((well no criticisms must mean i am doing attiquite also forgive my ignorance of the pocket D techno lyrics...))
=monday march 23rd, 7:15 pm=
"DJ riker is in the house!"
"so...is why...color beige"
"i *see*! but have you ever tried a pink color?"
Pocket D at night hosted enough characters to write a novel series. heroes, villains, gangs and normal people; anyone who could find the place and in this case a very kind Icon employee.
"honey i am telling you, pink would be great for those nails"
"hm...." Agilo looked over his hands thinking, pink would be nice, or maybe that was Spending too much time around harper speaking...
Ironicly as if almost on cue a 5' 9" man with erratic hair walked over to agilo and the woman he was speaking to, wearing casual skyraider attire.
"hey Agilo, heya lady"
but before the woman could greet him she answered her beeper and waved to them before hurrying "i've got an emergancy gentlemen, toodles!"
"er...right, what ya up to agilo?"
"is...thinking of...new manicure"
"really? i say go pink, man"
"was...thinking green"
"why green? where can you go wrong with pink?"
"would...be girly!"
"it is not!"
the discussion went like that for minutes before they were interupted, Following suit with the woman's beeper, both men's comms made loud noises alerting them like doctors on a medical drama before they could argue the idea further
"coming...harper?"
"no way man, i'm only human and don't want my butt kicked, just tell who ever it is to not ruin anything important, durant will make me fix it probably"
Moping off to the exit like a child to his room the warwolf looked annoyed, apparently the council had stepped a bit too far on the Arachnos' toes.
=Monday, march 23rd, 7:44 pm=
Gunshots rang out as both parties fired automatic weapons, and the council had formed a line in a base corridor that agilo had managed to get across and help hold, but it was failing fast.
"five caverns are collapsed, they're making a push to corner us we speak..."
Tatctical officer alberto sighing, he knew the only two ways he could live with himself and his men was winning...or death in service of the council, he made a plan...
"okay, reload your arms men, this is a final stand..."
almost in unison they nodded and did so, sans the vampri and the like of course, but they got the idea...
As the arachnos gunfire stopped the officer gave them a silent count to three and they got out of cover, gunners going fullauto and vampri throwing blasts of darkness, Agilo and the rest of the eclipse defiling the ground under them and throwing it.
Spiders going for cover the eclipse and vampri charged at them to scatter them in melee combat, it often worked quite well.
=Monday, march 23rd, 7:49 pm=
"get off me mutt!" was all the banespider could say before Agilo put him in a cavern wall with all his might, the battle was far from over but the suicide charge had tipped the battle in their favor.
Throwing another chunk of base floor, Agilo beaned a nearby widow, the battles nearby were scattered and 3 other riflemen were in a firefight next to him. the woman bled on the floor as the Brute came over and raised his foot to curb stomp her; the poor woman never stood a chance.
As two of his riflemen comrades took bullets and fell, the last one hide behind a box, two wolfspider arachnos doing the same and pinning him down with gunfire as best as possible, In a desperate move the last solider blindly put his rifle over the top of his crate and fired blindly. luckly tagging one of them.
Sadly before agilo and he could finish the last arachnos goon, he had dropped his gun and put his hands up, surrendering. They shrugged at each other and restrained the average size man as trained and led him the base meeting point; recluse's men had retreated.
=Monday, march 23rd, 8:10 pm=
"three prisoners and...mild base damage, we could have done better than that!"
Base personal has been lined up to be debriefed (mostly lectured...) in an empty room where they met up, it was a normal thing after most battles, the council expecting efficiency of all troops to an extreme. After being dismissed from the two hour long speech, Agilo slowly marched to his quarters to sleep. but not before checking a computer screen, he had missed WSPDR in the firefight, and was once again reminded of one of his biggest desires in life he may not get, or so he thought. For even the most simple of beasts have have romantic strokes of genius...
((eh, gonna take a break from writing this to ponder where i want it to go, that and i know i'm doing *something* wrong with either pacing or dialogue, and i don't wanna do anything till i put my finger on it and figure out how to correct it.))
((as promised last night i made my first fanfiction....ever, and based off warwolf toon adjutant agilo who has a crush on a certain reporter and is working up the courage to tell her, so here's the short first installment to get my sea legs. Feel more than free to leave criticism to help said legs come to me faster!))
=Monday, march 23rd, 2:55 PM=
"and in today's weather, sunny for most of the week, but on Thursday..."
Contrary to what most thought, the council wasn't a complete thought controlling Fascist group. Often soldiers were given off duty time, breaks and paid leave, though that isn't to say what they did during those times was watched for signs of unloyalty and treason, thankfully, the news was harmless.
"and in today's stories-"
"ACHTUNG, break time ist over! back to work!"
As the Base comms of the caverns of port oakes base #316 aired the orders it was indeed 3:00pm, break hour was over...
The rec room couch squeaked when the soldiers got up to go back to their posts, one of them, an eclipse to be exact kept hypnotized by the boob tube...
"hey! Agilo! you heard the Archon, break is over."
The brown colored brute looked over and nodded finally understanding his orders; grimacing at a base door all day for the off chance of a foolhardy meta breaking in was not the most exciting of times to be honest, even if it did have good pay.
=Monday, March 23rd, 4:15PM=
The sound of a tennis ball could heard down the base caverns, the same warwolf slumped against a Cave by himself and tossing it back and forth between him and the wall. To put simply, he was bored out of his mind, and as all bored minds, his started to wander. darting between mental images of today's memories and reflecting on them; he eventually came to WSPDR in his train of thought.
"Wish they would open more time for news stories....Vines does such a nice job telling them and is nice woman...just wish could say..." the beast's train of thought drifted again to another memory. one of two vagreants and a boulder and act of heroisom his part. A beeping noise coming from his standard issue comm reminding him it was four thirty interrupted him again much like the Archon's orders.
After the comm stopped he spoke up to no one in particuler "maybe will....get drink after...shift.... and...maybe work...up courage...to...tell her...today..."
Agilo sighed heavily, reality coming down on him "will...share feelings...one day...and...do perfectly...."