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                                                         Mine

While waiting for an answer quietly, nervousness soon begins to overtake the brunette. Not able to keep it up for much longer. In all reality? Em isn't ready nor would she ever be able to lead this sort of life, it's really a wonder how she made it this far. Pressure of anxiety is starting to surface even more so now than ever given the tension and yes this indeed causes the female to "glitch" out for a few seconds. It doesn't stop, the will to not want to be seen and yet the will to be seen in battle of one another. Wanting nothing more than to keep the succession to attempt to break out of this stupid issue. Then it's like a wish came true, a tornado of blue and...gifts!? Em jumps a bit feeling a Micky Mouse headband/hat is placed right on top of her head. Mugs, necklaces, all sorts of Disney merchandise just...just all over the place! Then a well known voice followed by the appearance of the blue saviour himself! Stress and tension is lessened if just for a bit. Watching the scene unfold Em seems to relax some. "Dex! H-hey, I-I thought i-it was too q-quiet a-around here, g-glad to h-ha..have you back." The comment about the music wasn't reacted to given the relief that whirled right the heck on in. This is great, or was until Jack barked the order to go out and into formation, "Y-yes sir!" Just like old times, it can't be helped. Mmm? Oh, "It depends. Last base they meant to get into a formation but I think he means to line up as well." Smiles softly from the wink only to follow directly after. Moving right up behind Ellie, Em stands there and focuses on the ground. Breath...in and out. Both hands gently ball up and relax.



                                     Nico(EverGreen)

Nico had taken more time than he should have to get dressed into sweats. This may have been because his nerves were a little wrecked. At least, the man who seems to be in charge had welcomed him to the squad. If the women had a problem with him, he would have heard something about it already?...Hopefully nothing went wrong. He took in a deep breath and stared at the distant, blurry reflection of his off of the locker near his bunk bed. "Alright. Nico...You got this…" he stated with a reassuring nod. However, his nerves soon broke. He still needs a moment to relax. He still has not got it since he made a bad decision. One thought rushed into his mind. YOU WALKED INTO THE WRONG BARRACKS YOU TURDBLOSSOM. He began to attempt to convince himself through his voice. "Sir...No.." he shook his head. His voice now stronger and more prominent. "Sir!" He shook his head a little but he accepted it. Much better than it was. It was time, they were called outside for formation(C)

..Which..What is formation? No time to think! He sprinted outside of the barracks and followed the crowd until he would do his best to judge the scene before him. The moment he notices a pattern of how everyone is standing, he will stand to fill a gap where someone should be. Or...at least where he thinks someone should be. His chest slightly puffed, his chin lifted up, and his feet facing forward. Wait? How is everyone else standing?! Copy them! He does his best to copy them and keeps his eyes forward. Trying his best to show nerves of steel! Yea-no...It is slightly obvious by the way his hands shake a little under this pressure. (E)


                                       Erran

Sapphire optics would blink gently as the gaze they held, indifferent and to be quite honest unimpressed, rested on the squad of newcomers. Slowly they tightened, eyelids forming a minuscule squint which appeared in unison with the smirk that crept upon otherwise flawless lips. 'Sir', the title was a humorous label which Erran knew would possibly set off a nerve in Jack; they would soon learn not to address him in a manner. Or maybe they'd do what he did, and simply utilize the title to annoy the man in times of humor.-c-

Slowly he approached the troupe, a male garbed in simple sweats and a black tank top which held the caption, "Superhuman" upon it like a mocking declaration of the wearer's qualities. The clothing was form fitting, not ridiculously tight, but enough to accentuate his muscled form and lithe body. If gods could chisel such a marvel themselves, Erran or otherwise known as Fenrir would be the pinnacle of mortal men's beauty. Though despite his calm demeanor, he seemed to be restraining himself in a fashion. Without discipline, he'd have moved quicker than some may imagine for a walking speed. Time, however, had taught restraint to the male as he learned his newfound capabilities, and lack of ability for that matter. A calloused hand rose to run through his locks of golden-blonde hair before he ushered a sigh and came to stand in front of the group to simply eye them, much like a wolf did to a rabbit before consumption. -c-

"New recruits," he asked gently, his tone holding a hint of amusement to it. His voice came off as sweet honey, and each syllable which rolled off his tongue echoed with an edge of education and proper diction behind it. "They seem to get more....interesting as each load comes in."-e-

                                                         Freak

                                                ..Hmm.. seems like I got here right on cue', the blue male would think to himself while having observed the sort of tense vibes the room was giving off just before he made his grand entrance; even with that goofy grin of his persisting through the brief introductions. There was some real nice energy coming off from Ellie, nice and bright. The others seemed a tad more shy, or maybe distracted, hard to tell right off the bat. Still, his entrance had helped stabilize Emily's glitchy'ness a bit, as he had hoped. Now… about those orders Jack had just barked out. You could just feel the sheer power and absolute dominance coming out of that manly, studmuffin's shout; which you could just tell oozed out nothing but the purest of confidence. A truly impacting Fus Ro Dah coming from the Boss Man, if he had ever heard one. Freak had to do something special in order to properly honor such a mighty command. [c]

Being one of the last few out the door would help what he did next. "Well you heard the man! Go, go, go!! Let's move it, FREAKS!" And with that, Freak would explode with a Bang, into an entire Army of Toy Soldier Freaks, all of which responded in clear and loud unison, "SIR, YES SIR." There were pocket-sized freaks all over the place. Some crawling to the line up as if already doing military drills. Others sprinting in formation, shoulder-to-shoulder, while chanting along, and the upper top half all parachuting down to rejoin those at ground level. With a couple of them seen driving around toy jeeps and tanks along the sides and back ranks, while the main 'freaky' force traveled down the center. It was truly a sight to behold. "One, Two, Three, Four, - Captain Jack means all-out war~ Hip, Hah,

Hoo-rah, - His might will crush all, fellas.~" [c]
Out the door they'd start to resemble into Freak, once they'd find the right spot to line up at, but like any true freak, some would stray off to do their own thing. Sneaky lil' deserters that they were known to be. But they were doing so well earlier…, yeah, probably pretending so that they wouldn't draw any attention before making it out the door. So where would they decide to go anyways? (While leaving freak partially incomplete.) To Emily, of course. Those little bastards starting to use their military training for nefarious purposes as they began to use climbing gear to conquer the tall, sexy drink that was now Mount Emily. They really wanted to go for those gorgeous, mountainous peaks,.. if you know what I mean… The real Freak, giving a couple of displeased glances at the rowdy lil bunch while remaining in formation. "Pssst, stop that, get back here. That's an order." He'd whisper dominantly to them, only to be responded with wacky 'no way in hell' poses. [c]

This, of course, being followed by tongues being rudely stuck out at him. "Oi. Don't make me break formation and go over there. I mean it!" Again he'd whisper to them while the speedy lil' dashy devils continued to climb and dash about Emily's form, the most sneaky two of the bunch making it over to her shoulders and performing a silly, angel vs. devil bit trying to really get a laugh out of her, as if the tiny tickles weren't enough. They were really out of control. Kinda. -Like Freak before them, they just wanted some time off. So they secretly decided to climb Mount Emily for some skydiving and hand gliding fun. After which, they'd promptly return to finish, properly reforming all of Freak's trademarked, crazy hair. Freak, also, trying his best not to laugh at their shenanigans as they eventually made their way back to him and began one last climb to finish the reformation. -Ahem- Right. Line up, belatedly, yet still successfully accomplished. [e]




                                                          Jack


It was a very good thing Jack couldn't read minds very well yet. If he head half of the littany in Dexter's head he might have blown the whole place up with his powers, along with everyone in it. Instead, nervous, worrying Jack stood there with a look on his face that was easy to read: a lot of doubt anyone was going to obey, surprise when people began to move out, frustration that they hadn't actually hopped...This lot was going to be difficult. Almost wanting to whine, he turned to glance at Moses as if to ask why me, then headed out after the others, watching his step to make sure he didn't squash any little toy soldiers. Muttering under his breath, he looked up and down the ragged line they'd made, glanced at uncertain faces, shook his head. "Alright, we're marching over to the training fields," Jack said a little ruefully, and began to set out. He didn't call a cadance for them, just watched to see what these people were like. The ladies weren't taking it seriously[C]
enough, and Freak - well, Jack wondered if it were possible for him to take anything seriously. Once they were a bit of a ways beyond the barracks, Jack started to walk backwards so he could look at them all easily. His voice was low, but enough to carry to the small group, "There's a point to all of this. Understand I'm not shouting orders to be mean, or because I like to torture anyone with PT. There's things that need to be said that we can't talk about at the barracks. Anyone want to guess why that is?"

                                                           Ellie (Glow)


          Okay, so the guy called Freak broke into many smaller versions of himself and they all started climbing over Emily. Ellie raised an eyebrow, looking at Emily. "Em, you okay?" She had no idea if this was annoying or upsetting the other woman but if it was, Ellie would definitely be there to lend a hand and smack something. There was another new man there as well, wearing a shirt that read 'Superhuman,' watching them like the group was some sort of prey animal and Ellie narrowed her eyes a little, giving him a hard stare before blinking and coming back to herself as Captain Jack marched himself up and down the line, resisting the urge to yawn as she stood with her hip cocked and her arms folded, his expression easier to read than 'See Spot Run' and he looked like this was the last thing o

n Earth he wanted to be doing, but honestly? It was the last thing on Earth she wanted to be doing as well. When he said they were to 'march' over to the training fields, Ellie shrugged and started to amble along to the beat of the music playing through the single earbud in her ear, hands stuffed in her pockets as she looked around whilst the group raggedly made their way in the direction Captain Jack wanted them to go in. He was talking quietly to them, asking them why they couldn't talk about things at the barracks and she raised her hand before speaking anyway. "Hmm, let me guess, is it because, and this is me guessing here, is it because the powers that be like to record all of our conversations in case we decide to go bananas?" She took her other hand out of her pocket and rolled her

palms together, creating a baseball sized ball of light, then another, and a third, holding them all in one hand as she started to juggle with them as she walked, looking at Jack with a grin. "Is it because they know that people are going to be, and excuse the language, a little pissy that they got dragged out of their lives to come and do this 'hero' bullshit when all they wanted to do was live a normal life? And they practically got kidnapped to come and do something they don't believe in? Because they'd rather not be a weapon in the hands of the clumsy child that is our government?" She kept juggling the balls but didn't take her eyes off of Jack, the smile still on her face as she ambled along with the group. "Is that the reason we can't talk back at the barracks, Captain?"




                                                         Me

Eyes still glued to the ground and the urge to just run and hide to recharge is on the high. It is still evident that Em isn't cut out for this sort of thing no matter what the government said. But there is an understanding that people fear the unknown...like when it comes down to everything. When it comes down to it all it isn't just her but many others out there who feel like...no knows that there is no place for them in a setting like this. A nervous break down is imminent the more this goes on, like at the last base. No, another episode couldn't happen and there is enough willpower to see that it doesn't. 'Just remember to breathe and know that all of this will be over', is repeated over and over like a mantra. It did some good, left some solace in it all. Even as the sound of footsteps of people coming out and falling in line. Head raised and

eyes forward and the mental mantra on repeat. Chocolate covered optics sweep over whatever they can, missing the tiny Dexes that seem to run forth. "H-huh, what?" What was Ellie talking about? O-oh! T-that's what she is talking about. Seeing the tiny little Dexters just climbing up like she was some sort of mountain, the brunette's optics go wide only to look over to at Dex for a second as he seems to be calling to them? And they seem to be ignoring their owner. Eyes on Ellie, "I-I umm...t-think it's alright. T-they are not doing any harm," Clearly unnerved but nothing too bad, yet. Once they have rested on each shoulder both hands are brought up to gently pat their heads. "S-see. H-heh, t-thank you though." It is also noticed that the person wearing the "Superhuman" shirt is noticed but does her best to avoid his gaze. Nico is here, Cat is here, D

ex, Ellie, a-and Jack. There is some comfort in knowing that some are here...really but it doesn't stop the female from "glitching" out as it where. People's perceptions of Em, or well her own perception, of being there goes from wanting to be seen and not wanting to be seen. It's hard...so hard but then? Hearing what Jack has to say, eyes are on him. Then back to Ellie as she well, hits the nail on the head and even more so. "I-I don't think he wants to be here either Ellie, I-umm...don't really think anyone w-wants to be here." That soft voice is so small from nervousness. "B-but, I would have to agree because our c-conversations could be recorded. It's b-better to be in a space w-where we won't be easily recorded o-or have the l-looming threat of getting in trouble." Eyes to Jack as though to ask for patience but maybe that too was a bold move?


                                     Cat
Cat had been spacing out largely after handing Jack her dossier and just tagging along with the rest of those assembled. She was a bit lost as to the thread of the conversations that had been taking place. Snapping back into reality Cathryn was surprised to see that her fingertips were crackling with electricity. Wide eyed as she fell into line, ending up as close to Emily as possible, as she was more comfortable around Emily. Having known her the longest out of all the group of assembled people. Her senses were going haywire at this point, with so many people around she was feeling the flow of electricity from anyone close enough to her. The firing of synapses and such was a bit overwhelming for her, but at least she was in control for once. Studying those assembled, she didn't say anything just yet, not really sure what they were getting up to here either. (short is short, sorry kinda lost as too what's going on really.)




                                            Erran


                                          Slowly the male matched gazes with Ellie and he simply smirked at her, though it may have come off as a tad bit arrogant in one way or another. It was then that his arms rose to cross over his chiseled chest before he shifted his weight to his back leg and rested at a slanted stance. The male himself was not an overbearing, muscled fellow; no, his form was more suited for that of an Olympic gymnast or a swimmer. Tanned flesh was pulled taut over lean fibers of corded muscle, mimicking the same feel as one would upon looking at a panther on the prowl. It was then that his gaze moved to the others, and he silently counted them off, lips composed of velvet flesh wording the numbers before he paused and fell upon the blue fellow. Just what exactly was this? It was then he chuckled and offered the being known as Freak a warm smile, much like an old friend laying eyes upon a long-lost comrade. "I suppose I will be assisting you in training them," he ushered to Jack. -c-

"Seems like an interesting group, the last one had a few useless people in it. These ones show more promise....I hope." Erran moved to face the others, one hand rising from the folded position on his abdomen to scratch his chin in a thoughtful manner. His gaze drifted to the barracks, then back to the group and he smiled a shit-eating grin if they had ever seen one. "Don't worry," he assured them. "I'm in the same boat as you, as much as most folks in this encampment are; apparently Uncle Same deemed it more of a waste of my time to stay at home and run my corporations." The male shrugged, and he came to rest his hands on his hips. "Personally I think making money is more important, if I wanted to play hero I would have joined the Boys in Blue. Name's Erran by the way, my call sign in the field is Fenrir however. And you each are...?" -e-