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 Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2011 10:19 pm
Mortane sat at one of the far tables, her mask and hood momentarily set aside to show the face of a young woman appearing in hear early twenties. Her eyes where a rich blood red, her left eye criss-crossed by two scars like sniper hairs, skin pale except for a light tan, and hair a bright striking snowy white. Currently her lips, a pale red, were stained a darker shade by meat juice and blood as she ripped into the pile of steaks on the plate. Of course to call such a thing a plate was an insult, it was more of a large metal platter that had once been heaped high with ten massive rare T-bone steaks.
That number was now down to three as the little woman, barely five foot one easily consumed triple the amount any normal burly soldier ate. Her small white fangs gnawing on bones and sucking every single bit of nutrients she could get from her meal not unlike a lioness would her kill. It was a rather raw, primal and unnerving sight to many of the soldiers around her, but Mortane took little heed of them. Quickly finishing off her meal she drank the last drop of meat juice, then took a swig of her flask. Leaning back in the chair, the ferocious hungry look that had been on her face moments before faded to a look of lazy fullness as she surveyed the men around her.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 12:22 pm
A slender lady walked into the area and sat next to the other lady that was at the bar . She had not been here before and wanted to make freinds with everyone there at the post.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 1:06 pm
Mortane glanced up eyeing the woman who had taken a seat next to her at the bar rather surprised. Either she didn't know who Mortane was or simply lacked basic instinctual self preservation instincts. Very carefully Mortane replacd her mask hooking the self contained breather into place before raising her hood to cover it.
"May I help you?" Came her mechanical voice as she turned to look at the other woman.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 2:53 pm
Jenn looked at the lady and then replied" I am new here and dont know where the others go to sign up for the military?" then she flipped her hair about and smiled a sweet smile to the lady. She had wandered a long ways from home to find a place that she could stay at .
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2011 1:23 am
"Try the front desk. I'm not the best person to ask on these matters seeing as I'm a special unit." Mort muttered shrugging and sizing up the girl with a frown behind her mask.
"You do know that this is the military right? We kill, murder, maim, destroy, and in general cause a lot of blood, gore, and unpleasant situations. If you're looking for refuge there are some camps, but this isn't one of them. It's a combat zone, not a refugee outpost." The fighter asked somewhat doubting the girls combat abilities, but willing to give her the beneficent of the doubt. For now anyway. Sides wracking her rather dim and very scrambled memory she recalled at some point she must have been a new recruit wet behind the ears like this one.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2012 3:40 pm
(wet behind the ears? you have me lost now)
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2012 3:51 pm
rockchic73 (wet behind the ears? you have me lost now) (it means new not calm. Sorry misstype.)
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 1:36 pm
Johannes walked into the Mess. Noticing two ranking officers sitting at one of the tables, he snapped to attention and saluted. He looked rather imposing in his freshly washed uniform, with his
5'11" stature, and his Ruger 1911 strapped to his hip.
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2012 1:05 pm
She got up from the table where the person sat and decided to go get her own table to watch the others and see where the night will go
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 9:23 pm
Mort watched the other women get up with not so much as a 'hi' or 'bye' and merely shrugged. Rather rude of her really, despite her darker habits Mort had always kept rather clean manners. A fact that among her teammates at times had been a running joke.
The used to laugh and say she'd politely knock before busting down a door or worse politely apologize and state there was no hard feelings before sniping a target. Then again Mort had always been an. . .oddity among her units.
After all what else did you call Red Death Incarnate other then an oddity?
Watching with woman go from behind her mask she looked up at the new arrive. Johannes, if she recalled the name correctly, as the man snapped her a sharp salute. His reward was an approving no as the woman turned patting the now vacant seat beside her. She'd dispatched too many like him to ever be afraid, but she found the man amusing and interesting nonetheless.
"Take a seat." Came the rumbled mechanical order as she lifted her hand signalling one of the cooks. The older man's face lit up brielfy in horror. That monster wasn't going to order more meat was she!? She'd already practically eaten an entire squads worth of it on her own!
"Two drinks." Mort's filtered voice ordered easing the cooks fears. "Water." The armored fighter specified as too glasses were slid before her and the newcomer. Glancing sideways at Johannes Mort considered him for a moment before popping two pills from a dispenser rigged into her armor and dropping them into the water along with a straw before sliding it under her mask. Mort hated taking off her mask or helmet. The pills fizzled into the water turning it a deep metallic iron red that smelled like metal filings. Apparently it was some sort of vitamin substance for the masked soldier.
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