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[Elfeater]

Henry looks over the recorded training session and smiles.
He walks over the the sniper, "Hey there Picasso."

[Patrick Hunt]

(( Me or someone else? Just want to be sure before I respond. ))

[Elfeater]

Yeahup you.

[Patrick Hunt]

Harvey turns to look at the man briefly with his mask still covering his faith judging him silently before muttering to himself quietly enough for Henry not to hear it properly.

"Grunts, always the same."

He then lowers his mask to give Henry a bored but friendly smile.

" Hello, and who are you?"

[Elfeater]

Henry returns the smile.
"Henry, Engineer."

[Patrick Hunt]

Harvey holds his hand out politely then squeezes tightly to test Henrys strength as he responds.

" Harvey, some ass ordered me to join the general. "

He then pulled his rifle over his shoulder and smiled at it lovingly.

" And to make sure you lot make it back in one piece, or at least in a big enough piece that we don't need to carry you. "

Smiling slightly to show he was joking Harvey then laid out his array of weapons on the ground first his rifle, then pistols, then smg and lastly his swords and slowly began to dismantle and rebuild each gun in turn ensuring it was in perfect condition before taking a whetstone from a pocket on his leg and beginning to sharpen his swords.

[Aseaheru]

Edgar snorts at this childish displays, then briefly wonders how anyone can stand carrying so many pounds of extra guff. After all, those swords and there assorted gear must be what, 15lb each? Then ammo for the guns, the guns themselves, all the gear... He inwardly groans and looks to see what he has to deal with hernias and headaches.

[Elfeater]

Henry glances cynically at the guy and his weapons.
"Well, I guess I'll be seeing you around then Picasso."
He walks away to look for other people to talk with.

[Patrick Hunt]

Harvey looks after him and shrugs to himself.

" Maybe you will and maybe you won't. It doesn't mean I won't be nearby though pup. "

[Rolepgeek]

((Katana swords are about 2 pounds. Maybe 3 pounds, sometimes. A Claymore weighs like 9 or 10 pounds at the most. Just as info.))

Denia watches idly as the others introduce themselves, then snorts at the sniper callling the guy -what was it, Henry?- a pup. "Hey, 'Picasso', you know everyone here is at least as tough as you seem to think you are, right?" She leans back and picks at her nails lazily, as she continues. "Hell, you don't have to carry around all the shit I do, I doubt you're half as strong as me. We're the best of the best here, Picky. We ain't just some random boot-lickers they managed to round up."
The woman pulls out a knife and picks a bit of grease from underneath her thumbnail, as she hums a familiar, but not quite recognizable, tune.

[Aseaheru]

((Really? Hmm... Guess the ones I have seen are kinda shit then... Still, the equipment to care for them...))

[Patrick Hunt]

Harvey smiled tiredly shacking his head as he stood then began to replace his equipment, first checking his pistols we're loaded and the safeties off and taking comfort from the weight of the loaded guns before placing them into holsters on his legs, then strapping his P90 across his chest and placing the rifle into an open ended case on his back before crossing the blades over it.

He then smiled at the woman who'd spoken and pulled down his hood for the first time revealing his dark hair streaked with gray and giving some indication of his age. ( He's mid 30's and still has the look of a soldier in his prime so the hair is the only indication of his real age just so your aware how he'd look. Without it he looks like mid 20's. )

" I should hope so, boot lickers need to be strong even if you are better then them now but we'll see about that when the fighting starts pup.

While your were still wearing pretty dresses and dreaming about dragons and handsome princes I was killing and bleeding keeping you safe, while you were being a kid my friends were dieing. "

Harvey then smiled sadly and walked towards her and held his hand out.

"Some bright spark thought it best you all had a man who knew the enemy and how to fight him and the war thats to come and I drew the short straw 3 days before I was due to start training kids like you to replace me. So I'm dragging these tired old bones into war against to keep you pups alive so you can learn and when this wars over carry on what men like me began a lifetime ago."

Harvey standing with his hand outstretched then smiles warmly at her.

"Try to stay alive pup, once this is done I'll be told old to keep going to war then it'll be your turn to fight or die alone in the dark so the people back home can think they're safe and the worlds at peace."

[Elfeater]

Henry leans against the wall  nods to the Denia.
"Hello miss, I'd say leave Picasso here alone, even when covered in paint he continues his "art"."
He chuckles to himself.
"Names Henry, yours?"

[TCM]

Noticing the exchange, Vetra proceeds up to Harvey. She preemptively outstretches her arms, "Want a hug?"

[Rolepgeek]

((For reference, Denia's in her early forties. She's an engineer, she doesn't need to be at her physical peak(still fit, mind you) to be good at what she does.))

Denia smiled back, humor in her eyes, and amusement.
"Oh, hun, do I really look young to you? How sweet. You never ask a woman her age, but I'm actually 43, thanks. I've been doing this for seventeen years. Like I said. We're all tough, Picky."

She looks at Henry and grins. "Picky here's quite good at it, I'd say, too. I'm Denia. Denia Hauberich, and yes, like the company."