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There was a familiar rhythmic knock on John's door. Seems Coda was back from his vacation early.

-🗣️ of @youngvoice-and-gameplayer

[John opened the door with that same neutral expression of his. Which lightened ever so slightly once seeing a familiar face. He gave a small smile]

"Back from your vacation early? Any reason why?"

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[John stared, not saying anything but his expression tightening with a look mixed with caution and slight disgust. This was certainly an. . . encounter, if he's ever had one.

Slowly. Slowly he responded. Keeping his eyes on the child and keeping an ear out in case anything else. . .unexpected or unorthodox decided to show up.]

It took him a while to answer. Instead letting what the kid said sink in while he listened to the sickening snapping of bones and squishes of flesh. Clearly, whoever this child's father was didn't like him specifically very much and told her about him. How else would he be recognized so easily?

"You'd get in trouble if you told me. . . Things? Army men in general, or me in specific. Sounds like you've heard of me before."

*Peip had gone a moment without problems in Hatchetfield... Of course, that could never last. So when reports of people being attacked and dragged into the sewers by some creature nobody could get a look at, it was almost expected.*

- @pyg-mithale

[John and a few other PEIP members were sent to the town of Hatchetfield once reports got in. Unfortunately John wasn't all that surprised, with how many things happened around here. He and his squad came at night, best not to spook the citizen's.

The General looked around where the last report of an incident occurred, his squad members separating into small groups of 2 or more to other near by locations. John crouched from a distance and looked at a sewer drain, eyes narrowing as he shined a flashlight inside to see if he saw anything remotely suspicious or out of the norm]

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Will reply to rps today gang!!!!! School was crazy I was miserable but I am feeling better! Sorry for the wait frowns

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Rp replies will be slow gang I fear. Your boy is drained from school already I hate it there!

Reblogging on my active rp accs heh

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"I guess, but it really isn't authority. It was more of an. . . emotional attachment aspect. We were close. As you'd expect it'd be harder to let go and realize that person wasn't coming back."

How do you cope with it? Knowing someone you once admired has become so abhorrent? -@lies-lore-lilacs-thorns

"Quite the loaded question. But-"

[He takes a bit to properly think of an answer. Mainly because he wasn't sure how to explain it. Eventually however! He manages to come up with something]

". . .I suppose I realize that what happened, happened. I can't change the past. I focus on what I can control, people I can help. And moved on. It took a while but I got there."

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"Well I'm sure I would smell better if I wasn't marinated in sewer water."

[John replied without much thought, the statement sounding like it should be said with more humor. But his tone remained the same. He would have been more amused about the discrimination of what he smelt like if he wasn't focused on the fact that this child knew he was a General. How? Sure his outfit could cause people to come to such a conclusion. But this was supposedly a kid, a kid, especially one that she looked to be wouldn't even know what a general was. Only another reason to keep his guard up.

He gave a small nod once the child introduced himself. Noting their name in his memory. He decided to push further with questioning, noting how passive the interaction was.]

"I can see. Did you do that?"

[He gestured with his firearm towards the corpse, but kept his eyes on the kid. Barely letting himself blink]

*Peip had gone a moment without problems in Hatchetfield... Of course, that could never last. So when reports of people being attacked and dragged into the sewers by some creature nobody could get a look at, it was almost expected.*

- @pyg-mithale

[John and a few other PEIP members were sent to the town of Hatchetfield once reports got in. Unfortunately John wasn't all that surprised, with how many things happened around here. He and his squad came at night, best not to spook the citizen's.

The General looked around where the last report of an incident occurred, his squad members separating into small groups of 2 or more to other near by locations. John crouched from a distance and looked at a sewer drain, eyes narrowing as he shined a flashlight inside to see if he saw anything remotely suspicious or out of the norm]

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How do you cope with it? Knowing someone you once admired has become so abhorrent? -@lies-lore-lilacs-thorns

"Quite the loaded question. But-"

[He takes a bit to properly think of an answer. Mainly because he wasn't sure how to explain it. Eventually however! He manages to come up with something]

". . .I suppose I realize that what happened, happened. I can't change the past. I focus on what I can control, people I can help. And moved on. It took a while but I got there."

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[The man remained still, expression that stony neutral that only a man of his title could master. The only slight change in said expression was a slight furrow of his eyebrows to display a bit of confusion.

That certainly wasn't the voice he was expecting to hear. It sounded human, young. Very young. Something about it made him look to his gun, watching it lower just slightly. He always had a softer spot for children, the youth of the world. That spot seemed to include. . . whatever this child was apparently. Maybe it was because they looked human. That seemed logical.

Slowly he decided now was the time to speak up. Clearing his throat, his tone came out just as you would expect from a General. Firm, stern, no nonsense. Despite any feeling he felt it showed barely in the way his carried himself. Verbally and physically. He spoke the first question that had been on his mind, and probably most people's if they saw what he was seeing]

"What are you?. . . What are you doing?"

*Peip had gone a moment without problems in Hatchetfield... Of course, that could never last. So when reports of people being attacked and dragged into the sewers by some creature nobody could get a look at, it was almost expected.*

- @pyg-mithale

[John and a few other PEIP members were sent to the town of Hatchetfield once reports got in. Unfortunately John wasn't all that surprised, with how many things happened around here. He and his squad came at night, best not to spook the citizen's.

The General looked around where the last report of an incident occurred, his squad members separating into small groups of 2 or more to other near by locations. John crouched from a distance and looked at a sewer drain, eyes narrowing as he shined a flashlight inside to see if he saw anything remotely suspicious or out of the norm]

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Can I call u a slurp

I suppose so? Unsure why'd you wanna call me that anyway.

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[He couldn't help but grimace at the scene. The unsightly corpse and the. . . display of the circle of life before him was not exactly the thing he had been hoping to see. But at least his gut was right, this wasn't just a kid.

He took a silent breath and raised his gun, for his own safety. He didn't fire yet. Trying to observe what this thing was. All signs point to it being what has dragged people down here. But he didn't know it's strengths, weaknesses. Maybe shooting it wouldn't hurt it and instead make it angry. He didn't want to risk it, as he intended to get out of here.]

*Peip had gone a moment without problems in Hatchetfield... Of course, that could never last. So when reports of people being attacked and dragged into the sewers by some creature nobody could get a look at, it was almost expected.*

- @pyg-mithale

[John and a few other PEIP members were sent to the town of Hatchetfield once reports got in. Unfortunately John wasn't all that surprised, with how many things happened around here. He and his squad came at night, best not to spook the citizen's.

The General looked around where the last report of an incident occurred, his squad members separating into small groups of 2 or more to other near by locations. John crouched from a distance and looked at a sewer drain, eyes narrowing as he shined a flashlight inside to see if he saw anything remotely suspicious or out of the norm]

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[The man froze, staring down at the small child in front of him. Was this someone who had gotten taken? That's what his mind jumped to first but. . . He had this gut feeling despite what was assumed he should remain cautious. His gut was never wrong, at least in his experience.

He was silent. Not alerting the child to his presence but instead trying to peer to the side to see what they were eating. Gun still held tightly in his hand, ready to aim and fire at a moments notice.]

*Peip had gone a moment without problems in Hatchetfield... Of course, that could never last. So when reports of people being attacked and dragged into the sewers by some creature nobody could get a look at, it was almost expected.*

- @pyg-mithale

[John and a few other PEIP members were sent to the town of Hatchetfield once reports got in. Unfortunately John wasn't all that surprised, with how many things happened around here. He and his squad came at night, best not to spook the citizen's.

The General looked around where the last report of an incident occurred, his squad members separating into small groups of 2 or more to other near by locations. John crouched from a distance and looked at a sewer drain, eyes narrowing as he shined a flashlight inside to see if he saw anything remotely suspicious or out of the norm]

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[He barely had time to make a noise when he was dragged down there. He landed on his back, clothes already soaking with sewer water. He was still for a moment. Processing what on earth just happened, before he was able to shake it off and quickly stand. Eyes darting around the tunnels as his hands grabbed his firearm and aimed it into the darkness, awaiting for whatever dragged him down here to attack. . . But nothing.

He let his guard down slightly, noticing how his hat had been knocked off him and was now soaked with water as well. John let out a small sigh and used a hand to pick it up. Not wanting to simply just carry it he wringed it out and put it securely back on his head.

Onto the next part of business. He looked down at his slightly aching arm, thankful it wasn't damaged too much. He could thank his equipment for that. He looked around a bit more and eventually managed to grab his flashlight, which luckily for him, still worked. It flickered for a second then it's bright light illuminated the darkness of the sewer.

Ignoring the smell, he set his gun down and patted his person for his radio. Next important step, let his team know he was down here. He patted where it usually was, and every other pocket on his vest to find. . . nothing. Dammit. Must have fallen off when he got down here, he didn't see it anywhere else on the ground near him. Guess this was a solo mission now.

He took in a deep breath, and decided to pick the direction the creature went in and follow it, keeping on hand on his gun and the other on his flashlight.]

*Peip had gone a moment without problems in Hatchetfield... Of course, that could never last. So when reports of people being attacked and dragged into the sewers by some creature nobody could get a look at, it was almost expected.*

- @pyg-mithale

[John and a few other PEIP members were sent to the town of Hatchetfield once reports got in. Unfortunately John wasn't all that surprised, with how many things happened around here. He and his squad came at night, best not to spook the citizen's.

The General looked around where the last report of an incident occurred, his squad members separating into small groups of 2 or more to other near by locations. John crouched from a distance and looked at a sewer drain, eyes narrowing as he shined a flashlight inside to see if he saw anything remotely suspicious or out of the norm]

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[John's eyes widened with a small bit of alarm, watching the two tails vanish into the dark. They were decent sized, which of course meant whatever it belonged too matched in size as well.

The General considered radioing the rest of his group to come back, but depending on how dangerous this thing is. . . he'd rather not put anyone else in the danger zone if he could help it.

His flashlight moved to where the tails vanished off too as he went from a crouch position to on his knees. Getting a bit closer to the grate.]

*Peip had gone a moment without problems in Hatchetfield... Of course, that could never last. So when reports of people being attacked and dragged into the sewers by some creature nobody could get a look at, it was almost expected.*

- @pyg-mithale

[John and a few other PEIP members were sent to the town of Hatchetfield once reports got in. Unfortunately John wasn't all that surprised, with how many things happened around here. He and his squad came at night, best not to spook the citizen's.

The General looked around where the last report of an incident occurred, his squad members separating into small groups of 2 or more to other near by locations. John crouched from a distance and looked at a sewer drain, eyes narrowing as he shined a flashlight inside to see if he saw anything remotely suspicious or out of the norm]

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Can I call u a slur

No, probably best not to use hateful language like that towards anyone. Me included

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*Peip had gone a moment without problems in Hatchetfield... Of course, that could never last. So when reports of people being attacked and dragged into the sewers by some creature nobody could get a look at, it was almost expected.*

- @pyg-mithale

[John and a few other PEIP members were sent to the town of Hatchetfield once reports got in. Unfortunately John wasn't all that surprised, with how many things happened around here. He and his squad came at night, best not to spook the citizen's.

The General looked around where the last report of an incident occurred, his squad members separating into small groups of 2 or more to other near by locations. John crouched from a distance and looked at a sewer drain, eyes narrowing as he shined a flashlight inside to see if he saw anything remotely suspicious or out of the norm]

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Sighs,,, kicks a rock. I miss using this blog gang. . . hic. . . send asks I BEG HIC

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[The man let out something similar to a sigh and shook his head. Fighting a smile as he took his keys out of the ignition, unlocked his door, and opened it.

Stepping out, he could clearly feel the contrast from the nicely air conditioned interior to the more humid outside. His skin felt sort of sticky, a feeling he wasn't fond of. He ignored it for now, stretching and groaning as his back popped. He really was getting old wasn't he.]

"You know why. I don't think I should have to explain. Think it through."

[He said the last part sarcastically gentle, like a teacher trying to get a child to think out a question on a test. A smirk flashing on his face as he looked away to put his keys in his pocket. The small item jingling as they were put away.

He looked off towards where the spot was located. Many different memories flooded into his head. A different person, a different time. A romantic date. A small argument about going in the Portal. He's laughed here, cried here. He should feel some sort of comfort being here, and he did. But some part of him felt more melancholy, nostalgic. He didn't let it show, however. His face remaining neutral, like the soldier he was made into.]

"Shall we?"

Lingering in the darkness of John’s kitchen, the smell of cigarette smoke and bleach is strong. Wiley lingers in there, lighting the cigarette gifted from last time and bringing it to its lips. It didn’t bother with the light, nor move from the countertop it currently sat on.

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[The time on the clock indicated it was sometime in the evening. John walked into the kitchen, looking disheveled. He couldn't say he's slept well or at all since his last run in with. . .it, putting more focus into work than ever to ignore the buzz in his chest when he thought of that damned kiss. The feeling still lingering on his lips.

His husband had gone on a 5 to 7-day business trip. Which John was more than thankful for. It gave him time to think, to pull himself together so he could continue to be the faithful husband he'd always been. He didn't even notice the other on the counter till he stopped dead in his tracks, slowly turning around and blinking to ensure he was actually not having some sort of sleep-deprived hallucination]

". . .What the hell are you doing here?"