Re: We Sons Of Daley (TWS)
12-01-2011, 08:09 PM
btp Wrote:John Daily! Because FUN duh.What? No. No no no, that would be TREASON. You're not the VICE PRESIDENT.
stay asleep. Keep dreaming! Waking's for chumps.
Iriri Wrote:Ronald Reagan Washington! And you BELIEVE IN THE FUTURE OF THIS COUNTRY.
MrGuy Wrote:Harold Greenwood.
Ixcaliber Wrote:Ace Harrington
XX Wrote:Moloch Arlington!"Harold Arlington, sir. And... Well, mostly I BELIEVE IT'S THE RIGHT THING TO DO."
He continues to LOOK at you, like he's not sure which is more HORRIFYING- that you're TELLING THE TRUTH, or that you're LYING. "Aside from that," he says, lips pursed in a regaining of COMPOSURE. He folds his hands on top of the desk. You can hear a drop of water hit the CONCRETE FLOOR.
"... It seems better than FARMING for a living."
UNDERSTANDING DAWNS. "Ahhh. You're bored. Well, plenty of excitement in Grand Army, sure. At least until they stick you behind a desk." He seems SOUR. "Well, I suppose I'd better get this over with. Age?"
"Seventeen, sir."
"Seventeen?" Another careful look. "You got a GIFT?"
"Not that I'm aware, sir." You've always been odd among your CLASSMATES for that. They've been LEAVING TOWN more and more OFTEN.
"... All right, that's fine. Just to be sure, let me call over someone to have you CHECKED OUT." He looks over a schedule. "Hm... The next coach to base is TOMORROW." He nods. "Let's go ahead and fill out your enlistment papers."
The bureaucratic bullshit and measures takes about AN HOUR, and he runs you through some BASIC PHYSICAL EXERCISES to make sure you're not going to FALL OVER AND DIE because of the training.
The STAFF ESPER looks in your eyes for a moment. The SOUL-SEARING LOOK she INFLICTS would damage your PSYCHE if it wasn't just a basic MIND SCAN. "Hm... Null powers," she pronounces, carefully, looking at the other RECRUITMENT OFFICER.
"As in antipsi?"
"As in null. Nada. Zilch. Zero. No ZEON, no MATRIX. He hasn't even unlocked some of his KI yet." beat. "It's kinda FUNNY, actually."
"... Hm. Well, if he's got nothing, there's no need to REGISTER him. Until the COACH arrives tomorrow morning, you're free to leave, Mister Arlington. Be at the coach with your PAPERS by TEN O'CLOCK. Welcome to the ARMY."
"Yes, sir."
Well, NOW WHAT?