aaron paul without the swearing

[servitor]

( Since we're all supposed to be real close and buddy buddy around here, anyone care to fill me in on your skills or training?

I'm not going to drill you and ask you to run laps, I promise. Not today at least.

... Unless you're with me, then you better be on the tenth lap and not a nap )

[You know who you are.]

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[shiro2hero]

(Not today?)

(Should we be expecting some down the line?)

[It's oddly lighthearted, coming from him. But hey, that's probably a good thing for first impressions, right?]

[servitor]

( Who knows. I like to keep people waiting in suspense. )

[Nyx please this is why you're on the verge of death anywhere you go.]

[adamance]

( No one said that we needed to be friends. )

[Lexa only begins with this to be difficult. She knows exactly what he's getting at.]

( You'll want to be careful before suggesting that you'll be asking people to fall in line in any way. The Nest is stubborn.

That isn't to say that a better training regiment isn't called for.

So: what are your qualifications? )

[servitor]

( You'll want to be careful, or that's how rumors start. We don't want to let people think we need friends. )

[It's funny how difficult people hardly faze him. It's like he's been through this already multiple times.

So, instead of reacting to it? He'll just breeze right past it, chipper as can be.]

( And I've already gotten the impression of stubborn people, I'm one of them... and I'm pretty sure I asked first, but I'll give you a pass.

Soldier for 12 years, some bit of magic, a lot of weapons training, a lot more running and endurance training. Sometimes I killed things... daemons. )

[The image of a 6 story three-headed daemon, black and canine, breathing fire between its onyx teeth, flashes through his mind. He's standing on a head, holding one of his knives with both hands keen on stabbing the ever-loving shit out of its head.]

( Mind sharing with the class or are you going to give me a firsthand lesson in how stubborn the Nest can be? )

[somnifacient]

[Wow? Noct's response has the reverb of incredulousness to it, but not so much for it to actually... matter.]

(I'm not sure I appreciate the implication.)

[servitor]

( Got your attention, didn't it?

I've been thinking about our powers, what you know, what I know... Noctis, did you ever warp with anyone else? )

[cognitived]

[ This didn't go well, last time, so. ]

( Might help if you show and tell a bit first, man. )

i'm so sorry

[servitor]

( I don't work for free. )

[redheadcarrier]

( I'm a pilot, I have a college degree in physics, a high level of athleticism, and I know how to fight. Does that count?

Who put you in charge, anyway? )

[servitor]

( You think I'm in charge? I haven't even given an order yet. And it definitely counts. )

[sistershoggoth]

( Wasting your time on most of these turds. These motherfuckers are the ones who botched the fucking heist and left those of us on Shril scrambling for a way back to the Station. Not puttin' any fucking faith in them. )

[servitor]

( Annie I can't not put faith in the people I'm supposed to be fighting with. At least enough faith to know what everyone can do and how to move with them. )

[deployed]

( Why? )

[ clearly a fair question ]

[servitor]

( I like to know what I'm working with. )

[hymnals]

[ Adra doesn't mind this line of questioning. It's important to know what people are capable of, especially if they all have to work together--which they very obviously do. ]

( Healer. Combat medic, specifically. But I don't run laps for anyone. )

[servitor]

( Good thing we're clear on that. You're the first I've heard yet as any kind of combat medic around here. )

[erbier]

( I am a gardener. )

[ A fear witch, an interrogator, a spy, a killer. She offers what she finds convenient and smooths over the rest beneath a veil of ice. ]

[servitor]

( A good a job as any. )

[And he's really honestly not judging. Everyone's good at something.]

[decommission]

( Didn't come in with much, but hanging around with folks here starts to make you a jack of all trades. You looking for someone to run laps with? )

[servitor]

( I guess I am now! The other guy I run laps with doesn't like the light of the morning. )

[sizeofyourbaggage]

[ There's something like a chuckle across the mental link, accompanied by a faint swirl of amusement. ]

( What if I want to run laps anyway? )

[servitor]

( Sounds like we'll have a great time getting along. )

[futurewitness]

( I have some skill with a blade. )

[ She tends to understate herself, honestly. She's better than she makes it sound. ]

( ...I don't believe the rest is relevant here. The Falchion was forged to slay dragons; I suppose that may prove useful if we ever see any. )

[ Which, so far, she hasn't, but who knows. ]

[servitor]

( You've "some skill with a blade" but you have a sword that can cut down dragons. )

[Lucina, you're full of shit, and it's meant in a loving way.]

( No one comes by that kind of weapon by accident and I can tell you're not the type that does things by accident. )

[huntsmachines]

[ To Aloy, this seems a good idea. It's better to know what they can do then to be wondering. ]

( I can hunt, track, fish, and live in the wilds. I was raised to the bow, I can fight with lance, knife, or warclub. )

[ A pause, then a cheeky little addition. ]

( And I bet I can run you into the ground. )

[servitor]

[This is the kind of confidence he can get behind, and the bright grin echoes through the link.]

( When you start making bets like those, it makes me think I've got good odds. )

[earthborn]

[Shepard is getting better at this, at pushing her impressions at people, and so she lets the sense of amusement sit at the forefront for a long, incredulous while. She listens. Twelve years a soldier, sure, but that's not... a lot to go on. Technically Traynor was a soldier, but you didn't compare snipers and information engineers, no matter how vital they both were to the ongoing operations.]

( Alright, I'll bite. )

[There is a sense of gathering oneself, a prepared speech, the kind of thing you deliver on command, when it's asked. Assuming the asking party deserves to know, of course.]

( Commander Shepard, Alliance Navy. I enlisted in 2170, I am designated N-7 by the Interplanetary Combatives, and in 2183 I was appointed the first human-species Spectre agent in the service of the Galactic Council. As a combat biotic, my primary field of experience is in small-unit operations, and I have led hundreds of three-man missions in active combat zones. Previous to joining the Nest I was CO of the stealth frigate Normandy SR-2, and operating on various classified missions in a theater of war spanning most of the Milky Way Galaxy. Black ops. I'm also licensed to pilot atmospheric craft. Not that anyone could stop me. )

[There is a brief, almost nasty little pause.]

( And you are? )

[servitor]

[He suspects, given the long-winded soliloquy and the pause, that he's supposed to be more than impressed. He suspects he's supposed to be somehow intimidated by all that she's done.

And sure, he's impressed alright. Unfortunately for all parties involved, he doesn't know when to show reverence or deference. Probably something to do with the fact that he's your big damn hero who doesn't know when to stop or shut up.]

( Nyx Ulric, soldier, member of the Kingsglaive. )

[He knows it doesn't mean shit to her, or anyone really outside of Noctis, but that's what he's going to keep it at. Kingsglaive.

And there's a tinge of amusement to the fact that the one title encompasses everything that he is and isn't: an expendable nothing who can do a whole lot of damage in one go when he puts his mind to it. Because, the thing is? There wasn't anything really glamorous or longwinded about being part of an all-refugee force designed to fight in a rapidly losing war.]

( First to join the Glaive, that's all I've got going for me. )

[Now the amusement grows, more of a self-deprecating sort of humor that shines every so often. Yeah, that's something, isn't it? Signing up for war the day after your country gets blown to shit and your sister dies?]