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</div><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:green">NAME: Chris Warner</span></span><br/><b>Alias: </b>Cabal Green<br/><b>Current Persona: </b>Chris -> ??? -> Sarge -> Chris<br/><b>Age: </b>35<br/><b>Location: </b>Observatory/Operation Room<br/><b>Wearing: </b>See Picture<br/><b>Mood Music: <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fyoutu.be%2FXgMDSPqC6gw&amp;hash=073a1f1afaf6b03e89c77bfc75e91956" href="https://youtu.be/XgMDSPqC6gw" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Releasing the Demons</a><br/>
Tagging: </b>Emmy (<a class="username" data-user-id="4962" data-username="BetterThanNone" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/4962/">BetterThanNone</a>), Addy (<a class="username" data-user-id="6055" data-username="Dragongoddess" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6055/">Dragongoddess</a>), Iris (<a class="username" data-user-id="3574" data-username="exocat" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/3574/">exocat</a>)<br/><b>Mentioning: </b>Tristan (<a class="username" data-user-id="11190" data-username="Teddy Naj" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/11190/">Teddy Naj</a>), Alissa (<a class="username" data-user-id="6169" data-username="Purplefairydust" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6169/">Purplefairydust</a>), Idris (<a class="username" data-user-id="10864" data-username="Anaris" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/10864/">Anaris</a>), Kenji (<a class="username" data-user-id="6997" data-username="Traveler" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6997/">Traveler</a>), Terry (<a class="username" data-user-id="1702" data-username="BoundObsession" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1702/">BoundObsession</a>)<br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/>Chris only just caught the glance from Addy indicating she needed a word with him. He had almost forgotten the look, but it, and others, came flashing back to him in a swirling storm of memory. The older man nodded slightly, giving the subtlest acknowledgement he could to her plea, for he knew at least one other sibling would push themselves in if he used words to affirm their later rendezvous.<br/><br/>Chris settled into his spot and noticed Kenji slink away slightly at the scent of his smoke. He felt bad for Kenji; he knew the cigarettes brought up a less than pleasant time in the younger man's past, but this was how Chris' stress chose to silence itself. All the older man could do was take care to watch where he blew his smoke.<br/><br/>Not that he got more than a couple drags before Emmy knocked his cigarette into the trash with a pen and set The Stare on him. In that moment, and for the five or six after it, Chris felt a bubbling deep within that he had locked away before Emmy and Iris were truly cognizant of their elder brother's temper. If his powers had manifested as raging flames, or even like Iris' affinity with lightning, the room would have changed drastically. But Chris worked with plants; stalwart and silent, unbending in the harshest winds.<br/><br/>Even with his military training, or perhaps exacerbated by it, Chris' first few years living full time at the manor had been plagued with secret tantrums and near destruction of at least one room in the underground fortress. Addy and Mother had witnessed his outbursts the most; mostly with weights being thrown across the training room like small rocks. Tristan and Kenji had only seen the softer side of his rage, after years of working on himself and only accidentally snapping chunks off tables when he gripped them too hard.<br/><br/>At the height of his rage, Mother had nicknamed him "Hell Blossom", after the hellebore species of flowers. It was her musings in the reason for such a nickname that he began the harsh path to controlling such violatile moments.<i>"The hellebore is fitting of you in many ways, as are many plants like it. They are known for being exceedingly toxic to humans, and yet, with the right knowledge and careful use, were turned into potions and medicines for all sorts of ailments. You, Chris, have to choose; do you be a poison that seeps into your siblings and destroys them, or become a powerful healer for their sicknesses?"</i><br/><br/>The echoing of Mother's words in his mind pulled him from his rage and into calmness once more. Unnatural calmness. The side of him that surged to the surface when The Nine had gone on dangerous missions and needed his guidance. Mother had eventually taught Chris to compartmentalize his emotions into separate personas, ones he could easily draw on in the situations that needed them. His every day actions and mannerisms, that was Chris; the natural leader, full of focus and always ready for action, he called Sarge. Everything else was pushed aside, and now he only vaguely regretted not handling the bad parts alongside the good.<br/><br/>Sarge knew what to do here. It was an intelligence meeting with his family. He straightened his back. Subtle, simple movements. Actions first, then thoughts, then words. That was how the military had craftd him, and oh, did he play a good little soldier. He released the death grip on his thigh. Unlocked his clenched jaw. Then read the file Emmy had brought up for them to look through.<br/><br/>He was beyond agitated that Emmy had done exactly what Mother had requested she not do; upload the dossier to the system. For all his knowledge on physical threats, Chris was far from useful in cyber-security. What he did know was simple; a wall is merely a challenge to people who truly want through it. It was knowledge he carried with him at all times. Sometimes he had been the wall. Sometimes he wanted through the wall himself. As a marine, his platoon's main job was getting thrust behind the wall and knocking it down from the inside. The other branches called them Hell Divers, or more frequently, Suicidal Idiots. But it was a duty Sarge had done well even without his powers.<br/><br/>And then Emmy hit each of the others with a question, and Sarge's stomach sank. He had two answers, and neither were pretty, but his wasn't the first turn, and he had been trained better than to speak out of line.<br/><br/>Instead, he simply replied "I'm staying here, with you, as I should have. You'll have plenty of time to yell at me and cry on me and whatever else. But I was called here by Cabal Gold. I've yet to be welcomed back by my baby sisters." The tone was cold and military, just like the marine buried deep inside the man that spoke, but his features softened and his body slackened as the brotherly persona clambored back to the surface.