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[chttrbox_recon]

Who: chttrbox_recon and evaskullface
What: Deciding who gets the honor of not leading until Thom gets back.
Where: Spartan Haus Kitchen
When: Shortly after Ridley's post
Warning: Spartans being indecisive. Language. Emile.

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[evaskullface]

Meanwhile, Emile had just realized at O'Brien's questioning that he had no idea what the chain of command looked like anymore. Regardless of who the little ODST said he'd follow, Emile had no desire at all to lead anything, especially another Spartan. Sure, he was fine with taking tactical command, but strategic? Very, very not his style.

So it wasn't long before he was down in the kitchen, standing there and frowning under this helmet.

"Three."

[chttrbox_recon]

"Four."

Jun's helmet was by his rifle. He was checking his extra rounds now, one set easily attained at his shoulder, another he slides into his softcase. He's got a razorlike calm about him, but it flickers with a moment of indecision. The eight hundred pound gorilla in the room.

"So ... your call?" Subtly deferring leadership across the table.

[evaskullface]

Fun fact: a Spartan-III in armor is almost as heavy as an eight hundred pound gorilla, and much more likely to tear your arms off when displeased. That is to say, Emile quickly shook his head.

"I ain't a leader, Jun, you know that. Your call."

[chttrbox_recon]

Even Jun would try to avoid a displeased Emile, but he really doesn't want to be the one making the decisions.

"Like I'm any better." He leans against the table for a moment, thinking, before hesitantly suggesting, "Perhaps we should ... flip a coin for it, or something ... ?"

[evaskullface]

Emile nodded at that. There was always the slightly terrifying chance that he might win, but there was a good 50% chance Jun would win, too. That sounded much safer.

"Sure. You got any coins?"

[chttrbox_recon]

Jun pats his tac pouch, but he already knows the only thing in there are extra rounds, some glow sticks, and emergency rations.

"No, I don't. You wouldn't happpen to have any?" This was turning out to be a brilliant plan alright. Maybe if they delayed it long enough, Thom would get back and they wouldn't have to change anything.

[evaskullface]

"Fresh out." What a dilemma. Emile thought for a little. He'd seen a coin recently, he could have sworn.

"Think the Master Chief might've left one in his room."

[chttrbox_recon]

Coins were more of a novelty, really, especially here.

"Well, best way to find out is to go look." Jun leads the way from the kitchen to where John had been bunking. It almost felt sacrilegious to disturb his room, considering what a legend he was, but this was an emergency.

[evaskullface]

Emile silently promised not to hurt the coin as he waled in after Jun apprehensively.

"Why d'you suppose he carried one around, anyway?"

Any subject was better than 'oh Emile please be the leader'.

[chttrbox_recon]

"I dunno." He's still a little shy about poking around, mostly casting a cursroy glance at the surroundings.

Hopefully some of his luck rubs off on me and Emile will win. He reaches out with a single finger and gently pulls open a drawer, reverently peering inside. Rifling through Master Chief's stuff. What would Carter say?

There's a pang at that thought, and he slides the drawer closed. "Not here."

[evaskullface]

If Carter were here, they wouldn't have this problem. Emile glanced around the room for the disc-shape (since looking for a metallic glint would just yield too many results). He spots it over on a nightstand and picks it up.

"We'll put it back when we're done. You want to call it?"

[chttrbox_recon]

Oh good, operation Not Me can continue. He goes to stand next to Emile and look at the little metal disc as if it holds the entire world.

"Sure sure. Ah, yeah, uh ... tails."

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[evaskullface]

He flipped the coin, with the eagle clutching arrows in its talons on one side and the face of some dead leader on the other. No wonder Jun had chosen the tails side.

Grabbing it out of the air with a Spartan's reflexes, Emile slapped it onto his forearm and swore.

"Heads."

\o/

[chttrbox_recon]

Jun can't help it, he shifts a little in relief.

"OKay, Boss. What's the plan?"

[evaskullface]

Oh hell no.

"Plan is best two out of three. You flip it this time."

[chttrbox_recon]

O-oh. Jun pauses a moment and then reaches out for the coin.

"Alright," Not enthusiastic at all. "Here goes -- call it!" He flips it, feeling a little apprehension.