Rook

❝Lᴇᴀᴅ ʙʏ ᴇxᴀᴍᴘʟᴇ. Wᴇ'ʟʟ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ.❞ | Dᴇғᴇɴᴅᴇʀ | GIGN Mᴇᴍʙᴇʀ | 18+

[Rook @TrustingTours]

❝Tɪᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇ sᴇʀɪᴏᴜs ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ.❞
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#R6RP/#SiegeRP
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Jᴜsᴛ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ #NᴇᴏɴDʀᴇᴀᴍ.

[Rook @TrustingTours]

"Hmm? Oh, no mission. Just packing bags for when there is one. Keeping busy and all that."

[Rook @TrustingTours]

They don't... They don't stack like that...

[Rook @TrustingTours]

Quietly packing plates for missions.

If anyone needs any, or any help with something, he's around.

[Rook @TrustingTours]

"No, that's not what I meant--" He sighed, his words being misconstrued. He didn't really think that Dokkaebi had considered it... At least, he hoped not.

"Yeah, that's true, I suppose. Out of all of us, you'd be the one that it would be the most possible for."

[Rook @TrustingTours]

"Ah, I see-- They? You're having twins? Wow... Best of luck to you on that one, Glaz."

Rook chuckled nervously, not even wanting to think about the kind of pain she'd go through with that one. Ow.

[Rook @TrustingTours]

"I know, I know--"

Watching Twitch work away at her drones, he slowly nodded. "I think I get what you mean. They can't jump, for instance, right? That might be a good thing to add to them."

[Rook @TrustingTours]

They do sound like quite the treats. Either way, Julien sat in the car with Glaz, waiting for their drinks to be finished.

"So, uh... How's the kids coming along?" He was terrible at small talk.

[Rook @TrustingTours]

@ALethalWarrior Indeed he is. There's a good number of people from various nationalities around the place, so Heather must've met a small part of Rainbow. If that was who she meant, at least.

"Are /you/ allowed to leave the base? Because I'm pretty sure I am."

[Rook @TrustingTours]

Combat drills were important to run sometimes. Rook had just finished up some with @ALethalWarrior, testing out strategies and the like.

"Alright, that should do it... You have plans after this? I'm starving, honestly..."

[Rook @TrustingTours]

"That doesn't sound too bad, honestly. It's a deal." He nodded, chuckling slightly in return.

"Iced chocolate, with cream and chocolate powder on top."

[Rook @TrustingTours]

"I'm still confused what hostages have to do with this--"

Pausing, Julien glanced around his apartment, before remembering where he put his tools. Walking out of the room, he came back with a set, handing them to Twitch.

"Here."

[Rook @TrustingTours]

"...Do not. I'm not looking to juggle this and something else, it'll impact my performance on ops. Can't protect the team that way."

Rook was very firm about that. He wanted to keep his team safe, and he'd do whatever he could to achieve that. Plain and simple.

[Rook @TrustingTours]

"...That's fair. We are quite the varied bunch out here."

True, they weren't made up of volunteers. It was more a matter of how much they got paid, not that the number mattered much to Rook. Just as long as he could stay alive with it.

"This isn't a charity, after all."

[Rook @TrustingTours]

"...Grace, we all have Olive Garden money. We're military operatives, do you think we don't get paid enough for that--" Eyebrow raise. They... they did get paid, right? They'd have to.

She could try. But, even if she got them, she would not have them for long enough.

[Rook @TrustingTours]

...She's lucky that she's a two speed. And Rook is a one speed.

She gets away this time. But, when she's not looking, those plates will vanish from her ownership.

And be cleaned accordingly.

[Rook @TrustingTours]

Back to 100%.

"Je vais te battre si tu ne remets pas ces assiettes."

He's so mad, he's speaking French. Oh dear.

[Rook @TrustingTours]

He turns her opacity back up to 100%.

"...So. Those are my plates. And that's spaghetti on them."

Slight scrunch of his nose.

[Rook @TrustingTours]

...How did Rook get inside.

He's staring her down.

"...Grace. We need to talk."

[Rook @TrustingTours]

He can hear the squelching of spaghetti being eaten.

She cannot hide from him.