<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/NEkAnom.jpg?1)</div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Major Laurence Barnes<br/><strong>Title:</strong>Prophet<br/><strong>Game:</strong>Crysis Series<br/><strong>Time:</strong>01-18-0900<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Kill Zone Obstacle Course<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Sheva, Mario,<br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong>Tingle<br/><hr/><br/>He locked eyes with the only other black person there, and nodded his head when she asked them all about the invites. "Nail on the head. Nice to meet you. Everybody calls me Prophet."  He gave her a polite nod of his head and a smile when he introduced himself. She seemed pretty nice, and just plain pretty too. He wondered what her whole thing was. Honestly, he wondered about everyone here. Even the people he knew and knew of. Well that's what they were hear to find out, so like most things in life he just needed a bit of patience and he'd get the answers he was looking for. When Mario responded that his mustache had been on his face just seconds ago made Prophet wonder.<br/><br/>Was it a power up? Or something that the Kill Zone consider useful? Or were they just being dicks and screwing with the new recruits? He had no real idea, but yeah, Mario's lip warmer was gone, and now he honestly looked kinda funny. Prophet wouldn't say that to his face though. "Sorry, man. Maybe they're just fuckin' with us? Hell, it's a tradition in the military to screw you over just before shit gets hard so they can test your mettle and all that. And who knows, maybe the ladies like a baby face?"<br/><br/>He was trying to help the poor guy out who was clearly distraught over losing one of his most prized possessions.  He let his attention drift from the plumber when the short, squat, round, kinda ugly, weird lookin' guy stepped up. His name was Tingle...and he'd just farted. And he wanted a fairy? "The fuck?" That was all he could think to say when he saw the man, and he hadn't even thought when it came out. It was just so...unsettling was a good word. So unsettling he just reacted. Sheva was the last one up, and he nodded. Not only was she beautiful, but she was a soldier, and spec ops no less.<br/><br/>He had a feeling they'd get along fine as he was sure they'd both gone up against some pretty crazy shit in their own games. Resident Evil was known for it's freaky, undead horrors. After all of them had introduced themselves, Guile stepped up and made it clear that their names meant nothing to him, nor the other KI's. The introductions were for each other, and at least now he knew the basics of the people he was working with. Since they were all supposedly nameless at the moment, he quickly saw the connection between this and his own military practices, like calling all new recruits "Maggot" or "Fresh Meat" or any other number of insulting names meant to break you down before you earned your name back.<br/><br/>The flat topped soldier then told them what teams they'd be on. Eight of them meant two teams of four, and the first team was...Shanoa, Jack, Tingle and Sheva. Well at least Tingle wasn't on his team. That left him, Mario, Rose, and that Prinny Penguin thing. Well...yeah at least Tingle wasn't on his team. He could still smell that guys fart. What the fuck did he eat?! When Mario complained about the other team having all the women, he leaned over and whispered in his ear. [/color=darkblue]"Rose is pretty cute. Plus, we don't get that Tingle guy. Count your blessings, Paisan."[/color]<br/><br/>Guile left then. And Cammy left too, saying they weren't ready for her. She didn't know what they were ready for...most of them at least. But again this was already reminding him of home, so he didn't say anything, just like he'd let drill instructors get away with a lot of stuff in basic. With the teams selected, the KI's started splitting them off. He simply nodded to Angeal when he took control over the group and told them they'd be getting started on his test immediately. Good. The quicker they get it out of the way, the quicker things progress.<br/><br/>On the way, he looked over his teammates. Mario was Mario. Except he'd trimmed the fat and replaced it with muscles. And since Mario was basically one of the original platformers, when that obstacle course came into view, Prophet knew Mario would excel. Even without his powers, he was still Mario. So he didn't worry about him. He himself was an elite soldier who did obstacle courses like this so many times it was second nature. Literally. At one point he actually hated the entire concept as every time he moved to a new division it seemed like he had to run a course to show them how good he was, how fast he was, how strong he was. It got annoying after a while.<br/><br/>He'd be good. Rose he wasn't sure about, but she looked at least like she could handle herself and do a good job. He didn't know what her game was, but at least she seemed capable. His one concern was the Prinny. He was a three foot tall penguin...with<em>peg legs</em>.  How could a penguin with peglegs, plural, do something like this? And it wouldn't be so bad if he had hands, but the little guy was a penguin! So he had little penguin flippers. Could he even grab things? He'd seen the salute earlier, but making a gesture was a far cry from grabbing a rope hard enough to hold yourself up while climbing a wall...with his peg legs. How did he even work? And why did he call everyone dood?<br/><br/>The little modified creature was fascinating, but he could focus on that stuff later. For now he needed to concentrate if he wanted to do good and do right by his team. His attention snapped to Angeal when he started to speak, and he narrowed his eyes when they were informed time wasn't the only thing they were being judged on. Again, just like home. You protect your unit, watch your buddies back. He probably wanted to see if they'd risk a good time to help a teammate who was falling behind or needed help. Prophet certainly would. He'd done a lot more than that before. And looking at Prinny, he figured today he might need to. He also said no gear, no powers, no nothing.<br/><br/>Back to bare bones. Old school. He liked it, even though he'd miss his suit. He lined up with the others after taking in as much of the course as he could. When they were waiting for Angeal, he quickly spoke to the others. "No disrespect, little man. But everyone keep eyes out for Prinny. He's not built for this course." It was obvious that with flippers for hands and peg legs for feet, he was at a huge disadvantage. But Prophet felt the need to point it out in case the others hadn't really paid attention, or the little penguin was too proud to ask for help.<br/><br/>Not that he thought he was, but he'd worked with people like that before. And his way of thinking on the subject was always... Fuck that shit, pride was important, but right now they were supposed to be a team and it could take a back seat.  "Help him if he needs it!" And then it started. He leaned forward a bit and took off, blazing through the tires with the ease and skill of a man whose people invented the obstacle course. About the same time as Mario, he was out the other side, but instead of continuing on, he looked back at Rose and Prinny. Angeal had said time wasn't the only thing. So while it was important, he wanted to make sure his whole team made it through this.<br/><br/><hr/><em>1301 words: 4 XP<br/><strong>[||||||||||]</strong> 9/10</em>