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Date: 2017-06-18 02:11 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] duel_wielding
North shoots his sister a look before she can make a disapproving sound.

"That... isn't quite what I meant," he says as he works on pulling each piece of armor off with methodical care. Within moments his sister was there to help, ready to catch each loose back half of the armor when he pulled the front. The two of them were quite efficient at things like this. "For instance, Wyoming is a sniper, plain and simple, whereas I'm a combat sniper. I'm am better to put into a position where the sniper needs to actually fight his way out. And South is a stealth specialist when she chooses to be."

The teasing snipe gets him a punch in the ass, but a half hearted one.

Date: 2017-06-18 05:43 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] duel_wielding
"Standard issue?"

This time North doesn't speak up, doesn't stop her from what he knows she's going to say, because really he wants to know the answer as well.

"Standard issue isn't what Freelancers are made out of," she counters with an edge of distaste in her voice. "We don't need 'standard issue' dragging us down the ranks or blowing some op we skilled agents have to get right."

"He wouldn't be here without good reason," North spoke at last as he got his boots off and put them in the locker. His job was to be the good cop to her bad. "The director wouldn't pick him if he wasn't good."

Date: 2017-06-18 06:00 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] duel_wielding
Oh my.

"Don't you act like you know what I do on missions. I'm top five, asshole," South hisses.

Meanwhile North just does his best not to snort in amusement at the comment. The kid has backbone, he's got to give the newbie that.

"South, unless you want to watch me strip to shower..."

They had unspoken rules between them. One had to do with the fact that they didn't see each other naked unless they had to. Standard UNSC service had been bad enough, uncomfortable at times. At least here they can get a semblance of privacy. But he even goes a step farther and starts to shuck out of his underarmor, at which point South throws her arms up and strides out without another word. And once the door closes he stops moving so much to undress, instead moving to sit on the bench.

"Don't let my sister get you down. She's just... competitive."

Date: 2017-06-18 06:09 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] duel_wielding
"Speak for yourself," North smiles, more to himself than anyone else. "My only goal is to be better than Wyoming. That guy..."

He shakes his head. Why Wyoming thinks he's a better sniper was frankly beyond North. Granted the man was definitely better at just staying still for insane amounts of time. Must be the Britishness.

"I prefer a relax and let things happen approach. I'm a sniper. The things I want come into my sights. That's how I get what I want. Chasing them down is a front line soldier's job."

Date: 2017-06-18 10:29 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] duel_wielding
Well that is... an enlightened way to look at it. Something he can even respect.

"Keep that sort of outlook and you might make it here," North answered at last. "But... be careful, it won't always make you friends among some of the people here. With that sort of approach... I'd suggest Agents York, Florida and Maine. Less leaderboard driven because, respectively, number two, number doesn't care, number giant mountain unmoved by most things."

With that he stands. "So... I wish you a lot of luck, because here in the supposed big leagues things get complicated. Meaner really. We're not nice people, Agent Washington."

Date: 2017-07-18 03:55 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] duel_wielding
North is left staring openly at the man for his reaction. For what he said. It made sense. It was... practical. And intriguing.

"Just because you didn't sign on for it doesn't mean not to try," he muses before the man leaves. "And don't let anyone keep you from your goals, Agent Washington. I think you might fit in."

Date: 2017-07-22 05:09 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] duel_wielding
The way they sit at tables is pretty set. Everyone knows what is going to happen at the start of the night, everyone knows what will happen at the end. Except there was a gap now, wasn't there? Where Georgia used to be. North ignores it, not thinking too hard about how there should be someone on the stool next to him going on, at length, about something meaningless. But within five minutes of silence he can't do it anymore. Takes his glass of terrible whiskey and moves to sit by the new member of their team.

"I warn you, you're going to see something here," North says with a smile as he sits. "We've got an interesting variety of drunks here."

Date: 2017-07-22 06:08 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] duel_wielding
"We have a pretty impressive amount of combatives," North goes on to say. "Except for South. She's a cuddly drunk. I can't say I'm looking forward to that. What about you?"

North sips his drink again and frowns at the beer. "Do you want something better? I can buy you it."

Date: 2017-07-22 07:06 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] duel_wielding
"You'd think," North agrees. "But she isn't. We all have masks, Agent Washington, just like you."

He's been keeping an eye on Wash for a bit now, watching the man as he went about his time on the MoI. Clearly Washington had an image he wanted to project, and North wasn't going to step on his toes about that. "Carolina gets really competitive about stupid things when she's drunk. Last shoreleave her and York had a bet on who could stack more salt shakers in a stable tower."


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