ISABELLE
Isa went over one last mental check through all her stuck, rummaging through her pack and counting out what she had. Her books checked out, along with a fully filled ink pen for seals. Her blade was tight to her side, having recently sharpened it from her last mission. Ammo stocked and everything set up for her pistol. Allowing a sigh to escape her, she knew she was as ready as she could be.
“Still not sure why we're bringing the young ones.” Isa spoke to herself as she slung her bag onto her shoulders, making sure the straps were snug as she liked them. Others would take longer, as they needed to get larger weapons from the armory or hopefully some showers. Securing her room as was habit, she headed towards the front door, noting that she wasn't the first team member there. Even koonbish the drunk had managed to make it before her. Though she was able to catch the larger Mongolian giving the young werewolf an offering of his drink.
“Did I miss something?” Isa asked as she joined the group, tossing her bag into the nearest car.
“Good afternoon Isa. Mari and Mom are expecting a litter. A large litter.” Arthur greeted the woman as she entered the group. Isa's eyes lit up at that notion, a huge smile breaking along her face. She had to resist a rather girly squeal as she pulled Arthur into a tight hug of congratulations.
“You have to let us know when the pups are born. There's no way I would miss that.” Isa made sure the man agreed, though he looked a little worse for wear. Normally Isa wouldn't be much for watching a birthing, but it wasn't every chance she could see a werewolf give birth, let alone two. This was something she didn't want to miss.
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NATE
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“Claude, are you sure Henry is right on this?” Nate asked as he finished getting dressed, looking towards Claude. The orc stopped for a few moments before cracking a smile.
“Hooh? Is the powerful and brave Nate scared of going outside the compound?” Claude teased the young boy, sitting down on the bed and looking the boy over, watching his young face twist in annoyance and anger. All of which was followed by him pounding a foot on the ground, his face screwed up with courage.
“I’m being serious here. This is my first mission and I get to be part of the crew rescuing team Mustang, in the middle of nowhere Alabama.”
“It's actually in Montana.”
“You know what I mean! They are sending us in there with basically no info other than to save the team. What if we get attacked by … I dunno evil deer or something. I've never had to kill something, and what if I end up costing someone because of that, or may” Nate began to ramble some before Claude set a hand on the boys head, stalling the onslaught of questions pouring forth. He could understand Nate's concern, but they were unfounded, the team having done several missions akin to this, even escort missions as needed.
“Listen, the team is highly trained and experts in their fields. They know your limits better than you and will work around it. I assure you that you won't be causing any problems for them in the mission, as long as you keep a level head. Take this mission at face value, a chance to show your skills and get out of here.” Claude assured the young boy. He knew where most of his worry came from, knowing that it was not only his first mission, but one with his father. The pressure he must be feeling to complete the mission muet be huge.
“Now, lets go over what I got set up for you.” Claude redirected the young boys attention, listing off the items he had, from the standard pistol loadout with his totems, to the extra set of clothing(double for socks), his staff tucked away, to several enemy repellants he might be able to use. Even the knife was tucked in there for his use, along with some extra wood blocks for carving.
“Now, you got all that?” Claude questioned, getting a serious nod from the boy. He smiled then took the boy towards the car lot, thankful that others were already gathered. Nate adjusted the bag on his shoulders, feeling that giddy joy bloom in his stomach, along with the nerves starting to bundle up. He swallowed it though, standing firm in front of his Fath- Connor, the leader of the mission.
“Ready and reporting for duty, sir.” Nate spoke in as clear as voice possible, which wasn't helped by the cracking nerves getting in the way. He could feel his face flush red before looking to the ground, keeping his posture firm despite the embarrassment.
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