Post by Steel on Jan 15, 2009 0:57:33 GMT -5
Seriously, we have too much fun with these characters... random chatter turns into an introduction to Steel and a bit with Calso:
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YuffersPikachu (8:16:10 PM): there is a new White in town
YuffersPikachu (8:16:15 PM): and his name is Steel lol
MasterRollipolly (8:18:13 PM): nice
MasterRollipolly (8:18:30 PM): Calso would have shared many memories watching soap operas with him
MasterRollipolly (8:18:42 PM): brb
YuffersPikachu (8:18:44 PM): XD Soap operas?
YuffersPikachu (8:18:44 PM): kk
MasterRollipolly (8:23:44 PM): yeah
MasterRollipolly (8:23:50 PM): his favorite is murder me softly
YuffersPikachu (8:23:59 PM): Interesting
MasterRollipolly (8:25:36 PM): its like a detective doctor soap or something
YuffersPikachu (8:25:56 PM): i think it sounds like fun
MasterRollipolly (8:27:24 PM): he's just weird, he likes seafood, soap operas and hes the most sexest man on the planet
YuffersPikachu (8:28:31 PM): XD i think he and Steel might get along
MasterRollipolly (8:29:24 PM): yeah prolleh, and plus hes a senoir agent so Calso won't complain about annoying rookies around him....too much
YuffersPikachu (8:29:41 PM): XD oh, Steel will commisetate
YuffersPikachu (8:29:46 PM): commiserate*
MasterRollipolly (8:30:05 PM): oh, two older agents ranting about the good ol' days XD
YuffersPikachu (8:30:11 PM): XD oh yeah
YuffersPikachu (8:30:25 PM): Over a plate of sushi, glasses of sake...
YuffersPikachu (8:30:34 PM): "Man, can you BELIEVE these rookies?"
MasterRollipolly (8:33:16 PM): "tch, don't remind me, I'd like to savor every moment away from them, out of sight out of mind." He gurmbled, taking another bite of the spicy ginger with his cut giant tuna. "Why must we be forced to suffer more than we have to." He let out a sigh of relief after sipping down another cup.
YuffersPikachu (8:34:34 PM): Shaking his head, he lifted a piece of unagi, looking at it thoughtfully. "Were we ever that impetuous or reckless?" Dipping the sushi in soy sauce, he finished it in one bite, almost purring at the flavor.
MasterRollipolly (8:39:21 PM): "No, if we were do you think we'd be here right now?" He chuckled, pouring himself another out of the small bottle, his cheeks already slightly flustered. He gulped it down, letting out a satisfied sigh, sitting it down beside his plate. "Besides, kids these days don't even know the real work of being an agent, they have it so easy, I remember in the old days..half the agents in the embassy, suffering from post-war-trama;.. those idiots don't know what pain is." He leaned back, lighting a cigarette.
YuffersPikachu (8:43:40 PM): Brad poured himself another, sipping it gently. "Yeah, I know... I mean, it's hard to be an agent anyway, but with the defections and deaths... the idiots can't afford to be so crazy. We can't lose any more agents... and there's one who seems to be plotting to go." He grumbled, glasses flashing faintly
MasterRollipolly (8:47:04 PM): Travis let out a frustraited groan, and leaned back down, running his hands through his hair. "Jesus, don't these bastards have any integrity, pride in their nations at all?" He puffed on the cigarette a few more times before putting it out. "I'd shove my foot so far up their ass it would rewire their brain if I couldn't get fired for it. I swear, you try to help people and they up and leave."
YuffersPikachu (8:50:45 PM): "It's almost understandable. At least in her case." Brad shoved his glasses up his nose. "Pride in one's nation though... it's not something that they've learned. I keep tryin' to drill it into my rookies... am I just doing it wrong, Travis?"
MasterRollipolly (8:55:25 PM): "It figured a woman couldn't be trusted to keep to her embassy." He grumbled under his breath. He listend to him, not finding any more taste for the food in front of him, rather than just enjoying the comany of a good friend. "I don't think I've ever seen a rookie come from you that didn't kick ass in the field,but ya know what we should do, we should throw them in some third world country where people still have war and let them feel what it's like to be on the front lines." He grumled.
YuffersPikachu (8:57:39 PM): "Maybe we should, at that." Brad smiled faintly, having learned to ignore the cracks about women. "It would be rather interesting to pull a 'Tropic Thunder' and throw them right into the thick of it, nothing but their wits and a few necessaries. It'd show them what they need, and teach them a little more respect. You think?" Pouring another pair of cups of sake, he offered one to his friend.
MasterRollipolly (9:01:30 PM): He took it greatfully, chuckling at his friend's comment. "Would be nice...that was a good movie by the way." He added in before sipping down his drink, adding to the drunken blush on his cheeks. "We should though...we should do what they did to us, four months into the job and they start giving medics guns." He stared down into the shallow cup. "If ya can't save 'em....shoot 'em" He sited in a gruff voice, mimicking his boss.
YuffersPikachu (9:04:12 PM): Brad chortled, a little tipsy himself. "We can't shoot 'em. So we gotta try to save 'em. Or, at least, keep the ones we can." He stroked the blade that lay inside his sleeve, running his fingers over the cloth-covered metal. "Guns, pah. Knives are so much cleaner, so much more... artistic."
MasterRollipolly (9:10:21 PM): "Well thats nice to know Mr. Van Gouh, but I prefer to keep my hands bloody and my face clean. I've seen you out there, getting carried away with your art..." He chuckled, pushing the plate away. "...you look like an indian with war paint on your face." His handy little friend was strabbed to the inside of his shirt, easily accessable if needed.
YuffersPikachu (9:19:24 PM): "And you come back reeking of cordite and oil," Brad returned cheerfully, patting his friend on the back. "I never smell when I'm done... unless it's of blood." He chuckled himself, sighing contentedly. "We need to do this more often."
MasterRollipolly (9:23:20 PM): "Yeah well, once you get used to the smell of blood and guns, and...well death, you can pretty much stomach any surgery," He chuckled along with his friend, enjoying the time off to remenice. "Yeah, it's nice talking again, remembering things long forgotten...remember Randy?" He questioned out of the blue.
YuffersPikachu (9:28:04 PM): "I think so..." Grey-blue eyes grew thoughtful, looking down at his hands. "It's been a long time... Why bring him up now?" He gazed at the other man, curious about what would make him ask such a question.
MasterRollipolly (9:32:22 PM): "I was just thinking...about old friends, old times." He rubbed the back of his neck, down close to his shoulder, putting pressure on the knots that had tighten themselves throughout the day. "I still think we should put those rookies through hell...but I doubt the embassador would listen to what some ol' senoir medical agents have to say, huh."
YuffersPikachu (9:41:20 PM): "Do they ever though?" Brad sighed. "I miss the old days... when our seniors put us through the roughest things they could think of, and if a few of us died, more room for the others, right?" Okay, a little exaggeration. But still, it was close enough.
MasterRollipolly (9:44:29 PM): That made Calso's smile grow wider, a toothy grin, one that said 'I know what cha mean.' "Yeah, and if we couldn't do it, they put us through hell twice as bad to make sure we'd never complain again. I'm pretty sure hald the stuff we did was from impulse and thought of that morning." He laughed, remembering his own training. "Oh those were the days...they were bloody horrble, but that was life."
YuffersPikachu (9:50:12 PM): "Life's rough. We all know that." He snorted softly. "Remember the time we ended up in that weird swamp, searching for the...what was it again?" Their senior had been a bit of a wacko, but when it came down to training rookies, there was no one better. Except for the two now sitting and relaxing.
MasterRollipolly (9:52:43 PM): "...Those, those godforsaken keys." He jumped in quickly, a smile place upon his lips. "..and we searched through damn mud, and snakes, and some prehistoric turtle until we found them, and brought them back and then they didn't even work anymore because they had switched to lock codes." He laughed, placing a hand on the other's shoulder, somewhat distirbing the people beside them with their amusement.
MasterRollipolly (9:53:02 PM): (do you gots a piccy of Brad)
YuffersPikachu (9:56:27 PM): "God, those were the days, weren't they?" He snorted softly. "Coated in mud, stinking to high heaven, exhausted at the end of the day... and that was just the first week of training." Staring at the counter, he turned his sake cup in his fingers, thinking. "And we're two of the only ones left, now, man..."
YuffersPikachu (9:56:33 PM): ** fanatic.nanashi-inc.net/crawford/bio-01.jpg **
MasterRollipolly (9:59:08 PM): His smile died a bit, and he turned his gaze elsewhere, trying to think of happier memories instead of those of their fallen comrades, they're friends. "Remember Kale, who used to sleep with a grenade under his pillow and we all made bets about when he would finally blow his head off." He looked back at him, hoping to find some more comical relief.
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YuffersPikachu (8:16:10 PM): there is a new White in town
YuffersPikachu (8:16:15 PM): and his name is Steel lol
MasterRollipolly (8:18:13 PM): nice
MasterRollipolly (8:18:30 PM): Calso would have shared many memories watching soap operas with him
MasterRollipolly (8:18:42 PM): brb
YuffersPikachu (8:18:44 PM): XD Soap operas?
YuffersPikachu (8:18:44 PM): kk
MasterRollipolly (8:23:44 PM): yeah
MasterRollipolly (8:23:50 PM): his favorite is murder me softly
YuffersPikachu (8:23:59 PM): Interesting
MasterRollipolly (8:25:36 PM): its like a detective doctor soap or something
YuffersPikachu (8:25:56 PM): i think it sounds like fun
MasterRollipolly (8:27:24 PM): he's just weird, he likes seafood, soap operas and hes the most sexest man on the planet
YuffersPikachu (8:28:31 PM): XD i think he and Steel might get along
MasterRollipolly (8:29:24 PM): yeah prolleh, and plus hes a senoir agent so Calso won't complain about annoying rookies around him....too much
YuffersPikachu (8:29:41 PM): XD oh, Steel will commisetate
YuffersPikachu (8:29:46 PM): commiserate*
MasterRollipolly (8:30:05 PM): oh, two older agents ranting about the good ol' days XD
YuffersPikachu (8:30:11 PM): XD oh yeah
YuffersPikachu (8:30:25 PM): Over a plate of sushi, glasses of sake...
YuffersPikachu (8:30:34 PM): "Man, can you BELIEVE these rookies?"
MasterRollipolly (8:33:16 PM): "tch, don't remind me, I'd like to savor every moment away from them, out of sight out of mind." He gurmbled, taking another bite of the spicy ginger with his cut giant tuna. "Why must we be forced to suffer more than we have to." He let out a sigh of relief after sipping down another cup.
YuffersPikachu (8:34:34 PM): Shaking his head, he lifted a piece of unagi, looking at it thoughtfully. "Were we ever that impetuous or reckless?" Dipping the sushi in soy sauce, he finished it in one bite, almost purring at the flavor.
MasterRollipolly (8:39:21 PM): "No, if we were do you think we'd be here right now?" He chuckled, pouring himself another out of the small bottle, his cheeks already slightly flustered. He gulped it down, letting out a satisfied sigh, sitting it down beside his plate. "Besides, kids these days don't even know the real work of being an agent, they have it so easy, I remember in the old days..half the agents in the embassy, suffering from post-war-trama;.. those idiots don't know what pain is." He leaned back, lighting a cigarette.
YuffersPikachu (8:43:40 PM): Brad poured himself another, sipping it gently. "Yeah, I know... I mean, it's hard to be an agent anyway, but with the defections and deaths... the idiots can't afford to be so crazy. We can't lose any more agents... and there's one who seems to be plotting to go." He grumbled, glasses flashing faintly
MasterRollipolly (8:47:04 PM): Travis let out a frustraited groan, and leaned back down, running his hands through his hair. "Jesus, don't these bastards have any integrity, pride in their nations at all?" He puffed on the cigarette a few more times before putting it out. "I'd shove my foot so far up their ass it would rewire their brain if I couldn't get fired for it. I swear, you try to help people and they up and leave."
YuffersPikachu (8:50:45 PM): "It's almost understandable. At least in her case." Brad shoved his glasses up his nose. "Pride in one's nation though... it's not something that they've learned. I keep tryin' to drill it into my rookies... am I just doing it wrong, Travis?"
MasterRollipolly (8:55:25 PM): "It figured a woman couldn't be trusted to keep to her embassy." He grumbled under his breath. He listend to him, not finding any more taste for the food in front of him, rather than just enjoying the comany of a good friend. "I don't think I've ever seen a rookie come from you that didn't kick ass in the field,but ya know what we should do, we should throw them in some third world country where people still have war and let them feel what it's like to be on the front lines." He grumled.
YuffersPikachu (8:57:39 PM): "Maybe we should, at that." Brad smiled faintly, having learned to ignore the cracks about women. "It would be rather interesting to pull a 'Tropic Thunder' and throw them right into the thick of it, nothing but their wits and a few necessaries. It'd show them what they need, and teach them a little more respect. You think?" Pouring another pair of cups of sake, he offered one to his friend.
MasterRollipolly (9:01:30 PM): He took it greatfully, chuckling at his friend's comment. "Would be nice...that was a good movie by the way." He added in before sipping down his drink, adding to the drunken blush on his cheeks. "We should though...we should do what they did to us, four months into the job and they start giving medics guns." He stared down into the shallow cup. "If ya can't save 'em....shoot 'em" He sited in a gruff voice, mimicking his boss.
YuffersPikachu (9:04:12 PM): Brad chortled, a little tipsy himself. "We can't shoot 'em. So we gotta try to save 'em. Or, at least, keep the ones we can." He stroked the blade that lay inside his sleeve, running his fingers over the cloth-covered metal. "Guns, pah. Knives are so much cleaner, so much more... artistic."
MasterRollipolly (9:10:21 PM): "Well thats nice to know Mr. Van Gouh, but I prefer to keep my hands bloody and my face clean. I've seen you out there, getting carried away with your art..." He chuckled, pushing the plate away. "...you look like an indian with war paint on your face." His handy little friend was strabbed to the inside of his shirt, easily accessable if needed.
YuffersPikachu (9:19:24 PM): "And you come back reeking of cordite and oil," Brad returned cheerfully, patting his friend on the back. "I never smell when I'm done... unless it's of blood." He chuckled himself, sighing contentedly. "We need to do this more often."
MasterRollipolly (9:23:20 PM): "Yeah well, once you get used to the smell of blood and guns, and...well death, you can pretty much stomach any surgery," He chuckled along with his friend, enjoying the time off to remenice. "Yeah, it's nice talking again, remembering things long forgotten...remember Randy?" He questioned out of the blue.
YuffersPikachu (9:28:04 PM): "I think so..." Grey-blue eyes grew thoughtful, looking down at his hands. "It's been a long time... Why bring him up now?" He gazed at the other man, curious about what would make him ask such a question.
MasterRollipolly (9:32:22 PM): "I was just thinking...about old friends, old times." He rubbed the back of his neck, down close to his shoulder, putting pressure on the knots that had tighten themselves throughout the day. "I still think we should put those rookies through hell...but I doubt the embassador would listen to what some ol' senoir medical agents have to say, huh."
YuffersPikachu (9:41:20 PM): "Do they ever though?" Brad sighed. "I miss the old days... when our seniors put us through the roughest things they could think of, and if a few of us died, more room for the others, right?" Okay, a little exaggeration. But still, it was close enough.
MasterRollipolly (9:44:29 PM): That made Calso's smile grow wider, a toothy grin, one that said 'I know what cha mean.' "Yeah, and if we couldn't do it, they put us through hell twice as bad to make sure we'd never complain again. I'm pretty sure hald the stuff we did was from impulse and thought of that morning." He laughed, remembering his own training. "Oh those were the days...they were bloody horrble, but that was life."
YuffersPikachu (9:50:12 PM): "Life's rough. We all know that." He snorted softly. "Remember the time we ended up in that weird swamp, searching for the...what was it again?" Their senior had been a bit of a wacko, but when it came down to training rookies, there was no one better. Except for the two now sitting and relaxing.
MasterRollipolly (9:52:43 PM): "...Those, those godforsaken keys." He jumped in quickly, a smile place upon his lips. "..and we searched through damn mud, and snakes, and some prehistoric turtle until we found them, and brought them back and then they didn't even work anymore because they had switched to lock codes." He laughed, placing a hand on the other's shoulder, somewhat distirbing the people beside them with their amusement.
MasterRollipolly (9:53:02 PM): (do you gots a piccy of Brad)
YuffersPikachu (9:56:27 PM): "God, those were the days, weren't they?" He snorted softly. "Coated in mud, stinking to high heaven, exhausted at the end of the day... and that was just the first week of training." Staring at the counter, he turned his sake cup in his fingers, thinking. "And we're two of the only ones left, now, man..."
YuffersPikachu (9:56:33 PM): ** fanatic.nanashi-inc.net/crawford/bio-01.jpg **
MasterRollipolly (9:59:08 PM): His smile died a bit, and he turned his gaze elsewhere, trying to think of happier memories instead of those of their fallen comrades, they're friends. "Remember Kale, who used to sleep with a grenade under his pillow and we all made bets about when he would finally blow his head off." He looked back at him, hoping to find some more comical relief.