ManoftheNorth

Times Have Changed, Camp Doesn't

*Ares CS and Hephaestus Camper CS on their way.*

Oh, it is good to be able to write again, been trying to get past writers bock and family matters.

Times Have Changed, Camp Doesn't

"Not Again." Adam reiterated once more, as he began to move the finished food over to the table. He laid out plate after plate of good'ole'fashioned home cooked food. The first few plates contained fried chicken, seasoned to hold a warm, but not overly-spicy heat, while the second and third plates held biscuits and mashed potatoes. The biscuits had been cooked with diced bits of bacon inside and the mashed potatoes had chives, garlic, and of course butter already mixed in, with a gravy bowl filled with the brown-est of gravies. Then a few other plates were moved in, carrying baked potatoes, a half of a loaf of fresh baked bread, and then the last plate held broccoli, steamed vegetables, and an assortment of condiments and additives for individual tastes. "Not again, is a long story. It is also a bad one, to some degrees. It is certainly something better left mentioned after we eat. No need to ruin a good meal with ill words, am I right?" He gestured as he took a seat with them and smiled once again gesturing for them to took some fo the food and put it on the plates he set out for them. "Dig in, home cooked, redneck meals beat that frutiy-putootie crap any day of the week."

Blackout 2030

Allen was really thinking on this, he listened to all of the great ideas, and he was sure it was one of theirs that would be used, but he did have his own tid-bit of logic to throw into the fire of this forge. He let the group finish it's current words before speaking up, with his AR open for Alan as well. He turned, to ensure he was facing the entirety of the group before continuing with his actual words.

"That is actually a really good idea, but I think we can utilize that aspect, for the whole team. We have been blending into society for ages now, without no one but ourselves knowing who we are, and what we do. I believe our whole team could get into the tower. If we provided the notion that we had no food, and no water, but were willing to work or do what ever we needed to do to earn our keep, our whole team could essentially, and falsely, fill the role of a series of civilians inside the tower. This would allow us to all get to work doing our jobs from the inside, scoping it out, setting it up, mapping it all about, and planning ahead from the inside-out. I am going to sound cheesy, but it is true. You keep your friends close, and your enemies closer."

Crossroads of Astas [High Fantasy]

*Prepares 4x4x2 of defense.* None shall poke me! In all seriousness though, I have been writing on a post, but last night my mother nearly had a heart attack, and we had to take my Boxer to the Vet this morning. I am just now getting back home, and back to my writing.

Crossroads of Astas [High Fantasy]

Well, Ursa, I hope you and your brother get we soon.

Also, everyone, I am writing more on my post and it should be up tonight. ^.^

Crossroads of Astas [High Fantasy]

Eriil might just possible pull a series of slight interactions in various places to various characters, before seemingly vanishing in Vekia's alluring hordes once more. Such mystery, very suspense, much wow. XD(Tis only a possibility.)

Crossroads of Astas [High Fantasy]

Actually that is untrue Chukkle.(Primarily myself, and entirely only referring to myself in the to-come section of this post,)Some of us have been swamped in errands, work, family matters, relationship matters, more work, extra errands, minimal free-time maintenance, and then more family matters.

I am about to begin writing a post for Eriil, where it will lead, who will become involved, an what will transpire is yet to be known, but it will be long, fun(most likely in a gory or vile manner), and it will be coming soon.

Crossroads of Astas [High Fantasy]

This seems like a one-sided effort issue. Just saying...

Starting Over - OOC & Profiles

"Sam, I would like you to become my beta. If you will accept."

Sam listened to Jaii's words, before realizing the actual depth of them. They resonated in Sam's mind a moment, echoing in the background of his conscious understanding, until he finally took hold of reality once more. He almost couldn't speak, but he stood from the seat, while stepping forward once and standing behind Rhea's figure while looking down to Jaii. His lips curled, almost as if to try and pull the words from inside jaw out, but they only parted to silence a moment. He looked at the battered and bruised boy, before finally speaking aloud, to the entire present company.

"I am honored, and will happily accept, but there are certainly more applicable and deserving members among us of the position. I would never deem myself greater then them, and I would not want to accept this position knowing there are others better fitted for it. If it is what you want, I will happily accept, for you, for myself, but most of all for the pack. I will take it as a duty, not a title, it will be an honor and a code to protect as Beta." He responded and explained while placing his hands lowered hands on Rhea's shoulders comfortingly. Sam stared at the man, before turning his gaze to the various people among the room, and then down to the back of Rhea's head as she loomed over Jaii with her magic. His heart quickened and his muscles tightened under the pressure of the moment.

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(Jeremiah Post soon to come. *Maniacal Laughter.*)

Blackout 2030

Allen let everyone introduce themselves, not because he was too good to go before them, or that he felt waiting was safest, it was just that his interest in taking in all of his team before describing himself seemed like the smart thing to due. He wanted to read them to the best of his degree and then assess how they would take him, and his weird combat style. He was a somewhat quirky man, but a stone combatant, and often times the team effect of his job could get the better of him if his mental problem, a form of depression known as "Social Paranoia" kicked in. Social Paranoia is a form of depression that causes one to feel as if their actions and opinions anger or upset others around them, as well as make the person feel as if they can't trust their friends or those around them, and that when someone is comforting that person, it is just a lie. This was a flaw of Allen's, a major flaw at that, and it was what kept him so quiet around people. When the silence began to take hold of the group, he finally spoke up and smiled while nodding.

"Howdy, everyone. It is a pleasure to meet, and start working, with each and every one of you. I am Allen Jensen, and I just go by Allen. I have spent the majority of my life training and working in medicine and Emergency Medical. I have become a validated EMT, Paramedic, Nurse, and Pre-med study, but when I joined up with the UN, I went from solely saving lives, to this, and here i am now. I specialize in combat medical and emergency combat medical talents, while also holding a rather odd combat style. I practice and have become an expert in tactical archery. I know it is odd, and something out of a sci-fi movie, but in this day an age it is possible. I hope to get along with you all, and I hope I never have to treat any of your wounds." He chuckled a moment at the thought of his words, nodded again, and then found himself silent. He had begun to think about the objective at hand, and the idea of who would be doing what and where, and also how. His own skills, could be useful in some ways, but it also seemed limited for a free-runner who used tactical archery and small arms. He took some time to think, before giving his own opinion and suggestion.

"I can work both in or out, but I would work better inside I think, my bow is a good silent weapon, by nature, and I could assist in clearing and securing the interior. I am quick on my feet, and quick on the draw." He explained simply with a straight pair of lips and a stone-blank expression.