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[brandedjustice]

Who: Commodore Smoker [ brandedjustice], Agent Shi-Long Lang [ justicefangs ], OPEN
What: Task Force sign ups and interviews.
Where: Task Force HQ, warehouse on the docks.
When: Yesterday, uwah.
Notes: It might be easiest if everyone makes a separate post so that either Smoker or Lang can speak to candidates on a solo basis. Think of it like a waiting room and each is being

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[7livesleft]

Seemed like Spike was late. If he ever left really left, he didn't remember any of it... and maybe that makes sense. He was dead back home, so there was nothing for him to return to once they kick him out. Took him a while to come around the docks again, but they were probably expecting him there. At least this place was more familiar. Run down and dingy, and that's what he always liked about it. Besides, where else was he going to go?

Doesn't take him too long to spot Smoker, talking with some guy he vaguely recognized. -- Recruiting again. Looked like he's starting right where he left off. Spike hung around the edge of the building, watching what's going on out front with a lit cigarette in his mouth. He'll wait until they're done, then see if there's anything to eat around there that hasn't gone bad. Hard to tell how long he'd been away, so that may be wishful thinking.

Here's hoping one of the new guys can cook.

[brandedjustice]

After the Commodore was finished, he padded outside, one cigar in hand. He knew he was going through his supplies fast, but that was what Nuadoria did to him - upped the smoking, downed his belief in mankind. Vicious cycle, but he dealt with it the best he could. Sometimes, he screamed about it, threw something, and did his rounds to calm his temper. Sometimes he brooded. Actually, he brooded a lot

for participation~

[justicefangs]

Out of view, but not out of earshot, Lang's disembodied voice enthusiastically interviewed some poor soul. The recruit's replies varied: confused. irritated.

Fwippppp.Oh. There's that damn scroll.

[7livesleft]

There wasn't a lot of talking coming from Spike's end of the conversation, but that didn't mean he wasn't glad to hear Smoker. He came and went, everyone did, but usually the days he was around were better than the days he wasn't. While Spike didn't always share his work ethic, he could respect what he tried to do. And the bounty hunter owed him his life too many times over not to stand by him. Men and honor, something like that.

Spike grinned, still lingering at the edge of the building as he followed his gaze. If it had changed, he wasn't the one to notice. Not the type to think about those things too deeply; always seemed the same to him. "Nope. Not at all."

Finishing off his cigarette, he crushed it under his shoe. Everything seemed relaxing so far. Almost made him want to bet how long that was going to last, but Smoker might take it the wrong way, so he stuck to business instead. "How many have you got this time? --"

And that's when he heard the noises in the background and perked an eyebrow. Heh, glad he managed to skip that

[brandedjustice]

"More than last time." Smoker moved in and right past Spike, eyes to the sea. They were always there, watching the waves lap at the edges; Nuadoria made him miss that ocean, miss the life he had back home. Though nothing was perfect, and with the war over he had started to rethink the Marine hierarchy. But that was nothing for Spike or anyone else to know.

Thankfully, Lang's boasts interrupted that particular train of thought. "Agent Lang is grilling another one inside," Smoker gestured backwards with his thumb. "Keeps him busy at least."

The Commodore had a hard expression on, his brows furrowed tight. The lines in his face were a bit more distinct, as if he were worried about something. "Have you been here the entire time."

It wasn't a question - it was a concern.

sorry for taking so long /shakes work;;;

[7livesleft]

Honestly, he should have a hard time answering that. "I wasn't." His lack of elaboration should be clue enough that details on that subject might be hard to get. How would he know? "For a while after you left the last time though, sure. Long enough to see the world end once or twice."

He remembered Lang now. Seemed like it'd been years ago, but he couldn't be positive when he'd seen him last. Shows how much he pays attention. "Anyone from your world nowadays?"