PFC Lavernius Tucker (or Captain or something) (
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revenance_comms2014-08-01 04:12 am
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[ The video feed springs up with little to no fuss put into it- benefits of being kind of on board with the futuristic tech train- revealing one more in the line of fully-armored space marines, this one in a stunning shade of not blue blueish teal aqua sort of? His head is tilted a little to one side as he regards the communicator, and after a second of silence to make sure he's getting through, he speaks up. ]
Dude, this is the worst dream I've ever had! [ Yeah, meet Lavernius Tucker. Champion complainer. He's broadcasting genuine frustration and agitation like they're going out of style. ] It's all aliens and backpacks and no hot chicks! And kind of a really bad time for not being able to wake up. If someone needs me to help win a war or go between species for peace or something, you're gonna have to take a number. 'cause no offense, but I'm getting really tired of this plot-twist bullshit! How's a guy supposed to get anything done when this keeps happening? [ This, he follows with a huff before... actually seeming to relax a little more.
He'll just have to... wing it, he guesses. Not like he's really got a choice. After a few moments of silence (while he's busy brooding), Tucker hefts the bag he got on arrival into view. ]
So. I've got this backpack full of stuff to make a little alien and buy stuff and... drink, I guess. I mean, I was pretty focused on keeping the fuck away from the new mysterious alien life form, so I missed a few details. Fool me once, man. Whatever's in the bag, I'll trade for a one-way ticket back to Chorus. Or to being awake or whatever. Ooooor information? Yeah, sure, I mean. That seems like the kind of thing I should ask about. Like, what the fuck is going on around here? What's everyone's deal? Does getting shot wake you up? Because that would be pretty messed up, but I won't rule it out. You know, whoever's up for something like that. I guess I'm not really going anywhere in the meantime. Nothing like being stuck in the middle of nowhere. That's totally never completely backfired on me.
[ He pauses one more time, halfway reaching out to cut the feed and seeming to remember something he's forgotten. ]
Oh, and you can call me Tucker. If you want to remedy the hot chick situation while we're here together, y'know... I won't complain.
[ Maybe lacking some of the usual verve he'd give to matters concerning attractive ladies, but he's got hefty concerns on his shoulders, okay. Sometimes a man has to prioritize. ]
Dude, this is the worst dream I've ever had! [ Yeah, meet Lavernius Tucker. Champion complainer. He's broadcasting genuine frustration and agitation like they're going out of style. ] It's all aliens and backpacks and no hot chicks! And kind of a really bad time for not being able to wake up. If someone needs me to help win a war or go between species for peace or something, you're gonna have to take a number. 'cause no offense, but I'm getting really tired of this plot-twist bullshit! How's a guy supposed to get anything done when this keeps happening? [ This, he follows with a huff before... actually seeming to relax a little more.
He'll just have to... wing it, he guesses. Not like he's really got a choice. After a few moments of silence (while he's busy brooding), Tucker hefts the bag he got on arrival into view. ]
So. I've got this backpack full of stuff to make a little alien and buy stuff and... drink, I guess. I mean, I was pretty focused on keeping the fuck away from the new mysterious alien life form, so I missed a few details. Fool me once, man. Whatever's in the bag, I'll trade for a one-way ticket back to Chorus. Or to being awake or whatever. Ooooor information? Yeah, sure, I mean. That seems like the kind of thing I should ask about. Like, what the fuck is going on around here? What's everyone's deal? Does getting shot wake you up? Because that would be pretty messed up, but I won't rule it out. You know, whoever's up for something like that. I guess I'm not really going anywhere in the meantime. Nothing like being stuck in the middle of nowhere. That's totally never completely backfired on me.
[ He pauses one more time, halfway reaching out to cut the feed and seeming to remember something he's forgotten. ]
Oh, and you can call me Tucker. If you want to remedy the hot chick situation while we're here together, y'know... I won't complain.
[ Maybe lacking some of the usual verve he'd give to matters concerning attractive ladies, but he's got hefty concerns on his shoulders, okay. Sometimes a man has to prioritize. ]
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The moogles are actually pretty friendly, provided you aren't shooting at them.
You can't really trade the dream pieces for anything though, except for other dream pieces. They make decent enough poker chips in a pinch.
What other details did you miss?
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[ Not that it's really worked out. ]
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[Commercially speaking at least. A right little monopoly.]
You'll want to save your ammo for the Nightmares anyway.
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[Doesn't seem to fit with the armor but then there's the key kids so he won't knock it. Swords that are also keys? It still doesn't make sense, but then a lot of things don't in this world. North's learned to roll with them]
Let me put it this way, if they're attacking you, they're Nightmares. It's hard not to notice them.
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[Though it hasn't been determined what you can do with the pelicans on the Mother of Invention yet...]
And I wouldn't say it's a theme park. More like a video game.
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That's happened to you before?
[Anyway, back on track.]
Freelancer. Agent North Dakota, but most people just call me North.
What about you?
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Uh, neither actually. I was honestly just trying to help.
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Oh. Uhhhh.
[ Honestly just being helpful. Wow, it's like this dude's the polar opposite of Tex and Carolina (except in levels of attractiveness, which he includes on the ladies' front as a default). And not a corny British accent in sight. Sound. Whatever.
And he has to figure, he thinks he would've learned a hard lesson about trusting any old stranger who seems friendly or reasonable by now, Freelancers especially, but he also kind of has to figure for Kimball and Felix, the Lieutenants-- hell, even for Wash. If you can't hang friendship, it's still totally possible to hang a mutually-beneficial agreement sometimes. ]
Seriously?
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Seriously. I don't even know who you are.
And I'm not that kind of freelancer.
[There's a bit of a difference in his opinion. Others (wyoming) would probably disagree.]
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[At least, he tries not to be. And no one's really tried his patience in that regard. Still, he'll be watching what he says. And bugging Wash.]
I think it's just random, actually. I never really asked.
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[North doesn't have a lot of context for the future beyond Freelancer fell apart, and it's not a subject he likes to dwell on.]