1) I am not used to RPing with so many people at once. Thanks for following! LET ME LOVE YOU.
2) I’m going to be AFK for awhile. Dunno when I’ll be back, but I eventually will get to replies whether it’s tonight, tomorrow, or a week from now (hopefully one of the two former because you’ll have forgotten me when the week ends xD)
I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box
Dear person I hate,
Dear person I like,
Dear ex boyfriend
Dear ex bestfriend,
Dear bestfriend,
Dear *anyone*,
Dear Santa,
Dear mom,
Dear dad,
Dear future me,
Dear past me,
Dear person I’m jealous of,
Dear person I had a crush on
Dear girlfriend
Dear boyfriend
(Source: ballroom-baby, via thetextbooknarcissist)
“I should’ve been able to tell- fighting Irish,” she flicked up her eyebrows and showed a hint of a grin. She had run into people that had really made her understand why they had such a nickname. “I’ve heard that London’s unemployment is rather high- then again, it’s not proper for me to assume you have a job specifically there. What is it exactly that you do, if you don’t mind me asking?”“You haven’t even seen what I’ve got yet,” Liam smirked, slightly issuing a challenge to the other woman. He was highly trained in all aspects of assassination, that included fighting hand to hand combat. “My job isn’t really in high demand of employees. You’re either good, or your not. Some don’t last a week. I’ve been at it for five years though. It stuck. As for what it is, what do you think?” Liam asked and spread his arms out in front of him. “What do you think I do, just by looking at me?”
“I had a feeling from the very start,” she took her hands out of her pockets, but didn’t accept the challenge. To her, there wasn’t a point for combat outside the field- although who knows, maybe there was something he could help her with later so it’d be acceptable…
But that was certainly one way to get his career out in the open- the fact he could talk about it so blatantly was either credit to his ability or credit to him being the overconfident attack dog. She wasn’t that impressed by his amount of experience, although now knowing that choice of his, it could be a blatant lie- a ploy of sorts. Thus, she was a bit on guard- not like she wasn’t before though. ”Delivering justice, in the loosest form of the word.”
kyleflynn started following you
“Uh Actually my arm was caused from me falling down the stairs like a clutz. And uh the rest of my injuries are from being used as a punching bag.”
“Tell me something,” she leaned in a little closer, a serious look on her face. ”What could you possibly have done to deserve that- to talk so casually about it?”
“……Punch a guy who was flirting with me when I told him several times I wasn’t interested in him? “
“That punch to him was warranted then,” she folded her hands together, “Have you considered self-defense classes to counter the bite-back?”
“Yes. I have….It’s just. How can I when I’m always being called in for work?” He sighs a bit looking at his arm. “But now I have time but I’m hurt at the moment.”
“Like you said- you have time now,” she smirked a little. “You have three other limbs and a slightly worn out torso. People have fought with worse- and won. Lesson one, acknowledge your weakness, but don’t dwell on it.”
ipunchedhitler started following you
“Guten Morgen,” she waved. ”Hauptmann Kelly Rötlich- honored to meet you. How can I be of assistance?”
kyleflynn started following you
“Uh Actually my arm was caused from me falling down the stairs like a clutz. And uh the rest of my injuries are from being used as a punching bag.”
“Tell me something,” she leaned in a little closer, a serious look on her face. ”What could you possibly have done to deserve that- to talk so casually about it?”
“……Punch a guy who was flirting with me when I told him several times I wasn’t interested in him? “
“That punch to him was warranted then,” she folded her hands together, “Have you considered self-defense classes to counter the bite-back?”
kyleflynn started following you
“Hello there- Kelly Rötlich at your service. You are?”
“I’m Kyle Flynn.” He nods a greeting.
“The pleasure is mine,” she briskly nods in turn. ”Fine day, wouldn’t you say?”
“Yes a very fine day.”
“You’re welcome to have a different opinion you know. I don’t bite.”
He raises and eyebrow. “Ok. Well it would be a better day for me if I wasn’t so beat up…with uh this.” He lefts up his arm that was in a sling.
“That,” Kelly squinted, focusing on that broken up arm of his, “would put a damper on most people’s days. Who did this to you?”
“Uh Actually my arm was caused from me falling down the stairs like a clutz. And uh the rest of my injuries are from being used as a punching bag.”
“Tell me something,” she leaned in a little closer, a serious look on her face. ”What could you possibly have done to deserve that- to talk so casually about it?”
teamrotlich started following you
Hello. Name’s Liam McClenaghan. And you are?
“Guten Morgen Liam; Kelly Rötlich, at your service.”
Service? -smirk- What kind of service?
“Not that kind of service,” she shook her head, “My work’s classified.”
Liam chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. “It was worth a try, wasn’t it? And classified… that only makes me curious. I don’t do well with curiosity.”
“Eh,” she shrugged, placing her hands gently in her coat pockets. ”Curiosity kills the cat, and sometimes the overconfident attack dog.”
“Well, that would be me, the overconfident attack dog,” he laughed and then looked at her in thought, his head tilting a little. “I haven’t seen you around here much, so I guess our jobs don’t over lap. Where are you from?”
“Berlin, Deutschland, the latter of which you probably could guess,” she looked him over, the thing standing out to her most being what he could possibly be pondering. Rötlich was aware he’d probably be able to read her interest in her interest- she wasn’t quite making an effort to hide it- but it didn’t really matter much to her. “And you?”
“Interesting,” Liam studied her, watching her facial expressions. He wasn’t as good as his boss was, but he liked to think he could read people. He couldn’t really. He was just as useless as a puppy when it came to that sort of thing. He was only really good with a gun and knives. Tell him where to aim and he got the job done. “Ireland, but I live in London now. Less of a commute,” he grinned, though still vastly curious about her ‘classified’ job.
“I should’ve been able to tell- fighting Irish,” she flicked up her eyebrows and showed a hint of a grin. She had run into people that had really made her understand why they had such a nickname. “I’ve heard that London’s unemployment is rather high- then again, it’s not proper for me to assume you have a job specifically there. What is it exactly that you do, if you don’t mind me asking?”
Two Teams, One Target
Chateau’s face nearly met his palm, but Viking, with his sharp reactions, grasped the medic’s hand. Hawkeye noted this from the corner of his eye, but didn’t make it obvious- his specialized sunglasses that differed from the helmets everyone else wore made it all too easy for him to observe everyone. He glanced to Ghost for a moment, but then to the radio he was tasked with carrying.
Rötlich on the other hand stayed on Ghost, soon taking a few steps closer. She held her hand out and would keep it there until the 141’s main radio was in hand to quickly tinker with in conjunction to there’s. The moment Rötlich would get her hands on it, she’d adjust the knobs in sync with her Lieutenant so as to match the frequencies properly.
Ghost handed over his radio with ease, a silent, unnoticeable signal passing between him and Archer and the slightest smirk graced his lips, hidden underneath the balaclava and his eyes darted over her team before back to her.
“Well?”
Unnoticable? Given the signs from before, she had learned to look for them- when she couldn’t see them, there was always the slightest sense of such a thing. Rötlich wouldn’t be able to put her finger on it though, and given the fact they were pressed for time, she had overlooked it.
It didn’t take her very long to work perfectly in sync with her Lieutenant- those quick fingers of hers had always been subject to jokes. She tossed the radio back to him the very second he said “well?”, expecting someone of his caliber to be able to catch it.
Right after, she shot two fingers over at Chateau and Viking. ”Bleibt zusammen,” she then formed a right angle with her arm, placed her fingers in a L-formation, and pointed more towards the center after bringing her pointer and index back together. Kelly repeated the last half of the signal for Hawkeye, added a fist at the end, and sent him more towards her left. They acknowledged by dispersing to their portions of the eastern half. Kelly starting backing in with them, giving Ghost and his team one last look.
“15 Minuten.”
Ghost caught the radio, glad his annoyed face was hidden behind his mask and glasses. He tucked his ACR tight to his shoulder, Archer already slipping low to his left without him even having to ask and in a way it made him smirk that they knew what to do without even thinking but then that could also be seen as seeing to many wars.
He dropped down slightly, his gaze flicking to Hawkeye, the one he did not trust at all before following Kelly.
There was a reason she had done that. Unlike Ghost, she was working with a fairly new group, exception to the Lieutenant 5 years her junior but one who had been working with Sigma Company for quite some time. He didn’t bother to turn around to see if Ghost was following, but Kelly looked back once more.
My team has the eastern half covered- stick west. We’ll cover more ground, she tried to communicate that when pointing with her left hand in that direction. In either case though, whether or not he’d listen, Rötlich crouched down, turned back around, and flicked the thermal vision in her helmet’s visor on to confirm what her eagle eyes picked up amongst the fauna in the distance. She momentarily slung her rifle on her back, slowly but quickly approaching him, checking her corners as she went.
The moment he went to turn, she put a hand over his mouth, whispered “Tut mir leid,” before cutting his jugular. She didn’t let him hit the ground- rather, she set him down amongst a bit of broken foliage and examined his weaponry… It wasn’t quite Cold War anymore.
(via soldierinamask)
kyleflynn started following you
“Hello there- Kelly Rötlich at your service. You are?”
“I’m Kyle Flynn.” He nods a greeting.
“The pleasure is mine,” she briskly nods in turn. ”Fine day, wouldn’t you say?”
“Yes a very fine day.”
“You’re welcome to have a different opinion you know. I don’t bite.”
He raises and eyebrow. “Ok. Well it would be a better day for me if I wasn’t so beat up…with uh this.” He lefts up his arm that was in a sling.
“That,” Kelly squinted, focusing on that broken up arm of his, “would put a damper on most people’s days. Who did this to you?”