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[pyrotechny]

Wh— what was that? [He doesn't like where this is going.] You don't have a plan for me?

That means I can go back with the others in the meantime! It's reasonable, right? As long as we're being honest, I'd rather be out there doing what I signed up to do, no offense meant.

So when do we go?

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Oh. My. God. Finn! <3

[squadsight]

I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but... I'm pretty sure it doesn't work that way. Just saying.

Hell, I'd rather be doing what I signed up to do.

happy to get that reaction! o7

[pyrotechny]

With all due respect, that doesn't I won't try, ma'am.

Are you supposed to be stationed somewhere too?

o/

[squadsight]

Eh. Your funeral. [Pause.] ...That was a bad choice of words.

At last count, I'm supposed to be in Germany, sweeping a crash site for al- er, X-rays. These muns seem to forget, the world ain't gonna save itself.

[pyrotechny]

[He swallows the sudden lump in his throat at that.] I think you might be jinxing me...

Um, 'X-rays'?

[squadsight]

Welp. Knock on wood. [And she knocks a fist against her skull. Joke? Eeyup.]

ETs. ...Aliens. [Note the serious face, Finn. She isn't joking.]

[pyrotechny]

[There's a weak laugh.] Heh.. yeah.

Ali— what? [But. He. Huh.] Real live aliens, ma'am?

[squadsight]

Long story, don't really wanna go into it right now, it's boring anyway, but yeah. [Go go subject change!]

You a rook? You seem like a total newbie, from the way you're tripping all over yourself.

[pyrotechny]

A-Alright. [He tilts his head at that, fixes his goggles out of sheer reaction when she calls him out.]

I— y-yeah, I am. ... It's that obvious?

[squadsight]

Kind of, but don't sweat it. Everybody starts somewhere. [Vega smiles cheerfully at him.]

Give it time, rook. You'll be kicking ass with the best in no time.

[pyrotechny]

You really think so? [An excited look, mixed with a smile.] Thanks, I appreciate it! Do you have any advice for me, if you don't mind?

[squadsight]

Advice? Hmm... [She puts a hand to her chin and thinks hard.] Well, the only advice I can give is, stick with your squaddies. Don't rush into stuff. Give it time, and the perfect shot'll pop right up.

Buuut I'm a sniper, so this probably doesn't apply to front-line guys like you. Just... be patient. It'll come, rook.

[pyrotechny]

I'm the explosives expert— sort of, anyway. I can clear the way and improvise things, given enough time. [He grins, shrugs.] Patient, I can do that.

Thanks, by the way. I'm Finn.

[squadsight]

Demolitions, huh? That's what Jack, our heavy weapons expert, does. Good. World needs more guys who know how to blow stuff up.

Katia. [And she sticks out a hand for a shake.]

[pyrotechny]

You think so? Well, I am pretty good at what I do.. [Expression's even brighter, and he reaches out to shake that hand.]

Nice to meet you!

[wastingaway]

[Well, this is a punch to the gut.]

Finn...

[pyrotechny]

[Look, a smile on the rookie's face!]

Captain! Boy, am I glad to see you here.

[wastingaway]

[On the one hand: rookie! Let your captain protect you!]

[On the other hand: oh my god, rookie, you're dead and this is traumatizing to the max!]

...Likewise. I assume you got the whole "mun" spiel?

[pyrotechny]

[DON'T TELL HIM he's pretending it was all a bad dream except not ahahha ! ]

Yes, sir. I've been briefed on nearly every question I had about this place.

[wastingaway]

[Yeah. Let's just pretend it's all a bad dream. sob sob]

Good. That's the easy part, then. [Welp.] Listen. Finn. About where your mun's going to be taking you. Don't be alarmed if you see anything strange or suspicious, all right? Even people who've died will show up like nothing's happened.

[We now hold while Chris scowls.] And it's not always the good guys who come back.

[pyrotechny]

[Permission to not cry, sir? ]

Sir? [He lets Chris finish, from beginning to end, scowl included as he looks with just awe at how knowledgeable his leader is.] I-I'm aware of that, sir! Like I said before, I'll do my best, no matter what.

[Pause.] It is okay if I ask for help now and then though, right?

[wastingaway]

[Permission totally granted.]

[Also, geez, stop looking at him like a puppy dog, it's embarrassing.] That's all any of us can do, Finn. Remember that.

It never hurts to have backup. Especially if you're up against something that's a major threat. -And that goes double if Wesker shows up.

[pyrotechny]

[It can't be helped! Chris has been one of his idols ever since he heard of the B.S.A.A., up there with Piers and Jill and, and— And he'll salute.] Roger!

W—Wesker's here, really? [He's only heard stories and read reports, but that makes him fidget, border on nervous.] I'll— keep an eye out for him, he won't get past me!

[.. Finn.]

[wastingaway]

[All this idolization is pretty weird, especially given he kind of turned into a real shitheel for a while there. But what the hell. He'll salute back.]

[Finn. Finn, no. Look at your afterlife, look at your choices. Chris can't help but wince slightly and put on the Srs Bsns voice.]

You see him, you steer clear of him, Finn. I'm serious. I don't want you or Piers or Marco or any of the others dealing with him alone. Dead or not, the man is still a menace. Have I made myself clear?

[pyrotechny]

[Don't let Finn know, he's got a rough idea that things got bad, but he doesn't know how bad.]

[Finn? He flinches a little, standing at attention with the tone, all the nervousness on his face just like it's that day in Edonia.] I— understood, sir. Report back to you, as always?

...well, I said everything on plurk.

[apositive]

[Well, at least he's enthusiastic either way. Piers can't fault the rookie for that.]

It's not that cut and dry, Finn.

and I understood it like I know keysmash well -

[pyrotechny]

Huh? Why not? It's not very fair that we can't do anything against this, when we can do nearly everything else though...

>:V You better

[apositive]

You'd think that was the case, if you're not being sent somewhere you're free to do as you please. But...

[He shakes his head.]

Negative. That just means muns have other plans for you -- for us.

[Namely, memes. Heart-wrenching or cracky, depending on the mood. Or day of the week.]

is that a threat :c

[pyrotechny]

—What are they gonna do to us, Piers?

[ Just a break in rank because that hit him straight in the threat, and ouch.] I mean, sir.

Maybe. ¬.¬

[apositive]

[He doesn't mind it. Honest.]

Don't know, Finn. Just be prepared for anything, alright? Anything.

[It probably sounds ominous but he's not going to sugarcoat things, either. Who knows what the rook can run into when Piers and the others aren't around.]

wow okay THANKS PIERS

[pyrotechny]

[He can run into a lot of things. Isn't the idea of having your kid the rookie run into everything this place has to offer just awesome?]

U-understood. I won't let my guard down.

Only tough love here ROOKIE >:V

[apositive]

[... Oh, Finn.]

Good. Watch your back out there. If you come across any problems, let me know.

join the bsaa they said, it'll be fun they said oAo

[pyrotechny]

[Rookie's got this. .. Kinda.]

Will do! If you need me to clear anything at all, you know how to reach me, sir! [He grins a little. A least in that department, he can shine, sorta.]

[offguard]

They're ridiculous! I have my own friends to help, but I'm stuck here, and I haven't even gotten to do anything! [ ... pause. And said more grudgingly: ] I guess I get to watch more American movies, at least. But still!

Hey, though - you're a soldier, right? You look like one!

[pyrotechny]

Really? How long have you been here...? [He tilts his head, confusion in his frown more than frustration.]

H-Huh? Yeah, yeah I am. B.S.A.A., more specifically.