Group 1 Troop 2

  • Group 1 Troop 2

     Max updated 10 years, 9 months ago 15 Members · 155 Posts
  • Ickle Wickle Dickle-chan

    Member
    January 22, 2014 at 6:18 pm

    Unzipping her hands from around Master Bell’s waist, Addy waited for the platter to finish microwaving. She hadn’t seen Master Bell since a while ago when Addy saw a squirrel on the edge of the forest chewing a nut. It was so tempting just watching it eat so unsuspectingly…if she could have sneaked up on it she might have been able to actually catch one of them for once! And so that’s exactly what she tried to do, hiding behind the trees near it, but even out of sight her footsteps were much too strong and her excited breathing much too heavy so the squirrel was able to figure out where she was pretty easily. It ran off into the forest and she chased after it. Addy lost track of it, however, and started chasing after other squirrels and rabbits which escaped her often times. It was all very great fun, but she supposes she went a bit overboard, though, since she was in the forest so long that Master Bell had to send in a search party for her.

    As Master lays down the platter on the table and announces her departure Addy reluctantly agrees to stay behind. However, she perks up pretty quickly at the mouth-watering scent of the bloody meat and digs right in, holding it up with her bare hands while ripping it apart with her fangs. The flesh practically flies off the bone which, in a little while, is all that’s left. Bones are always the best part for her – they hold a lot of flavor and in general are just fun to chew on. In a few minutes she finishes up even that up before she cleans off her plate. Since Master Bell Bell still hasn’t come back yet and the steak didn’t really fill her up, Addy figures that it’d be best to pull down the cookie jar from above the fridge and fill up on the mint chocolate chip cookies until she receives her next order.

  • naga5000

    Member
    January 22, 2014 at 9:20 pm

    I put it on her obediently. “Were you expecting me then, Commander Bell?” I asked, turning back to Bell as I flicked my hair back out of my eyes.

  • Bell

    Moderator
    January 22, 2014 at 10:15 pm

    Continuing to search through her papers, Bell finally finds the one she is looking for. “Here it is!! Got it!” Reaching into her desk she pulls two copies of two sheets of paper as well as two small copper birds similar to the one she had just received.
    Holding the birds tightly in one hand she rolls up the papers and attaches one to each of the birds. Whispering to them she tells each of the birds a separate name. “Maylee.” She tells the first. “Arron.”
    Out of the window they flit to each land in the laps of their respective persons.

    The first paper says the following:

    Orders for M and A regarding rescue mission to Group 1 Troop 1’s Base (Castle).

    Target: Name; Simon Age;17 Height; 6ft Weight;150 pounds Appearance; Green hair, hazel eyes, eye patch with bomb cartoon on it over right eye, normal build. Traits/info; Simon’s past is shrouded in mystery. The first things he can truly remember are waking up three years ago in a pile of rumble with a cut across his right eye. Other than that he can only vaguely recall that his family were specialized weapons experts and that he can recall every bit of his training with them. As such, Simon is a master weapons crafter and well suited for combat. His preferred weapons are miniaturized bombs that he carries on him at all times. These bombs come in multiple different variants and types which allows him to switch up his style in mid combat. He also keeps multiple throwing knives and two custom hand crossbows with specialized ammo on hand as well. Has also trained himself to make improvised weapons when unarmed and to create medicines and poisons with many different types of plants. Even though he has been through a lot, he is a kind hearted person, quick to trust and easy to get along with. He is a nerd at heart and will often create weapons from his favorite fandoms as a hobby. He has a huge sweet tooth and a quick temper if anyone where to hurt his friends.

    The Second page was much shorter saying only this:

    Objectives: 1) Avert and avoid all notice with other residences with in the castle. 2) Remove target from building and return to base. 3)Conceal your work. 4) You know the rest. Just as we talked about.

    Before imploding, the birds jump onto their person’s shoulder to whisper words, in Bells voice, in their ears.

  • BlueMoon

    Member
    January 23, 2014 at 6:35 pm

    As Maylee sat beneath the tree, comforted by the distance sound of a gun being fired in the shooting range, she saw a strange bird fly over in her direction. At first she tried to swat it away, but when she realized it wasn’t real she let it land on her.

    When it was done whispering into her ear and imploding, she scoffed. This was not the kind of work that she did. She hurt people, she didn’t save them. Then again, she was new to this place and maybe Bell was testing her. She hasn’t really done anything to prove that she’s a valuable asset to this group.

    It’ll take everything she has in her not to hurt anyone. On the plus side though, it seems like the perfect type of situation to drug everyone in her path.

    Another thing she was never great with was teamwork. Other people would capture the enemy, then they would leave the prisoner with her and she would do her work alone.

    Maylee stood up and walked over into the mess hall and stood in front of the man who just earlier threatened her, smiled her eerie smile and said “Hello new friend. Looks like we’re going to have some fun together.”

  • Max

    Member
    February 7, 2014 at 9:45 pm

    After Max was done eating, he stopped to do something quickly, and then went back to his dorm. Sitting down at his desk, he grabbed some paper and a pencil, and started to write furiously. After some minor mistakes and editing it all, he looked at the map of the whole forest. His quick stop was going in the forest and finding all the land marks he could find and make a map for it. He looked back to the paper he was writing on and erased a few things, and wrote the correct words for his plan to work. He looked it all over again and put it in a folder in the crack between his bed and the wall. Then he went back and started to sharpen his daggers, not like he needed them sharpened or anything, he was just bored.

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