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[~Neri]

"Well, we could probably agree that waiting to try these is boring." Ven taps her rifle.

[Pencil_Art]

"...Agreed."

Keeps throwing the knife up and catching it. Inspects his loader.

[SOLDIER First]

"If I was an imp who did not like to be referred to as such, would that make me any less of an imp? No, it would not. I do not like to be called such, but I do not at all deny that I have monster's blood in me."

[~Neri]

"Not to mention some monsters aren't technically monsters in the mythos. Obviously some are. Buuut some aren't."

[kj1225]

Kyle faces the speaker.
"Can we get to the training yet? I fear someone will die if we don't do it soon."

[Dwarmin]

"Well, we could probably agree that waiting to try these is boring." Ven taps her rifle.

Aeon's voice changes to an inexplicable British accent. Calm, cool, collected and professional.

"...It occurs to me that the reason we're waiting is that our handlers are watching us closely, and seeing how we interact. They hold up a few minutes and see the animals bat each other around in the cage. Figure out who might be better for a quiet jobs...or a slash and burn ops. Whose better for a suicide mission, before they go HATO, and have to be forcibly retired. Oh, and which of us are going to be good for retiring the others."

[Shadestyle]

"Huh? What?" With reflexes that under normal circumstances would be admirable, He lifts his warhammer in defense of what he predicts would be some kind of attack, if his perception of the present were that of a normal human, it would seem almost psychic. As they aren't, he only succeeds at looking like a fool in a battle ready stance because someone said 'Die'

[~Neri]

"HATO?"

[Dwarmin]

"HATO?"

This time, Aeon's face changes with her voice.

"It's a polite designation-Hostile, Absent, Termination Ongoing." She explains.

[~Neri]

"So basically a less pleasent AWOL designation?"

[Dwarmin]

"More or less. No pension plans for us, love. We might get some peace if the war ends in our time, a quiet place in the country-with armed guards, electrified fences, and all...it's the best we can hope for. We're in the system now." She says, shrugging.

[~Neri]

"I have a feeling that by the time the war ends, electrified fences and bullets won't mean much."

[Dwarmin]

"The next war, we'll be fighting with sticks and stones, right?"

[Pencil_Art]

"I was thinking more along the lines of futuristic and biological weaponry."

[Criptfeind]

"A place out in the countryside huh? Hah... Sounds nice, but these guys don't even treat their heroes that well. Seems like a fantasy to expect them to treat their monsters so nicely. Even if we survive the meatgrinder they are going to be throwing us into we ain't coming back to anything but the barrel of a gun."