique, most stood out in their own ways, and because of that none of them did. It reminded her of a collage she had seen once in a museum, which she could never quite recall the name of, which consisted mainly of gaudy costume jewelry and plastic gemstones. Each individual item was loud, eye-catching, but all put together it was hard to pick out where one piece ended and another began. Individual flaws were difficult to discern, as were individual styles, all superseded by the effect of the whole.

It was that artwork that had finally helped her understand the meaning of a team, and she had seen it on a school field trip, a thousand miles away from the facility where her brothers had been training as a team without her.

Shaking her head as though she could physically shake off the bad memories, Tylar leaned forward, trying her best to live more in the moment and less in the past. And right now the moment included both cheese and peanut butter, which made it a pretty darn good moment in her book. With a little smile at Skye, a silent thank you for taking the time to share a bit about the song with her, she tucked back in to her supper. The selection of cold nibbles suited her well, as did the white wine, which was gone before she knew it. The offer of whisky perked her ears right up.

"I'll drink to a job well done," She agreed readily, setting her plate aside so she could pour herself a cup. With a flourish she rolled the cup down her arm, giving the bottle a spin before pouring a neat two fingers. Her time as a bartender had been well-spent, and she knew most of the common tricks of the trade. Seeing that Skye still had plenty, she turned instead to the rest of the room, keen to get more cups in more hands. Her eyes rested first on the two ladies on the couch. "Su-Cheong, nice to see you letting loose a little," She commented as she tossed the bottle, this time managing three flips before she caught it, already at the perfect angle for a quick pour. "Remind me, do you take it on the rocks? And Mazi - you like it neat, right?"
Tylar's face was still shiny with unabsorbed face cream when she breezed into the rec room, lightweight house dress swishing around her long legs. The loose-fitting pink lace was gathered at her waist, ending halfway down her massive thighs, and was gloriously breathable after a few hours in her exosuit. Fresh out of a cold shower and feeling absolutely starved, she waved to Skye without slowing her pace, approaching the fridge like a lioness on a hunt.

There was usually a good stock of quality snacks, and today was no exception. She removed an armful of containers, building herself a plate stacked high with cold roast chicken, raw broccoli and baby carrots, cubed cheese, grapes, mandarins, apple slices, peanut butter, salami, and a generous dollop of ranch dressing. She paired the plate with a comically oversized cup of ice water and a normal sized cup of chilled white wine, tiny in her large hands as she took her feast over to one of the couches.

Nibbling at her plate, she relaxed into the cushions as Skye played, letting the music and the food relax her. Or maybe that was the wine. In either case, by the time the song finished she was feeling pretty good. "What were you playing, boss?" She asked the redhead, a small smile on her lips. "It's pretty." Her voice was deep but feminine, not as husky or mature as you might expect in a person of her size but youthful despite her years, like she'd never quite found her voice as a woman and still spoke much the same way she had as a teenager.
Likes & Dislikes are up; minor edits may be incoming but that's a reasonably final draft. :) I'm so excited for this!
I'd be interested in taking the female heavy, if available!
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