[closed]

[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 ... ?"