Woundedwaffle
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"I'm still alive, you fucking amateurs!"
A bad person, doing good things? A good person, doing nothing?
No.
A nobody, doing nothing.
"You want me to throw myself at the wall to die for your cause, what about me?!"
A selfish brat, a rat, nothing more than a scurrying miserable sack of flesh.
A human, an animal of instincts.
"You don't look good in yellow, kid."
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Citizens
"You are chaos theory in action, there's no black and white in this world, it's disgusting, muddy shades of gray. Some of you are kind, some of you are just like me, trying to survive, doing what you need to do. I'm no judge, jury, nor executioner."
Civil-Protection
"Humans, and don't get the wrong idea, I don't hate you guys, nor do I blame you. Sure, that female cop got... frisky, at times, but that's water under the bridge for now. Some of you guys scare me, real psychopaths, but there's just men and women in masks within your ranks. I like to follow a good doctrine, stay out of each other's business and don't bother each other."
Resistance
"No, I don't care how many times you ask, I'm not going to throw myself into the fucking meat grinder. Stop bunching me with you, we are nothing alike, and by God, if he even exists, don't try and gaslight me into dying for your war. I don't care how righteous, or noble you think it is, good for you. Leave me out of it."
Partisans
"I know little about you guys, but always put on a good face, always, that's what I know best. You guys have brought quite a bit of heat, and there's a lot of hushed whispers about the things you do, along with what plans you've pushed forward onto me. I don't know how I feel about them, the last thing I do is wanted to be painted in... that sort of light. Maybe, I'll need to think more on it."
"You are chaos theory in action, there's no black and white in this world, it's disgusting, muddy shades of gray. Some of you are kind, some of you are just like me, trying to survive, doing what you need to do. I'm no judge, jury, nor executioner."
Civil-Protection
"Humans, and don't get the wrong idea, I don't hate you guys, nor do I blame you. Sure, that female cop got... frisky, at times, but that's water under the bridge for now. Some of you guys scare me, real psychopaths, but there's just men and women in masks within your ranks. I like to follow a good doctrine, stay out of each other's business and don't bother each other."
Resistance
"No, I don't care how many times you ask, I'm not going to throw myself into the fucking meat grinder. Stop bunching me with you, we are nothing alike, and by God, if he even exists, don't try and gaslight me into dying for your war. I don't care how righteous, or noble you think it is, good for you. Leave me out of it."
Partisans
"I know little about you guys, but always put on a good face, always, that's what I know best. You guys have brought quite a bit of heat, and there's a lot of hushed whispers about the things you do, along with what plans you've pushed forward onto me. I don't know how I feel about them, the last thing I do is wanted to be painted in... that sort of light. Maybe, I'll need to think more on it."
Kay
"You've been one of the best people to have by my side, you're like me in a lot of ways, and I can respect that. You're a mercenary, but not a monster. Even down on the ground with tears in my eyes, having just met- you could have left me there, to die, I was scared, I really was. You comforted me, and you got us through it. No matter what we bicker about, what happens between the two of us? You didn't give into the greed, and saved a poor, scared stranger. No matter what I say to your face? There's a level of respect I can never exchange, nor admit."
One-Eye
"A Jamaican man, another brother. The only man I've seen laugh during combat with a joint in his mouth and blasting reggae music on his down-time. He scares me honestly, I think the weed might make him more dangerous. Don't think I'll ever pick it up, I'm too much of a tight-ass and like my lungs. Besides, drugs are for people who are running from something. Regardless, never thought I'd see a Jamaican mercenary. Then again, weird times, and a melting pot the world has become."
Outrider
"One of the few men that respected me for being what I was, and wouldn't forcefully try and drag me into his Jihad. He might have wanted his people to be free, but he didn't force me to fight for it. I don't know where he is now, but he was one of the most powerful and influential people I've ever worked for."
Filya
"Gave me a beer after I- uh, you know, even in my own journal? I really don't want to talk about it. Artificial, tasted horrible, and I really don't drink- can't hold my booze. A nice guy, said I should grow a beard. Yeah, go ahead and tell a fucking pig to fly too. Seems alright, though."
Celt
"God, you are such an annoying brat who's never around. Anti-Citizen-One?! What were you thinking?! Maybe show some respect, I was the one there, rifle in hand pushing gauze into your bullet holes and ripping your collar off, you and Poelking both. So what if it was a job? Quit kicking me in the nuts, and give me a thank you! You fucking loose cannon, piece of shit.
I missed you too."
Thomas Kleinwald
"A newly formed shop owner, now that Watima seems to be going through politics and drama. I don't care for it, and I don't ever want to get involved. Decent place for getting noodles so I'm not eating the same slop, not *too* expensive either. Fun to joke around with, has taken to teasing me and calling me a boy. Not sure if there's more to him than meets the eye, he might just want to work his job and nothing else. He's a blue band after all, and while I might make acquantances? I don't get close."
Goliath
"I didn't know they stacked shit as tall as him, a funny guy, makes fucking terrible decisions at times though. He is the epitome of that one friend who's dragging you into shitty business ideas, but somehow makes them work in the end through sheer stupidity and blunt force idiocy. He is somehow the smartest, and most impulsive man I have ever met. Useful, but I need to be careful with him, make sure he doesn't drag me into something."
Eden
"You know how hard it was to find the right colors to put her name down in here? Fuck. She scares me, I can't get a read on her, and that's exactly what she wants. I feel toyed with, like a pawn in her game. She's dangerous, but caring, a sweet and compassionate psychopath. Literally, a psychopath. Her lack of emotion makes her feel no different from one of those transhumans, calculating everything, surgical, but able to put on a face. She could be a double, triple fucking agent, she could be planning anything. I keep falling into her honeyed traps, letting her hug me when I sob, relying on her for help, trusting her with things I shouldn't. She even offers to put on a mask, so sweet, delicate. She's a freak, I've heard those glimpses of what she used to be. Drugs, sex, violence, or is that what she wants me to believe?
Thinking about her makes my head swirl, and not in a good way. When I see her? I split into thirds. One third of me smiles warmly, a flutter in my heart, another third of me is trying to decipher and crack what she's intending, saying, trying to look through her, to feel the lies and deception.
And the last third? Has my hand on my holster, twitching, shaking, just in case."
Charlotte
"Now, let me get this out of the way. I don't love you, not in the traditional sense. No, you're like a sister to me, one I never had, which is odd, because I was an only child. I really should just ditch you, like I said I should have, that you were just some lost puppy that the Combine were going to shoot because you weren't a vision for their perfect world. Yet, you continue to impress me, and I don't know why. How you slowly claw and grasp at life, my own- morality, my feeling of guilt, how I can't just... do nothing, the times I've had to lead you away from sweeps, being your ears, being your tongue. Hell, you're just lucky I know the sloppy sign language I do at all, surprisingly? Not the first mute I've known. But, what happened, something about a short Russian, some Manny- I've never even met. I'm scared, I'm scared if I die, of course- I don't want to fucking die, but you. I can't leave you behind, I don't know who's going to be your ears. Stupid- deaf, lost, puppy, stupid, STUPID. I can't take this anymore, I'm losing my mind, I feel like I'm going to puke. Every time I close my eyes, I keep seeing the drop, feel the wood railing against my chest. Flashes of your smile, your little devil horns as you taunt me, because you can't speak.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I have to keep you safe. Please, God, just let me keep living on this horrible Earth, I have to keep her safe."
Greynerd
"I really don't know much about you, you tease me, from time to time, word on the street is you got caught. I can't trust people like that, not anymore. There's people out there that I don't know, ratting me for things I don't know, things I haven't done. Stay away from me, keep my name out of your mouth. Was it you? Who's the short Russian? WHO IS HE? No- no it- it wasn't you, remember, Lance.
I still don't trust you."
Laura Maxwell
"We met, once, let my emotions get the better of me again. Saw a pissed off woman, tried to cheer her up, only to get grouped in with her after she got fired. Got interrogated for a while, but released again. Was one of the first times I was in an interrogation room, guilty by association, or incompetence from Dispatch, something- I don't know, I don't get it. I haven't seen her or talked to her since, she was funny at least, though."
Sophie Purnell
"You're an odd case, literally. You remind me of the girls from school who'd unironically think they were part cat, or wolf, or some shit. It's- disgusting, honestly, you did put up a Helluva fight though, only lost because you got cocky. Good at pushing my buttons, and- I might have a thing for goths, or- emos? I don't know. Regardless, once again- like many people I grow semi-attached to? You absolutely mark what I despise, sex, booze, drugs, arsony, larsony, and generally being a wild fuck. You seem easy to manipulate, desperate for validation, willing to do whatever you need to. You're friends with people in high places, some of which are turncoats, and know many dangerous things. I don't want you ending up becoming a puppet, not because I care, but because you'll be a dangerous lapdog.
Maybe I'm being too harsh on the girl, maybe I care- do I? I don't know, but she sits on the back of my mind and not in a good way, moreso like she's a pipe-bomb, but when is she going to pop?"
Lucky
"Useful, very useful, but if I get called a sub again? I'm going to beat you to death with a rock. That is not the case, at all, whatsoever. Pretty funny guy though, good for a few laughs and some snacks. I don't want to write too much about you. It hurts to write, mentally, physically."
Vasili (Unknown Vort)
"Like all Vortigaunts, I don't trust you guys. You can be useful, powerful even, but we have bad history, bad blood, you know it, and I know it. There's a large, playful group though, all- jeering at me and calling me names. It's annoying, but- if it's how they want to grow affection? Let them, better than having them shooting fucking lightning at me again. If I had a nickel, I'd- have a lot of nickels."
"You've been one of the best people to have by my side, you're like me in a lot of ways, and I can respect that. You're a mercenary, but not a monster. Even down on the ground with tears in my eyes, having just met- you could have left me there, to die, I was scared, I really was. You comforted me, and you got us through it. No matter what we bicker about, what happens between the two of us? You didn't give into the greed, and saved a poor, scared stranger. No matter what I say to your face? There's a level of respect I can never exchange, nor admit."
One-Eye
"A Jamaican man, another brother. The only man I've seen laugh during combat with a joint in his mouth and blasting reggae music on his down-time. He scares me honestly, I think the weed might make him more dangerous. Don't think I'll ever pick it up, I'm too much of a tight-ass and like my lungs. Besides, drugs are for people who are running from something. Regardless, never thought I'd see a Jamaican mercenary. Then again, weird times, and a melting pot the world has become."
Outrider
"One of the few men that respected me for being what I was, and wouldn't forcefully try and drag me into his Jihad. He might have wanted his people to be free, but he didn't force me to fight for it. I don't know where he is now, but he was one of the most powerful and influential people I've ever worked for."
Filya
"Gave me a beer after I- uh, you know, even in my own journal? I really don't want to talk about it. Artificial, tasted horrible, and I really don't drink- can't hold my booze. A nice guy, said I should grow a beard. Yeah, go ahead and tell a fucking pig to fly too. Seems alright, though."
Celt
"God, you are such an annoying brat who's never around. Anti-Citizen-One?! What were you thinking?! Maybe show some respect, I was the one there, rifle in hand pushing gauze into your bullet holes and ripping your collar off, you and Poelking both. So what if it was a job? Quit kicking me in the nuts, and give me a thank you! You fucking loose cannon, piece of shit.
I missed you too."
Thomas Kleinwald
"A newly formed shop owner, now that Watima seems to be going through politics and drama. I don't care for it, and I don't ever want to get involved. Decent place for getting noodles so I'm not eating the same slop, not *too* expensive either. Fun to joke around with, has taken to teasing me and calling me a boy. Not sure if there's more to him than meets the eye, he might just want to work his job and nothing else. He's a blue band after all, and while I might make acquantances? I don't get close."
Goliath
"I didn't know they stacked shit as tall as him, a funny guy, makes fucking terrible decisions at times though. He is the epitome of that one friend who's dragging you into shitty business ideas, but somehow makes them work in the end through sheer stupidity and blunt force idiocy. He is somehow the smartest, and most impulsive man I have ever met. Useful, but I need to be careful with him, make sure he doesn't drag me into something."
Eden
"You know how hard it was to find the right colors to put her name down in here? Fuck. She scares me, I can't get a read on her, and that's exactly what she wants. I feel toyed with, like a pawn in her game. She's dangerous, but caring, a sweet and compassionate psychopath. Literally, a psychopath. Her lack of emotion makes her feel no different from one of those transhumans, calculating everything, surgical, but able to put on a face. She could be a double, triple fucking agent, she could be planning anything. I keep falling into her honeyed traps, letting her hug me when I sob, relying on her for help, trusting her with things I shouldn't. She even offers to put on a mask, so sweet, delicate. She's a freak, I've heard those glimpses of what she used to be. Drugs, sex, violence, or is that what she wants me to believe?
Thinking about her makes my head swirl, and not in a good way. When I see her? I split into thirds. One third of me smiles warmly, a flutter in my heart, another third of me is trying to decipher and crack what she's intending, saying, trying to look through her, to feel the lies and deception.
And the last third? Has my hand on my holster, twitching, shaking, just in case."
Charlotte
"Now, let me get this out of the way. I don't love you, not in the traditional sense. No, you're like a sister to me, one I never had, which is odd, because I was an only child. I really should just ditch you, like I said I should have, that you were just some lost puppy that the Combine were going to shoot because you weren't a vision for their perfect world. Yet, you continue to impress me, and I don't know why. How you slowly claw and grasp at life, my own- morality, my feeling of guilt, how I can't just... do nothing, the times I've had to lead you away from sweeps, being your ears, being your tongue. Hell, you're just lucky I know the sloppy sign language I do at all, surprisingly? Not the first mute I've known. But, what happened, something about a short Russian, some Manny- I've never even met. I'm scared, I'm scared if I die, of course- I don't want to fucking die, but you. I can't leave you behind, I don't know who's going to be your ears. Stupid- deaf, lost, puppy, stupid, STUPID. I can't take this anymore, I'm losing my mind, I feel like I'm going to puke. Every time I close my eyes, I keep seeing the drop, feel the wood railing against my chest. Flashes of your smile, your little devil horns as you taunt me, because you can't speak.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I have to keep you safe. Please, God, just let me keep living on this horrible Earth, I have to keep her safe."
Greynerd
"I really don't know much about you, you tease me, from time to time, word on the street is you got caught. I can't trust people like that, not anymore. There's people out there that I don't know, ratting me for things I don't know, things I haven't done. Stay away from me, keep my name out of your mouth. Was it you? Who's the short Russian? WHO IS HE? No- no it- it wasn't you, remember, Lance.
I still don't trust you."
Laura Maxwell
"We met, once, let my emotions get the better of me again. Saw a pissed off woman, tried to cheer her up, only to get grouped in with her after she got fired. Got interrogated for a while, but released again. Was one of the first times I was in an interrogation room, guilty by association, or incompetence from Dispatch, something- I don't know, I don't get it. I haven't seen her or talked to her since, she was funny at least, though."
Sophie Purnell
"You're an odd case, literally. You remind me of the girls from school who'd unironically think they were part cat, or wolf, or some shit. It's- disgusting, honestly, you did put up a Helluva fight though, only lost because you got cocky. Good at pushing my buttons, and- I might have a thing for goths, or- emos? I don't know. Regardless, once again- like many people I grow semi-attached to? You absolutely mark what I despise, sex, booze, drugs, arsony, larsony, and generally being a wild fuck. You seem easy to manipulate, desperate for validation, willing to do whatever you need to. You're friends with people in high places, some of which are turncoats, and know many dangerous things. I don't want you ending up becoming a puppet, not because I care, but because you'll be a dangerous lapdog.
Maybe I'm being too harsh on the girl, maybe I care- do I? I don't know, but she sits on the back of my mind and not in a good way, moreso like she's a pipe-bomb, but when is she going to pop?"
Lucky
"Useful, very useful, but if I get called a sub again? I'm going to beat you to death with a rock. That is not the case, at all, whatsoever. Pretty funny guy though, good for a few laughs and some snacks. I don't want to write too much about you. It hurts to write, mentally, physically."
Vasili (Unknown Vort)
"Like all Vortigaunts, I don't trust you guys. You can be useful, powerful even, but we have bad history, bad blood, you know it, and I know it. There's a large, playful group though, all- jeering at me and calling me names. It's annoying, but- if it's how they want to grow affection? Let them, better than having them shooting fucking lightning at me again. If I had a nickel, I'd- have a lot of nickels."
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