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WHO: The Captain and open! (No limit, this is just so he can actually get some CR!)
WHERE: A little bit of everywhere.
WHEN: Late Friday night/Early Saturday Morning
WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: The Captain, with nothing better to do, decides to get a feel for the land. Reconnaissance is in order. Which means walking around the city, taking notes both mental and written.
FORMAT: Paragraph to start, then action tags preferably just so it's easier on me.
There wasn't anything to do, and that wasn't at all new to the stoic werewolf. Once in hiding, he had spent nearly half a century before re-emerging, but even then he had at least had soldiers to occupy himself with. Now was different. Schrodinger and his Major had everything they needed, and he found little to do aside from fetching food for his Major and stalking what information he could learn from his communicator (just because he had nothing to say didn't mean he wasn't paying attention).
And there was always that order. He was free to attack if he wanted to, to stir up trouble. Even that wasn't appealing to him. Though it would have most definitely pleased his Major, he didn't plan on attacking anyone unless he was ordered to or saw other reason to. Stirring up trouble unnecessarily would only make it more difficult for him in the city. After all, he couldn't teleport from place to place. He had to walk like every other person most of the time. That, and he rarely found joy in killing, despite everything that his organization was for. He found joy in serving his Major, in training soldiers, and in fighting to the best of his most feral abilities. Not in mindless slaughter.
That's why he found himself wandering the city in his civilian clothes. A dark brown jacket concealed the single mauser he had brought with him. He had long since adjusted it to hide his gun, just so he could move about inconspicuously. His dogtags hung from around his neck, and his jeans were actually clean. His uniform was back at his base, and though it felt strange not to wear it, he was on a personal mission. That's not to say he didn't look strange--he was still silver-haired and red-eyed. He was also extremely fit, as evidenced from his white t-shirt and jeans. Obviously, he wasn't just some normal man.
Still, he had expectations for the night. He knew he wouldn't be able to cover the entirety of the American city in one night, but it was a start. Though the smells of garbage and American food bothered him, he said nothing. The sound was a lot to deal with as well; even late at night, there was traffic and honking. It was nothing like hiding in Brazil, and it wasn't the sound of war. It was the sound of...well, obnoxious noise. Fortunately, most people took one look at him and his cold gaze and decided not to approach him. He expected as much for the entire night. That he wouldn't be bothered.
The werewolf didn't know how wrong he was, though.
[[ooc; Just some notes! This post is so he can actually meet people (though how successful he'll be is anyone's guess, lol mute werewolf). To clarify: this is not a fighting post. If your character is looking specifically for a fight, or knows who he is and wants to rat out his location to Seras, Integra, or the Police Force, then please don't reply. He'll cause trouble later, and this post isn't for that. Other than that, go ahead! Chronologically, Schrodinger's thread will be last (he'll head back at that point), and the Major is welcome to greet him when he returns. Thanks for reading this! >w
WHERE: A little bit of everywhere.
WHEN: Late Friday night/Early Saturday Morning
WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: The Captain, with nothing better to do, decides to get a feel for the land. Reconnaissance is in order. Which means walking around the city, taking notes both mental and written.
FORMAT: Paragraph to start, then action tags preferably just so it's easier on me.
There wasn't anything to do, and that wasn't at all new to the stoic werewolf. Once in hiding, he had spent nearly half a century before re-emerging, but even then he had at least had soldiers to occupy himself with. Now was different. Schrodinger and his Major had everything they needed, and he found little to do aside from fetching food for his Major and stalking what information he could learn from his communicator (just because he had nothing to say didn't mean he wasn't paying attention).
And there was always that order. He was free to attack if he wanted to, to stir up trouble. Even that wasn't appealing to him. Though it would have most definitely pleased his Major, he didn't plan on attacking anyone unless he was ordered to or saw other reason to. Stirring up trouble unnecessarily would only make it more difficult for him in the city. After all, he couldn't teleport from place to place. He had to walk like every other person most of the time. That, and he rarely found joy in killing, despite everything that his organization was for. He found joy in serving his Major, in training soldiers, and in fighting to the best of his most feral abilities. Not in mindless slaughter.
That's why he found himself wandering the city in his civilian clothes. A dark brown jacket concealed the single mauser he had brought with him. He had long since adjusted it to hide his gun, just so he could move about inconspicuously. His dogtags hung from around his neck, and his jeans were actually clean. His uniform was back at his base, and though it felt strange not to wear it, he was on a personal mission. That's not to say he didn't look strange--he was still silver-haired and red-eyed. He was also extremely fit, as evidenced from his white t-shirt and jeans. Obviously, he wasn't just some normal man.
Still, he had expectations for the night. He knew he wouldn't be able to cover the entirety of the American city in one night, but it was a start. Though the smells of garbage and American food bothered him, he said nothing. The sound was a lot to deal with as well; even late at night, there was traffic and honking. It was nothing like hiding in Brazil, and it wasn't the sound of war. It was the sound of...well, obnoxious noise. Fortunately, most people took one look at him and his cold gaze and decided not to approach him. He expected as much for the entire night. That he wouldn't be bothered.
The werewolf didn't know how wrong he was, though.
[[ooc; Just some notes! This post is so he can actually meet people (though how successful he'll be is anyone's guess, lol mute werewolf). To clarify: this is not a fighting post. If your character is looking specifically for a fight, or knows who he is and wants to rat out his location to Seras, Integra, or the Police Force, then please don't reply. He'll cause trouble later, and this post isn't for that. Other than that, go ahead! Chronologically, Schrodinger's thread will be last (he'll head back at that point), and the Major is welcome to greet him when he returns. Thanks for reading this! >w