Damien was reading through the list of his latest group of agents. There seemed to be some promising candidates. He waited for tge first of them to arrive while drinking a glass of whisky. Classical music plays in the background as he drinks and relives his past.
Somewhere in Japan a tall figure was working under a car fixing it. She wore a jumpsuit and was humming. She rolls out.from under the car and patted the hood "Almost done here" With a bit more fixing she deemed it ready and fixed.
For Silah it had been an incredibly long time since she left her old life. Quite a while in fact that her parents were old and needed looking after, her siblings and cousins were married with growing children and she... well she worked at a garage.
For Silah it had been an incredibly long time since she left her old life. Quite a while in fact that her parents were old and needed looking after, her siblings and cousins were married with growing children and she... well she worked at a garage.
Upon Arrival, Kuro whistled at the sight of the house. Definitely better than where he was living. He had his eye badge on it, but wanted to wait to see if the others would arrive.
Clyde looked at the house. He was not impressed. He's seen better throughout his career as an officer of the Air Force, and as a new Special Operative. Known people he didn't give permission to identify by his name would identify by his Callsign, "Blackjack". He went by several of them, like "Death's Gambler" or simply "Grim Reaper". He wore a strange mask that looked futuristic, yet military-esque. He would then make his way to the front door, the bag at his side containing his weapons and the rest of his gear
I hum softly to myself. It was evening where I was as I drive my car back to my small apartment. I take a shower as usual, sit down in front of the TV to watch my regular show and eat my takeout dinner. A big black dog flopped near me as I eat and I feed him small bits of the meat I picked out from my noodles. I take a chug of my cola and yawned a bit finishing up the last bits of my food and switching off the TV. I was also doing some part-time studying when I wasn't working at the garage and had an assignment to finish up. So naturally, I head to bed and finish that and setting it down on the nightstand and dimming the lights. I pat the space on the left of me on the bed as the doggie joined me and we fall asleep. Everything was quietened down in the small apartment
Damien sighs as he watches two of the recruits arrive, he gets ready for a little dramatics, for when they entered and grew irritated when they decided to just hangaround outside. He taps a button on his keyboard and smiles. A speaker comes out from infront of Kuro and Clyde, "If you two are done stairing, please get your asses into the bloody house..." he sighs irritatedly before shutting off the speakers with another push of the button.
He was already inside after he made his way to the front door he used the badge to enter, he was now inside the building, still walking in the same manner as before
Kuro simply followed orders he he used his Id to get into the house.
Damien was soon standing before the two, "Good morning, Clyde and Kuro, you two are the firat ones here, please join ne in the briefing room," he says before turning around and walking into the room he had told them to come into. He takes a seat at the head of the long table and waits.
He looked at Damien. "You will refer to me by Blackjack. You have not earned the right to call me by my name of birth" he barked in a somewhat aggressive tone.
Damien turns to Clyde with a raised eyebrow, "Look here Clyde, I am your Commanding Officer, I dont care what hole Specter dug you out of, but you are now under my command, so I will call you whatever I bloody well please," he says the edge in his voice getting sharper by the word and his eyes growing colder.
"You are our CO?" he asked in an unimpressed tone. "I've expected someone more... experienced and built for the occasion" he said, looking at him. "But I will accept it. You may refer to my with my name. But don't get cocky" he added
((The only thing cocky in here is you, as usual, Clyde... geez ... perhaps I can relieve you of said cock...))
Silah Iblis wrote:
((The only thing cocky in here is you, as usual, Clyde... geez ... perhaps I can relieve you of said cock...))
((Just being in character. Clyde has expectations on things. If they're not met, he'll explain why. He is straight-to-the-point. If people treat him with respect, he'll treat them with respect. He will always make sure his squad is in no means of danger, and will sacrifice himself to ensure their safety))
((i swear im liking Clyde's character less and less... well I am willing to at least try and get along with ppl i suppose))
Silah Iblis wrote:
((i swear im liking Clyde's character less and less... well I am willing to at least try and get along with ppl i suppose))
((Keep in mind this man has seen war, and done war himself. He is battle-hardened, prepared for most occasions. He is strict, just like the code he would follow while in the military. Just because he's attractive doesn't mean he will be some type of prince. He has a purpose, and just like meeting a man like Clyde in real life, you will eventually understand why he's like this))
((who in 7 hells said he was attractive? *sweatdropped anime style* That is Chess's job...))
"Sure, I'm the cocky one," Damien drawls out with a roll of his eyes. "As for experience," he looks a little deranged for a moment, befoee he catches himself and smiles coldly, "You'll learn soon enough," he leans back in his seat.
((now Dami on the other hand *grinned* very attractive))
He crossed his arms, looking at him. His helmet was still on, as he asked. "What am I required for, sir?" he asked