ITT: Flamy dumps a lot of RPs into one little thing

WONDER NO MORE ABOUT WHAT IS ANYTHING, THIS IS BASICALLY ALL THE FUNNY STUFF SHANNON AND I DO IN DMs, excluding the extra-funny stuff for ~reasons~

[EN-001] 		STENFIELD: THE BEGINNING
[STEN-001] 		Stenposal
[STEN-002] 		Pattisten
[STEN-003] 		Subtlenfield
[ST-001] 		The Best Sister Ever

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[EN-001] STENFIELD: THE BEGINNING
[3:07 PM] Flamy: Sten gulps. Today, today would be the day! She readjusts her beret to fit more snugly onto her head, and advances towards the ever-beloved Lee-Enfield.

It's not like she's afraid of her, or anything like that! No, no, it was more like...

Enfield is just really important, and all, yeah! She could totally be busy, and not be in a good state of listening to Sten. (She hoped it could be so, she already got a bit of cold feet.)

"Miss Enfield!" Sten stands to attention, beret slightly askew from overworrying. "I-if you would care for it, would you care to have some tea after drills tomorrow?"
[5:58 PM] Shannonigans: The range was quiet save for the hum of the ventilation, and the gentle buzzing of the lights before they went dark, leaving them all blind. Enfield had vanished from view altogether as she flicked a switch, smiling softly to herself. A few seconds later, a loud BANG heralded a shower of orange and blue sparks headed downrange, dissipating before it had gone over a dozen yards- not a normal tracer, but more like a firework than anything.

The lights came on a few seconds later, with Enfield standing right there with her rifle now slung on her shoulder. "Dragon's breath," she grinned. "Got the idea from AA-12, now I know it's damn near useless in combat but...it seems like a good illumination round. Ah yes- tea! I don't believe I have any drills scheduled, luckily enough!"
[10:53 AM] Flamy: Sten shielded her eyes from the sparks. Goodness! All flash and still the same substance. At the same time... With all that majesty, too. Dragon's breath wasn't an awful name any.

"That would be more blinding to us than it would for any Sangvis," She lowered her beret from her face. "Those American T-Dolls have some strange ideas, really. Is it a good idea to listen to them...?"

"Er, well, not to say that I doubt your judgement, miss!" Sheepishly, she scratched the back of her head. "I'm glad that we could spend time together. 'Tis an honour, really!"
[7:01 PM] Shannonigans: "It's actually an interesting concept for those using infrared or NVGs," Enfield smiled patiently. "When you see such a distinctive flash in a nighttime environment... it's much bigger than a muzzle flash, and more compact than a flare...but lasts nowhere near as long. Won't scare the Sangvis blokes into dropping trou and running..." She shrugged. "Can't have them all, really... but it makes a damn good show for you, right, Sten? Always a pleasure, truly."
[9:38 PM] Flamy: "Ah, huh, I guess when you're in the dark, it'd be awfully nice, too, if you were in a pinch," The night time squads always seemed pretty tuckered out, and not just because they were working at such an ungodly hour of day! "...Eh? A good show? Wellllll-" Sten gesticulated a little. wasn't going to say that she approved of it! But she didn't want to offend miss Enfield, because she was so graceful with her rifle. "Watching you at the range is always a pleasure, miss Enfield!"
[10:14 PM] Shannonigans: "There's almost no recoil even, but not enough force to cycle your action... and sadly it's not practical for a pistol cartridge. Now that I think about it, it might be a fun toy, relegated simply to that... it's more spectacular on a shotgun though, what it was built for, really."

"Anyway-"

Enfield smiled, setting her rifle aside and cracking her knuckles.

"Nighttime operations are a right pain, but someone has to do it, right? If you want a spot on a certain one though, feel free to ask, and you'll get to see me all you like..."

She stopped, clearing her throat nervously, regretting that choice of wording and just how weird it sounded. "Oh, bloody hell, I didn't mean to sound conceited or like some damn fool wanker with that, but... [fidget fidget] I do run night operations, and I know that you do look up to me... it's quite flattering, really, and it seems you're quite the lass yourself, truly. That and your record speaks for itself, and I readily respect that- you seem quite competent- more than competent, really!"

Her smile was wide as she beamed down to the admiring T-Doll, folding her arms and nodding appraisingly. Sure, it was an ill hidden secret that Sten looked up to her, and could definitely hold her own in a scuffle. That being said, she was definitely more than capable of being a certain girl's protégé...
[6:09 PM] Flamy: "Yeah, I bet with their buckshot, it'd be a breeze to expose all those Sangvis dolls out in the open," Sten looked up to the ceiling thoughtfully, before Enfield had dragged her down so suddenly with that absurd offer. Really! Her, with someone as amazing as Enfield?

"Oh, no no no!" Sten shook her head, smiling at Enfield. "It's quite fine, really. It'd be an absolute crime for you to not recognize your own ability. It would be an honour to participate in operations with someone as experienced as you." Beret: Back onto her head, just in time for Enfield to drop the revelation onto her. "Ah, I guess I'm not very good at hiding that, huh..." She pressed her index fingers together. It's a topic that's brought up with great teasing by her colleagues, so she's a little embarrassed that even miss Enfield knows it well.
[2:12 PM] Shannonigans: "Maybe not... maybe not... It's not like I judge you for who you're drawn to, not quite sporting, really. "

Ah, there was that, her suspicions confirmed. Sten had always seemed like her biggest fan, and it made sense too- the smaller dolls here always seemed to gravitate towards the rifles or machine guns, even an assault rifle here and there.

*"I do judge on combat records though, like I've mentioned, and yours again really does speak for itself. So without further ado, Sten, welcome to the squad, if only for this mission.

She smiled warmly, though thoughts fulminated in the back of her head.

How the hell was she going to fast track the paperwork to perhaps transfer Sten if she so chose? The damn administration and their paperwork and red tape took too damn long on average.
[10:21 PM] Flamy: The big, cool guns are always the ones that the junior dolls looked up to! Thompson and her gang, MG5 and all those German T-Dolls, why not even mention the highly-respectable AR Team, while Sten was at it? Of course she would look up to a fellow countrywoman like the magnificent, elegant Lee-Enfield!

"R-really? Just like that?" Sten's eyes glowed with a certain shine of hope. "When's the mission? Where do we meet for the briefing? Is there any equipment I should bring? Ah, wait, hold on, they'll probably give any necessary equipment when we're briefed. Who else is participating?"
[6:25 PM] Shannonigans: "Just like that. It's really that simple!"

If Enfield's warmth was to be applied to the rest of her echelon, Sten would be in for a very good time to come. And indeed, Enfield prided herself on that- they may not have been the best individually, but the way they worked together was solid, and made the sum many times greater than its parts. Sure, Bren and Vickers were no five-starrers, but their coordination and their prowess in battle, Enfield hoped, would be as equally wowing to the SMG.

"If today's Tuesday... then officially, intel has the date for our operation set in four days unless we see sufficient troop movement... in which case we're out the door in a jiffy, skipping the briefing at T-minus 18 hours... It's supposed to be interdiction of a Sangvis mining operation- I don't know when the wankers started mining- but... reading between the lines of our orders, which state the presence of a HVT (High Value Target), it's going to be one hell of a mission."

She grinned widely, excitedly, almost as if she were a footballer about to score the game winning kick.

**"We're going to assassinate a Sangvis ringleader."**
[9:18 PM] Flamy: Sten gasped at Enfield's claim. Goal! "A Sangvis ringleader..." The idea honestly scares her. Her first operation, and they're off to take down one of the Sangvis Ferri's finest. And in the middle of a mining operation! She wasn't all for those places none. Still, with Enfield and the other British T-Dolls, Sten couldn't help but want to do her best.

"I... I'll do my best, miss Enfield!" Sten saluted, giving her best determined look. "We're all in this together, after all."
[9:19 PM] Shannonigans: //...fuuuuuuuuhuhhuhuhuuuuuuuuck.. why is it that the way its going here aligns with what i just wrote...
[9:19 PM] Flamy: ~~She'll do anything for friends, even die for them.~~
[9:19 PM] Shannonigans: // ;A;
[9:20 PM] Flamy: // "Miss Enfield, if anything happens, I'll protect you with all I've got, no matter what!"
[9:41 PM] Shannonigans: "That's the spirit."

Enfield nodded happily, clapping Sten on the shoulder. "See, I know you will. You have that fire within you, and it won't be put out on our watch. I'll have your back, we have Bren, Vickers, and Lewis, Webley... Sterling is out though, when Type 99 exploded in the range, it cooked off her grenades, and Sterling's, so... she'll be put back together. They'll both be fine, but such things take time... Anyway, we've got a right team of all-stars and we're all looking forward to meet 'cha, Sten."

Indeed, if this was Sten's first rodeo, Enfield was determined to make it a good one, one to remember, one to learn from, and one to eventually cheer about. But at the same time, despite Sten's good record, this was still her first time on such an operation. And she'd be damned if the girl (or any of her team, for that matter) would come back in anything more than one piece.
[9:54 PM] Flamy: Oh gosh, Sten heard about that incident about Type 99! Someone suspected Sangvis sabotage, but thankfully, some high-ranking undercover T-Dolls cleared up that misunderstanding. Thank goodness nobody was really harmed. Sten feared what it would be like to just... die, without any sort of backup. Well, not die, per se, just having her body destroyed. Humans were so fragile, compared to them, huh.

She smiles earnestly back at Enfield. Just because it was her first time around, wouldn't mean that she couldn't prove herself as a soldier. "A-ah, um, might I be dismissed? I just recalled that I needed to talk with miss L85- We can talk tomorrow, over some tea!"
[9:56 PM] Flamy: ~~I should stop setting up for her inevitable sacrifice.~~
[9:57 PM] Shannonigans: //bap me... why did I write that....
[9:59 PM] Flamy: // Ehehehe~ Don't worry, not like Sten really really really likes Enfield lots!
[10:00 PM] Shannonigans: "Definitely, I'll be looking forward to it. Do tell her I said hello, it's been too long. And..." Enfield noticed the flicker of thought passing Sten's face, laughing it off gently. "Don't you worry, Type 99 only blew up since she was using surplus ammo. Poorly made surplus ammo... sometimes it really doesn't pay to be curious. And oh, if I may impose for one final point... if we are having tea tomorrow I will need you to sign some paperwork for temporary transfer. Bunch of bureaucratic nonsense, really, just formalities and whatnot. But after that... smooth sailing for all."
[10:44 PM] Flamy: "Ah, some paperwork? Not a problem, miss Enfield. Have a wonderful day!" With that, Sten skipped away, headed to the dorms, where L85 surely awaited.

A date with THE Lee-Enfield! What more could Sten ask for? She reckoned just about every junior T-Doll dreamed of such a thing. Still, just being around miss Enfield made her nervous. Her heart was beating quite madly, and only now slowed down with her pacing in the hallways. She really hoped this wouldn't be a regular thing!

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[STEN-001] Stenposal
[11:08 AM] Flamy: ~~"Lady Lee-Enfield, I love you, please marry me!"~~
[11:26 AM] Shannonigans: Ohhh :3
[11:28 AM] Flamy: What's her reaction :>
[11:40 AM] Shannonigans: Single:

”Oho... oh! That’s... that’s incredibly sweet darling, I... wow, whew, that’s quite a lofty offer... truly, and someday... ask me that again, and I’ll say yes, let’s both spend some time close until we’re ready! No worries, none whatsoever Sten, I’m just... whew, quite in a tizzy!”
[4:16 PM] Flamy: ~~How sweet of you to try and avoid explicitly saying that you're rejecting Sten, Lee-Enfield~~
[4:18 PM] Shannonigans: (less rejecting, more- “i’m not ready, but stick with me, i’m open to it down the road”)
[4:19 PM] Flamy: ...Yeah, you're right, she's not quite rejecting her, huh
[4:20 PM] Flamy: Sten would never propose to her if she knew Lee-Enfield was with Thompson
[4:20 PM] Shannonigans: Still a happy possibility for her to be like a little sister~
[4:21 PM] Shannonigans: but assuming enfield was single... well, sten would just have to do a little work :3

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[STEN-002] Pattisten
[3:23 PM] Flamy: Sten raises herself on the tips of her toes, reaching as high as she could, vaguely resembling a child trying to grab a cookie jar, except she was just trying to get the lid, and the lid was Lee-Enfield's head. "There, I did it!"
[3:26 PM] Shannonigans: "Oho! Hello, Sten, Thank.... thank you for that!"

Gently, she ruffles the smaller girl back with a lot less effort needed.

"What's on your mind?"
[3:31 PM] Flamy: Sten hums happily while Enfield gives her some much-sought-after attention, keeping her hands behind her. "Just wanted to see if I could pat you on the head. You always do it to me, so..."
[3:35 PM] Shannonigans: "A rather sweet gesture, Sten, well, it's most appreciated, truly!"

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[STEN-003] Subtlenfield
[8:58 AM] Flamy: Sten sidles up close to Lee-Enfield when she thinks she isn't looking, looks around, and then quickly leans up to peck her on the cheek.
[6:52 PM] Shannonigans: Without skipping a beat, Enfield turns around and leans down to plant a kiss right on Sten's forehead before straightening back up like nothing has happened at all.
[9:01 PM] Flamy: Sten's cheeks burn a nice, bright tomato-red, and she looks away, trying to hide her face from her superior.
[9:11 PM] Shannonigans: "Turnabout is fair play, you know, dear."
[9:17 PM] Flamy: "I know, but..." She makes a sort of simmering noise, then deflates a little. "Miss Enfield, you're so amazing, and I... I like it when we're close." She turns back to face Lee-Enfield, smiling wide.

"Let's do it for real, this time."
[9:30 PM] Shannonigans: "Oh, Sten... you know how to flatter a girl. But just... let me know what 'for real' means, it... it could mean plenty of things."
[9:33 PM] Flamy: "I want us to kiss for real. None of these pecks or forehead kisses. A kiss on..." Sten struggles with trying to make known her desires, her feelings, gesticulating at the air. "A kiss on... the- Y-you know where!"

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Feelings Hard as Sterling
[9:04 PM] Flamy: "Sterling, it's okay, the Sangvis only put one bullet in your hat!"
[9:06 PM] Shannonigans: "I've noticed. It seems like they were trying to hurt my feelings with that. They have succeeded. Fortunately my feelings regenerate at twice the speed of a normal doll."
[9:09 PM] Flamy: T-twice as fast, huh. What a truly amazing Doll, Sterling. Sten very slightly sweats. Thankfully, she believed Sten, and didn't realize that it had the same caliber as Sten's misfired Parabellum cartridge, which now remained lodged on the inside of their closet. In an attempt to cover this up, she decides to sigh in relief.

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[ST-001] The Best Sister Ever
[6:49 AM] Flamy: ~~Between Op. Pickaxe and now, Sten asks Sterling what she would do if she went to an ice cream store, only to find out that all the ice cream was sold out~~
[6:52 AM] Shannonigans: ”A slurry of sugar, fat, and calories? No thanks,” she scoffs, biting into what looks like a very uncomfortably tough piece of jerky and failing, looking more like a dog gnawing on a bone than anything.
[6:56 AM] Flamy: Sten sighs, closing her eyes as she attempts to bury her face deeper into her pillow. "Fine, then. It's a jerky store."
[7:03 AM] Shannonigans: ”Oh please. There is no such thing as a jerkhrthhgh sthehhhr- arrghtlgh-“

The sound of Sterling choking down her ration jerky rather uncomfortably was punctuated by rather unpleasant coughs before Sterling spoke up weakly again.

”Fine. I’ll see what your ‘jerky’ is like. I wonder if Enfield would enjoy the works, or whatever the deluxe version is...”
[7:06 AM] Shannonigans: //oh yeah, she’s prolly a massive suck-up to Enfield and wants the spot of squad leader
[7:06 AM] Flamy: Sten responds by flipping the pillow so it covered her ears, and making a pained scream muffled only by the mattress.

Wow, she has not reacted this strongly to Sterling mentioning Enfield before. She was so excited about meeting her yesterday, too! This must mean she's doubtly excited.
[7:22 AM] Shannonigans: Wheeze

Sterling stands to the side awkwardly, lowering the half eaten piece of leather jerky. For a few seconds, she didn’t speak. No, she hadn’t said anything particularly offensive, why was Sten like this? Answer. Someone had wronged her.

Slowly, deliberately, she removed her blazer, as if to drape it around the girl’s shoulders, instead tying it around her waist as she sat down, the bed creaking softly with the weight of her lithe form.

”Sister.”

Her normally stern, level demeanor had retained its normal tenor, but a softness had crept into the abrasiveness of her sharp voice.

”Who did this to you? Where are they?” That scream was... to be frank, not ok.

And to think that someone had driven Sten to this point made the SMG bristle angrily.
[7:51 AM] Flamy: Sten notices the bed shifting to accomodate Sterling's weight, fuming at herself for making her sister so concerned.

"Nobody did, Sterling." Nobody? She usually blames the Sangvis Ferri for any problems not related to her colleagues. "Just..." Sten sighs. "Just don't mention HER right now."
[8:00 AM] Shannonigans: ”Her... so it was someone here.”

Sterling puffed out her chest, looking rather miffed.

”As assistant (to the) Squad Leader  I will bring this up to Enfield and the perpetrator will receive a full disadulation. You have my word. I know it hurts but we need to know in order to carry out justice.”

Sterling completely missed the point... but in her voice was pure steel, a resolve to avenge the hurt done upon her sister.
[9:04 AM] Flamy: Sterling, in all her ignorance at times, has quite a bit of heart. Even if hearing Enfield and seeing her face flicker in and out of Sten's mind makes her heart twinge in pain, that reminder of Sterling's love for her makes her smile, just a little.

"No, there's no need to be so extreme, Sterling," Sten releases the pillow, peeking at her sister from underneath, eyes a bit watery, "Just you will be fine."
[9:05 AM] Shannonigans: ”It is my duty,” Sterling stated simply. ”As assistant [to the] squad leader, and as a sister.”
[9:23 AM] Flamy: Sten sighs. Oh, Sterling, how earnestly simple you are. She really put her everything into what she did. She gets up, knees pressing down on the mattress. "C'mere, you."

Sten wraps her arms around Sterling's waist, sniffling a little, resting her head on Sterling's shoulder. "Squad Leader's busy, anyways. I'll be going with her, so I'll tell it to her then. You don't need to-" Her monochromatically melancholic tone cracks, and she buries her head into Sterling more. "Don't worry, it'll be fine."
[8:01 PM] Shannonigans: Sterling was stiff, as if hugging didn't come naturally to her. But there was an undeniable warmth, deep down, even if the girl didn't know how to express it. Gently, she backed off, pulling a handkerchief from her pocket, holding it out to Sten, while her other arm reached out to awkwardly, gently rub her older sister's back. That, to her seemed more natural. Sure, Sterling was a stiff, uptight gal, but she'd be damned if any harm would befall those she was beholden to.

"I can't go with you. As assistant [to the] squad leader, I must stay behind and manage my subordinates, in case the operation goes badly. If you're hurt, if Enfield is killed, if Bren or Vickers are incapacitated or captured. I- We will be right there in the event of an emergency, mark my words. And if the worst happens, I am more than prepared to become the squad leader. All that needs to happen is for her to say the word, really..."

Sterling's protective instinct at its best- a little blunt, a little tactless, but straightforward, armor-piercing, and direct- she meant every word she said.
[7:56 PM] Flamy: "Yeah yeah, but... No, what I meant is," Sten accepts the handkerchief, dabbing at her eyes with it. She attempts to ingest some hard to swallow thoughts, but her throat's a little blocked with sentiment, and she shakes her head, the loosed blonde locks that normally are tied up waving along. "...Never mind. You're a great little sister, you know that? The bestest a Doll could ever have."

Sterling doesn't need to know what it felt like to lose at love. Dolls are effectively immortal, but their feelings aren't. Even if Enfield or Bren or anyone died, even Sten herself, they could be brought back. It's not like they were humans or anything.
[8:22 PM] Shannonigans: Pat pat pat. If poor Sten could feel any better, then she would have done her job.

"False. I am your only sister, and the best, consequentially. Likewise for yourself as well- you are my only sister, and therefore, the best sister I have, or will ever have." Every rule had an exception- feelings died when the girls died, but no matter what, no matter what would come between the two SMGs, no matter how hard life would try to hurt one or tear away the other... Sterling would always be that obstinate, socially unaware, authoritarian, churlish girl.

But sometimes, her blunt, blatant honesty let feelings through she had no knowledge of how to express, cast light on instincts that she wouldn't soon forget.