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?]

[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? )

[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.)

[cognitived]

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

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

[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? )

[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. )

[deployed]

( Why? )

[ clearly a fair question ]

[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. )

[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. ]

[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? )

[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? )

[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. ]

[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. )

[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? )