Patrol Three

[flowers_suck]

[Day]
[Action A: Walking through the streets of Mayfield, you may spot Olivier, sun glinting off the hilt of the sword at her side, the front of her dress soiled with dirt from the tray of daisies she carries.]

[Action B: Again walking through Mayfield, but this time in a clean dress, with a sewing mannequin under one arm and a bag full of fabric

Comments

Early the Next Morning

[snipingmissy]

[Hawkeye wouldn't call herself paranoid. She'd call herself vigilant. Which is why, when she cut through the park on her way to work to catch some fresh air, at the sound of all-out confrontation taking place she carefully drew her weapon and approaches the thicket of trees. She moved silently, clicking off the safety of her weapon and slid through the branches, and only barely caught herself. Her eyes widened as she saw Armstrong beating up a mannequin, but she doesn't move to lower her gun.

Maybe a teensy bit paranoid, ok.]

General Armstrong?

Re: Early the Next Morning

[flowers_suck]

[Olivier stops mid-kick and whirls around, fists curled and held high. She raises a brow at Riza's drawn gun.]

You're more than welcome to join me in training, Hawkeye, but no putting holes in my punching bag.

Early the Next Morning

[snipingmissy]

[It takes a moment, but she lowers the weapon, frowning.]

If you'd like to not be assaulted you may not want to hide quite so much.

Olivier doesn't make sense here...defensive much?

[flowers_suck]

[She lowers her hands to her side. She realizes that Riza is in her uniform. Evidently, she had lost track of time.]

I'm not in hiding, I'm just not out in the open. [She represses a cringe at her own lack of logic. She just hadn't wanted any gawkers, not yet at least, nor had she wanted to wake up her house by using the back yard. Not to mention, she might be slightly hungover and doesn't want to deal with strangers atm.]

A

[freakinblur]

[Don't mind Scout here. He knew Olivier well during her last time here.

But this guy comes running up to her all of a sudden.]

Major Gen'ral! Yer back again!?

Re: A

[flowers_suck]

[Don't mind her stare, she's just trying to decide how to let you know she can't remember anything from the last time she was here.]

Unfortunately. Although, I suppose my being here is better than a drone of me walking around. And you are?

[freakinblur]

Who'm I? Aw man, don't tell me you don't remember bein' here now!

D: I'm so glad wristsniper told me this would be happening.

[flowers_suck]

[She's realizing that she really needs to make a phone call to get whats left of the resistance Jolt told her about back together, so she doesn't have to keep explaining her lack of memories to practically everyone she meets.]

Not at all.

Action A

[jaws5sonofjaws]

[Mart recognizes Olivier from the last time she was in Mayfield. And drove around in a tank.]

Hey!

Crazy blonde tank lady!

Haven't seen you around in awhile.

Re: Action A

[flowers_suck]

[She ignored the 'hey', that could have been for anyone, but the 'Crazy blonde tank lady!' she is sure is meant for her, and directs her attention to him. She suspects that means she had a tank before, and this makes her incredibly happy, because it means she might have one again.]

Probably because I just arrived during that horrible milk drinking even. Did I know you before?

Re: Action A

[jaws5sonofjaws]

[Mart wodners why she doesn't recognize him...]

You don't remember-?

Oh!

You must be 'rebooted' or something like that. I think it mentioned it in the handbook.

And yeah, we're best friends and you let me drive your tank! [Lies! But he still would like to drive that tank.]

Re: Action A

[flowers_suck]

[Rebooted? She doesn't know what the word means. She recognizes that lie about the tank, she doesn't let anyone drive her tank. She narrows her eyes at him.]

If you really knew me, you'd know I wouldn't trust you enough to believe that I let you drive my tank.

D (oh dear previous cr will make this super awkward)

[lunawolves10th]

[ A huge, sun-blotting figure looms behind Olivier. How he managed roll up on her is a mystery to anyone unfamiliar with the Astartes, 8 foot tall super soldiers that they are. He speaks, in a chest-vibrating basso. ]

Major General. By the Throne it is good to see you again. [ Backlit by the sun is an enormous blonde man. Even bigger than her brother, in gunmetal gray armor scoured clean of any insignia, his helm mag-clamped to his waist, a huge gun that looks more like a cannon clamped to his right thigh, a tremendous sword with chain teeth clamped to the left. ]

Re: D (not too awkward , I hope...I've only read wristsniper's intro post...)

[flowers_suck]

[Olivier is surprised that she didn't see the giant of a man before he spoke, nor had she heard any indication of his arrival. She takes a moment to appreciate his armor, and the attached weapons, before speaking.]

And it's good to see a well-armed soldier, but I can't say I recall ever having met you before. [Cue her frustration with Mayfield.]

Re: D (not too awkward , I hope...I've only read wristsniper's intro post...)

[lunawolves10th]

Oh... I.... [ The huge man looks awkward. ]

I had fought by the side of the major general against those that ruled this place, before. My name is Garviel Loken and I a... I am a member of the Legiones Astartes.

Re: D (not too awkward , I hope...I've only read wristsniper's intro post...)

[flowers_suck]

[She wipes her hands on her pants and holds on out.]

Well met, [She's taken a liking to that phrase since hearing it.] Garviel Loken.

Do you have the contacts for anyone else from the resistance?