destroy the world to save it -- joining

[Shadow]

[align=center][div style="width:450px;text-align:justify;margin-top:10px;font-size:8pt;font-family:verdana;text-transform:lowercase"]all he had to do was yell? Well, that seemed simple. But he didn't like the way this guy was holding that huge gun. It wasn't a threatening gesture yet, but it was close enough to put him off a bit, so he took a half-step back, scowling lightly. this first man to answer slightly angered him, especially with the way he was handling that giant weapon. It was familiar, in a way, to gabriel. This guy reminded him of jack...but it couldn't be. Jack was back in Iraq--if he wasn't dead, that was. The masked man gave a nod, responding shortly, "you can put that thing away, idiota." his insult was halfhearted despite the insult, already knowing he was going to dislike this man just because of his striking similarity to soldier 76.

He pulled the hood down more over his face, although the mask already hid the entirety of it. The second person to greet him was a female, as far as he could tell, and she seemed less threatening than the white-haired man did, despite the knowledge that the man wouldn't dare hurt him while this girl was around--or would he? So the dark-haired man gave her a smile even though it wasn't visible through the mask, responding, "reaper. Looking for a place to stay for a while." he cast a glance at the boy standing off to one side, a ways away, calling out, "and you can come over and say hi; i'm not going to just start killing you off, amigo. I just want a place to sleep." he almost wanted to take the mask off, but if he was joining this face he didn't want to scare them off with his scarred face.

//ahh ty pyre! I'm liking it here already c:

[dannychan]

[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; line-height: -1%; color: black"]oh yes. he knew who this was. jack would lower the gun so it was literally pointed at the other male, eyes narrowed. he knew that voice- or what remained of it. he was so hesitant to say anything, afraid that it might not actually be him. "mask off." he would order, finger on the trigger. yes, he did have bullets. "and don't call me an idiot. it was pointing at the sky.. if anything, you're the idiot for telling me to put it down, fucker." he growled, blue eyes narrowed. if this wasn't gabriel, he was making a huge mistake. he knew gabriela boundaries- or what they used to be at least.

[DAESUNG.]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 500px; min-height: 10px; font-family:helvetica; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color: black;"]Harmless, she was far from. Her appearance was certainly misleading, though her personality was rather delusive as well since she was rather friendly and kind. But, she was capable of dispatching another with just a few hits. Pressure points were easy to access if someone wasn't covered in heavy clothing. A smile appeared on the young woman's lips, dipping her head toward Reaper. An odd name but in this day and age, she had no room to judge. However, her expression faded as soon as Jack lifted his gun to point at this newcomer's face, becoming unnecessarily aggressive. "Jack, put it down, now." she demanded sharply, her eyes narrowing as she took a step outside the lodge, standing beside Reaper.

[NARIN]

NARIN LUNA

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[dannychan]

[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; line-height: -1%; color: black"]he looked to him. "not until i figure out who i think this is. now both of you shut the fuck up." the man snapped. he would look back to the man known as 'reaper', eyes just as intense as they have always been. "i.. i need to know. so take off the fucking mask."

[Shadow]

[align=center][div style="width:450px;text-align:justify;margin-top:10px;font-size:8pt;font-family:verdana;text-transform:lowercase"]when the gun was lowered at him in what he could only call an extremely aggressive manner, the man took yet another step back, staring almost quizzically at the other man. There was no way this was jack. But that voice, and, well, everything else... no. He's not here. This is just a random defensive guy who happens to want to shoot you right now, he tried to convince himself, but the suspicion lingered. He hated that he was being ordered around, but with that gun pointed at him, it seemed as though he would have no choice. Carefully, he pulled up on the bottom of his mask, slowly exposing his face inch by inch. It was a difficult task for him to do, but he managed it, though the hood stayed down, casting his face partially in shadows. Anger surged through him, but he kept it in check. He would normally have gone fist-to-fist with this asshat, but at this point, he needed to be allowed to stay here, and this guy had a gun already out and ready, while reaper's own pistols were in their holsters, beneath his cloak. It would take far too long to get to them, and this guy wasn't backing down, even after the insistence of the females with him. "There. Happy, cabrón?" he was pushing his luck, yes, but he didn't mind.

The two girls were sticking up for him, apparently, and he appreciated it. "thank you two," he said in a hushed, flat tone to the women, though he doubted his thanks meant much. They had no reason to care what happened to gabriel, and yet they had both told the man to put down his gun. If he hung around here for a while longer--assuming he didn't get killed for real--he would have to give them a proper thank-you. He wasn't normally the type to thank others, but these two could prove to be valuable allies in the instance that he needed them. "now, am i allowed to stay or not?"

// cabron = bastard/dick/etc.
excuse my quickly written thing fml

[Shadow]

[align=center][div style="width:450px;text-align:justify;margin-top:10px;font-size:8pt;font-family:verdana;text-transform:lowercase"]it had been twenty years. Twenty years since he'd seen jack. As much as he wanted to hold it against the other man for up and disappearing on him, he knew that he couldn't. After all, gabriel had been the one who had disappeared, all because of an explosion that should have killed him. But somehow he'd been patched up--not without unbearable pain that left even a tough, durable man such as himself whimpering and tremendous scarring--and had found his way here, following no trail but his own, which he carved out through aimless traveling around the world. It had been more difficult than it should have been, seeing as there was no power, meaning it was difficult to move between continents, but luckily there were still people running boats once the war was over.

He could remember the day the power had gone very clearly, as if it was just yesterday that he had been playing poker with jack and the lights had cut, leaving them in the dark. For a while they had thought the other side had won, but quickly found that that was not the case, and realized that the power had gobe out all over. The scarred man had thought that the power would likely be back on at some point soon afterwards, but it never came back on, and the war continued to rage. They had won in the end, but not after that blast that left him unconscious and unable to move for god knows how long.

He had always hoped to see his old friend again, but since  the conclusion of the war, he figured they all thought he was dead. And with what he'd done--becoming a mercenary and all--he wasn't sure if jack would even want to see him any more. Would the soldier even recognize him now? He sure hoped so, but he'd learned not to trust in hope. He'd entered the rugged territory a few weeks ago, and come across the ski lodge only days earlier, but hadn't quite worked up the courage to approach it yet. But today he had finally run out of food, and he knew he had two choices: go in or go hungry.

There was a door right there. He was almost certain at least one of the residents had spotted him roaming the hills nearby the other day--he swore he'd caught sight of a flash of movement in a window--so he was sure he'd be welcomed in, seeing as he hadn't been apprehended yet. Sucking in a deep breath, he made his way to the door and lifted a hand, curling it into a fist. It hovered over the door for a few moments, hesitating, then came down three times. Knock, knock, knock. He waited for a response patiently, eyes trained on the wood in front of his face.

// tagging [member=82]dannychan[/member] for this guy's joining. hope i didn't butcher his personality rip

[dannychan]

[align=center][div style="width: 350px; text-align: justify; line-height: -1%; color: black"]/SCREECHING

today was one of those days where he hadn't worn his mask for some reason. maybe it was just too damn hot out, or he just couldn't bother putting it on and setting up the sights. he had just gotten out of bed- or rolled, sort of- and got dressed, then went outside to do a little patrol. one thing he found was a larger man with a mask that greatly resembled a skull. "you know, all you gotta do is yell to get their attention." he would offer, holding his gun to the sky next to his head. the thing his gigantic, and had the 'J.M' carved into its side. "they're a jumpy bunch."

could he remember gabriel? yes. did he still love him..? he didn't know. he would recognise the male with just a word, but he'd probably also punch him in the dick if he ever saw him again.. he had been alone for almost 20 years- of course he'd be pissed off.

[DAESUNG.]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 500px; min-height: 10px; font-family:helvetica; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color: black;"]The simple knock from the door was enough to make the lithe woman alert, her well-trained muscles tensing as if readying themselves for a possible fight. Her eyes narrowed behind the curtain of hair as she stood, quietly approaching the door and looking through the peep hole to identify the stranger. Another man advanced on the other, half expecting for S76 to aim his weapon at the intruder. Daesung opened the door, cold air from outside filtering in, a shiver to run down her spine, still not used to the freezing temperatures of the mountains. "There something you need? Are you from one of the other groups?"

[Gray]

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