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[boston_bruiser]

It’s a cold and tired SEAL who walks up to the bar this – morning? Afternoon? Evening? He’s not sure anymore, and it’s not making him any happier.

“Bah, gimmie a piece of cahdboard and a Sharpie, if you will.”

Which I won’t.

He sighs. “Please?”

Sharpie and cardboard, as requested.

Was that so hard?

“Oh, come on. You shouldn’t even be sentient in the first place.”

That’s not very nice.

“You – nevahmind, I got shit to do.”

Former United States Navy SEAL seeking employment

Skilled in:

Close Quarter Battle
Hand-to-hand combat
Rappelling/fastroping
Ambush/counter-ambush techniques
Offensive and defensive driving techniques
VIP protection
Intelligence/counter-intelligence tradecraft
Reconnaissance and surveillance/counter-surveillance
Wilderness survival
Resistance to interrogation
Escape and evasion from hostile forces
Conventional and underwater demolitions
Camouflage and concealment
Marksmanship
Swimming/diving (open and closed circuit SCUBA)
Maintenance and use of 20th to early 21st century weapons
Parachuting
Basic first aid

Fluent in:
Pashto
Spanish
Arabic
Russian
Chechen
Korean
Persian

Willing to teach:
All of the above

Willing to negotiate to set rates

Talk to me if you are interested. I will be wearing a gray polo shirt and blue jeans.

That’s a biiig piece of cardboard.

Pretty neat handwriting, too, considering.

Voodoo? He’ll be in one of the booths by the window, staring at the light show. Doesn’t take much to occupy him.

(OOC: Open 'til it scrolls.)

(EDIT: And slowtime is over!)

[Tinytag: Voodoo (Medal of Honor)]

Comments

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Ellen's been out with her Brahmin for a bit, making sure Rachel and Leah doesn't give birth without her. (One cow, two heads. Rachel is the one on the right.) Her path back in from the stables leads her by the noticeboard, Dogmeat at her heels; she stops and peers up at the new sign.

John-117, she's pretty sure, isn't coming back. If she's going to get back up to speed any time soon, she's going to have to take some steps other than working with Paladin Gunny. This... this looks like a good step.

Ignore the icon, please. The young woman- nineteen years old at the most- is a day's growth out from shaven-headed, and has a number of faded scars in visible places, including a couple of unfortunate notches in one ear. She's also wearing a dark green uniform that could've fit right in on the set of an Irving Berlin musical about the Second World War, although at the moment its only insignia is a patch on one shoulder. She and her dog are going to see about tracking this fellow down.

[boston_bruiser]

Voodoo's just going to drum his fingers on the table. The light show gets a little boring after a while. He really should've asked Bar for a deck of cards while he was at it. Or a guitar. Or a book. Or something.

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Well, hopefully a visitor will prove a suitable distraction.

"Sit, Dogmeat," Ellen murmurs as she approaches; the dog does so. She then raises her voice. "Sir? Are you the person who posted the notice about training opportunities?"

[boston_bruiser]

"Yeah, that'd be me," Voodoo replies. He turns to look at his visitor. The shaved head makes him do a double-take, but he recovers quickly.

"So. Whaddaya need?"

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"I'm currently recovering from a three week hospital stay for radiation poisoning," Ellen says. "Before I was exposed I was training with a UNSC soldier in hand-to-hand, marksmanship, and general physical fitness. I'd like to get back onto a training schedule here so that I can pass my instructor's readiness assessment back home as soon as possible and get assigned out in the field again."

[basic_powers]

Tyler's been upstairs working away at the BEAM robot supplies he got for the holidays. He always tries to check the bulletin board, just to keep up with the notices on when the full moon is, for the sake of light saber practice.

He just staring up at the notice a bit thinking before turning and looking for the most likely person to have put it up. There's a CHANCE that he could learn some of these skills from Adrian, but he hasn't seen the Marine farting around in the woods with his eyeball dog-thing in a long time.

[boston_bruiser]

He'll find Voodoo at the window, drumming his fingers and considering the fact that before this, he never would've thought being stranded in a bar would be this bad.

A distraction would be welcome at this point.

[basic_powers]

Tyler takes one quite considering look at the man, heading to the Bar first before bringing over a deck of cards. Bored, on-edge-people make for poor talking and setting up.

"Hello, how good is that notice on the bulletin board for lessons?"

[boston_bruiser]

Voodoo glances at Tyler as he comes over to the booth, deck of cards in hand.

Good thinking, Tyler. Voodoo's got a soft spot for Texas Hold 'Em.

He considers Tyler's offer for a second, then shrugs. He's just a kid. He couldn't possibly do any harm, right?

Right?

"What the hell. If you think you can take it, I'll teach ya."

[basic_powers]

....yeah, everyone will just let Voodoo keep thinking that, until he bears witness to Tyler's tiny bad ass normal abilities.

"I'd like to learn more about survival, evasion, resistance, and escape techniques mostly, how much would lessons in those be?" Tyler asks, sitting across from him in the booth and putting the deck on the table.

[evilontheloose]

Well, there is a short girl in cargo trousers and dark blue t-shirt reading the notice.

She'd be utterly unremarkable but for the fact she's also carrying a handgun, pistol of some type, and for the cybernetic left forearm.

Jordan might have an interest in hiring a SEAL, but the question is, would a SEAL work for her?

[boston_bruiser]

That mainly depends on what she'd have him doing.

Voodoo sees her looking at the notice out of the corner of his eye. He glances at the pistol and grunts. More people are carrying in this bar than he expected.

His notice is still good.

[evilontheloose]

Well, she will head over to the only man wearing the described attire. "You're the SEAL?" Direct to the point.

[boston_bruiser]

Voodoo nods. "That'd be me. You need something?"

[evilontheloose]

Cybernetic hand on her hip, Jordan gives a nod. "You listed close quarter battle, hand-to-hand combat, ambush and counter-ambush techniques, offensive and defensive driving techniques, vip protection." Among other things.

"I want you to teach an AI how to do those things."

[flail_victoria]

There is a girl wearing a pair of sweats with the Hellsing logo printed on the right chest and the knee. She's got the biggest possible rifle, well its a canon really, and she's cleaning it at a table nearby. She's also got a pot of tea in a carafe and a mug, untouched.

[boston_bruiser]

That's a pretty big rifle.

Don't mind him. He's just going to stare at it for a while.

[flail_victoria]

Rifle or rack?

She noticed that feeling of being stared at. Soon she was staring back.

[boston_bruiser]

Rifle, of course.

He doesn't notice her staring back. Eventually he starts staring out the window again.

[flail_victoria]

She stood up and walked up to him.

"Um hi," she said.

[a1enzo]

Huh. That looks promising. Potentially.

The plastic-looking teen who approaches Voodoo is in uniform. He always is. No Earthly uniform, though. Which, y'know, makes sense.

"Hey. You the SEAL guy?"

[boston_bruiser]

Voodoo looks at said plastic-looking teen and nods.

"Yeah, that'd be me. Who're you?"

[a1enzo]

"Enzo Matrix, Guardian cadet version 4." He offers a salute.

[boston_bruiser]

Voodoo grunts, but doesn't return the salute. "I appreciate the gesture, but I'm not an officer. Well, I wasn't. EASed five years ago," he lies.

That and they don't salute uncovered, i.e. indoors.

"So. Something you need?"

[a1enzo]

Enzo shrugs. He's not even sure what EAS means. Sprites do not frequently change careers or retire.

"I was wondering what you charge for lessons."