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[CaptainNips]

Arcadius Nocturne

Arcadius' pale eyes followed her protests and gestures closely, letting her spout out all her objections. He looked back calmly with a face strong as stone. He showed neither annoyance or frustration, though his initial feelings  of her were indeed lowered. In that small fraction of time, the Agent could barely differentiate the Captain from a stubborn adolescent. He believed her to be acting naive and self-centered, traits that no SWRD agent should ever possess. Sure, an agent must remain concerned for the wellbeing of his or her peers, but they must be ready to accept things as they come. 

As she finished speaking, the man watched for the Sangreto's reaction. He studied the alien's face, unsure if he would spot confusion, sadness, or even frustration. He felt for the young one, and he avidly hoped the woman could soon accept him. Though his next words would not show that hope easily.

"I never asked you to accept the Sangreto. Though it would be the wise choice for you to do so. He has already created his bond with you, and it will be nearly impossible to break." He adds with a dull sarcastic tone. His strong bravado and speech is hard to overrule as he continues, "But poor you... you don't want such a responsibility on your hands." 

He stares plainly to her, not minding if she meets his gaze or not. "Learn to accept situations as they come, soldier... and make the best of them. Because I guarantee you, under your future service things will not often go your way. That is a simple fact, and common knowledge to those serving in SWRD."

He finishes. Remembering what he read in her dossier given to him by the Council, he concluded, "You want to make a difference in serving the Council? Abide to the rules of life."

Arcadius admired her past experience, especially for changing the stance and chances for women within the Militia. In his admiration he revealed the hard truth to her. He wanted her to succeed.

[SilentCallings]

NO NAME

No Name was still confused as the adults continued with their bickering, well actually just talking, but it sounded a lot like human verbal battle to him, directing his attention elsewhere with a clicking noise leaving him as he heard the man's stressed vocals. Even though the brute was on the side of the alien the Sangreto felt his undeniable start of loyalty boiling to the surface, a hiss whispered into the air before he turned his face to stare at the ground instead, trying to hold himself back for he was aware of the Scotsman attempting to bring up his unspeakable points. Though genes couldn't be overpowered by an instinctual mind still needing thousands and thousands of more years to develop, the chosen one to take the place of the elders once they withered away into eternal nothingness. A solemn fate, yet their kind accepted that long ago, the trade for a longer lifespan to waste away focusing on finding vital information for the success of their race, that was what the elders had promised when they had been only a bit older than he was at the moment. Apparently they had sent him along the right path, given him a quick push in whatever direction he was supposed to be heading along, but all the rest of the choices would be in his hands, to see whether he would fulfill the prophecy or be drawn in by darkness and deceit. Just like the youth ahead of him had done, a century ago, if he was remembering the society rumors correctly.

The Sangreto male was staring at the space in between Arcadius and Captain Banner when his sharp senses picked up on the scuffed steps of one of the Council members halfway across the room coming towards their general direction. He wasn't sure of whether or not to alert the woman or the man, seeing as how they were apparently to speak with the other alien leaders at one point or another, that was what he picked up on from their earlier actions. He didn't know what they were supposed to be chatting about, but he definitely felt uncomfortable with the approaching presence, probably the same soul from earlier that had served in irritating the temperamental specimen of the pair of elders. Abruptly coming to a conclusion he leaned forward and tugged at the pant leg of the SWRD agent, the male, to let him tell Alexandra what was going on for he didn't want to infuriate her further, she already seemed quite stressed out, and it was his promise to allow the least amount of stress to pile atop of her. It was hard for captains to focus when they were practically buried to the neck in prickling thoughts and plans, so No Name merely tossed it at Arcadius to deal with, see if they should avoid the council 'accidentally' or just bluntly make their way through it. If they were even heading towards the trio at all, who knew, maybe they wanted some peanut butter crackers too. Too bad they were all gone, whoops.

Amount: 517 Words.
Muse: Good~
Tune: Want You Back ~ NSYNC
Notes: Eueueue, sorry this sucks T.T
Tags: Vettie with Alex; Cappy with Arcadius; OPEN;

[Vet]

Alex Banner

She wanted to reach over and wring his neck with frustration. The man was a dog with a bone with this ordeal and didn't even seem to care that he was allocating signing up a child for war! Men. Plain and simple. While Alex didn't care to think like that - especially considering she had so many that had her back - she couldn't see any other explanation for his push for it. And it was a push, no matter his protests.

He thought she didn't want the responsibility. That in itself was degrading enough. She had the lives of many in her hands. Her decisions hadn't affected only her since she was a child and she knew well of the burden she bore. But she would not take a back seat to the potential suffering of another if it could be avoided. Since when was it fine and dandy for civilians to sign themselves up on a highly specialized boat meant for hard and fast missions? He had no training - as evidenced by the reverent way in which he had tried to grab her weapon - and seemingly no clue about how the world outside of his own species worked. She didn't think less of the Sangreto for it. In fact, she felt a bit envious.

When the last words left his mouth, Alex stepped closer to him in a rare display of anger. "If the rules in life demand a child to learn the weight of a gun, then fuck the rules," she snarled in quiet tones.

Though she was already resigned to the fact that she wasn't going to get her way on this issue, Alex sure as hell wasn't going to lay down and take it like a good girl. It never had been her style.

She looked down as she saw the Sangreto she was apparently bound to tugged on the pant leg of Arcadius. A small part of her wanted to see him chomp on his leg like a mongrel dog would to someone on its territory in the shit pile that was the former New York City. Alas, it was not to be.

She turned to see Councilor Dasyati heading their way. The superior expression on her face made Alex want to do something really rash, proof enough that she needed to take a step back and calm down.

"I'm sorry. Let's start this conversation over. Somewhere else." She started walking from the room, not missing the annoyed look on the Councilor's face. Alex wouldn't lie and say it didn't bring her some amount of satisfaction to see it there as she turned away. Almost to the door, she didn't look back before asking, "Coming, kid?" At this point, it was his choice whether or not he wanted to come. He'd likely heard what she had to say about it.

War,danger, potentially gruesome and painful death. It wasn't the life for a kid. But hell, what did she know? "Do what you want," she advised him, obviously expecting Arcadius to want to dodge the bullet that was the half-pint Councilor with a full pint of attitude as well and follow.