JIC: [roll]1d20[/roll]/1d100
Sixth Sense always on
Serrano gets a shocked look on his face as his body looks like he will bolt at any moment. ’S..s..sorry. “ He takes a step back with his hands up, palms out, at stomach level. He grabs his goggles and places them up above his eyes. Suddenly he snaps his fingers and grabs his notebook. ”Haunted?? Now i am interested.” His mind starts whipping up ideas. To anyone looking at him, he looks like Dustin Hoffman in Rainman doing math.
He doesn't even react or maybe realize he was called ‘shiny”. He barely even notices when Wolf walks in and out of the room. He does snapback to reality, so to speak, when Wolf returns.
Serrano takes a step back as he realizes he is looking at a real cowboy. ”A cowboy?! Look at those guns.. I like it.” He squints his eyes for a moment, then smiles. ”Maybe if I watch him I can learn something.” With a look of accomplishment, Serrano lets his mind slow down and with a deep breathe, makes his body relax. It is a visible effort.
Wolf wrote:He looks like an armored cowboy and there is a robotic horse outside too so it's not a far stretch to make. "Sorry I missed introductions. We had some rats... Wolf turns to the actual rat, "Huh. Odd. Not talking about actual rats. Just some surveillance outside. Nothing you need to worry about as it has nothing to do with the current job."
Serrano does a salute (Proper salute to those who know) and lets his hand follow through with a hair slicking motion. ”Hope no one caught that. Man, i need to stop doing that” He tries to sluff it off with a silly grin. ”Heya. I am Serrano. Novice Tw at your service.”
Will wrote:"Serrano, welcome aboard. Don't touch the robot. The big guy there gets territorial with his stuff. But there's plenty to check out back at the Compound. Looking forward to working with you."
“Thank you, sir. I will do my best to keep up.” He straightens his coat and tries to pull his measly gear together in some semblance of order. His ears twitch at talk of probable violence. With a quick look over at Nash with a questioning eyebrow, ”Wanna?” without waiting for an answer, Serrano puffs up his little chest and proudly states. ’If you need us, we here.” He pats his shotgun as he speaks.
With a turn of his head, Serrano joins the skills chat. ”I am glad you both can do medicine, as i am only good at fixing machines.although i am trained in knives, rifles and have had hand to hand training.”
Ven wrote:Ven looks the two arrivals up and down, the beautiful dragoness leaning against the counter as she examines them as they enter. "You may call me Ven. We've been told interesting, if vague things about you. I'm curious to see how you'll perform." She offers the pair of newcomers with a sly smile.
Serrano bows his head in respect. ’Hello ma’am, i mean Ven. I am but an open book.’ He sheepishly rubs his ear and steps aside, somewhat behind Nash. He stands up a little straighter when Nash says his piece. By the time Nash is finished speaking, Serrano is beside him, in apparent solidarity.
As the others start deciding if they want to take out the gang or not, Serrano’s mind starts to wander. Have a cowboy, fire guy who talks funny, a combat mage of some kind, a blue giant, and a pretty lady? "What okind of job could these people have for us? Let alone me?” He hears the part about testing the newguys spines and realizes he will need to work hard to prove himself. A memory flashes thru his mind.
He is in the barracks and he was always the slowest one, the weakest one, but the most inquisitive and quick to learn. He drifted around the base when doing drills and always found himself in the garage. Every chance he could he would sneak off to the garage, and every time he was found and dragged back to barracks where the dog and cat boys would bullet the rats. Bulling went from doing chores to eating garbage and sleeping in disgusting conditions. He gives his head a quick shake to clear the memory. ’I doubt these can do any worse.”
Serrano tries really hard to think how he can help and show some initiative as well as a little backbone. ’Excuse me?? Does anyone have anything of one of the gang members?? Maybe i can object read it and get some intel for you? I mean info.”
Wolf wrote: Wolf looks Nash up and down. Nash can feel the assessing gaze of Wolf. "Look kid, I get want to get paid for a job. We haven't made a call on you guys yet. This doesn't involve you yet hence why we're discussing it away from you. On top of that I don't trust you. Wolf let's the last statement hang for a second before continuing, Now if we determine this other issue is in need of immediate attention then you guys will have a choice. Come with us and reap the benefits of any recovered material and acquisition of any excess gear we have on hand, or you can sit here with your thumb up your ass waiting for us to return to complete Ingnatos' job." Wolf makes direct eye contact with Nash, "Think on it. We'll be back in a second." Wolf then heads into the back for the side bar with Will and the others.
Serrano doesn't even hesitate. ’I am in. Put me to work, boss.” His tail starts flicking in excitement. ’finally a chance to prove myself. I am not just a sneaky, puny rat. I am an adventurer.”
IF given something from as gang member, Serrano will object read it.
Object Read