Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20170312033542/@comment-26104528-20170707021026

"Hmm...I think I know just the person to talk to." Stahlfritz flipped open his scroll and scrolled through the contacts.

''Ok, when's her test end? ''He thought to himself as he glanced at a nearby clock that read 13:16. Her test ends at 14:00...

"That it? Barely counts if you ask me, bud..." Ingraham shrugged in reply.

"Doesn't count at all if you ask me. Bud." Dr. Martinez grumbled as she heard what the two said over the mic. She recalled the time she was walking in to start her shift when she overheard a wounded hunstman joking about the differences in vale with one of the guards, namely the supposed lack of understanding of how a healthy mind was as crucial to the job as a healthy body. At first she thought it was just the man's Ibaalin roots coming forth, but now she understood. "It sounds to me like he never got to properly find closure and work through these memories. Talking about them is a start, but it's time to truly make peace with the past."

Ingraham inhaled sharply as he pondered the best way to say that back without being callous. Truth be told, there were a number of things he wanted to say, but good ole' Zephrion trained him and many others in the art of self-restraint.

"Working at a second-start place like Flagg, you meet a lot of folks running from something. I can tell you this though: you aren't as fast a runner as you think you are. But a trusted mentor of mine once told me: an unhappy beginning does not have to make an unhappy future. "

"We were hoping to have some of the local townspeople over so they'll know we're with you. We can help cater if it's too much trouble." Honara replied, referring to the Grillby's restaurant on the ground floor of Coronado. Before Flagg moved in, Grillby's was a mediocre joint with mediocre food. Fortunatly, hungry mercs didn't always have the highest of standards; a full belly of something other than nutrient paste was often good enough for them. Soon, the extra business let Hayes hire better chefs, order better ingredients, etc.

"Operative Kix, how do you feel about moving out here? You don't seem to like the city very much." Hargreave asked as she started scrolling through the list of BCU squads stationed out of the overseas office.

"I'll have to talk to my team, but personally, I see no problem." the Jaguar replied, briefly exiting her patrolling trance.