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Okay, no context, just curious: Do you possibly have a shrine of oranges?

… I plead the fifth.

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@veiled-lil-lamb this u?

𝖵𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗉 🐑

via bopeep_valaisblacknose

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be a-round!!

what can the whole of an orange do that a half can never do?

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Whole... Half... of an orange? Uh, I don't think I know the answer to that-

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o7 lamb

Tiny—I mean, Sergeant—Gods, it feels wrong to call you 'tiny'...

Either way, heard the mess hall's got a few assorted pastries. They're being all secretive about it before it becomes the talk of the base and people rush over there.

Just thought you might fancy some of them, given your liking to a certain fruit.

ooooooo i might mosey over there to see if they have some oranges. you want me to pick you up anything?

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Tiny—I mean, Sergeant—Gods, it feels wrong to call you 'tiny'...

Either way, heard the mess hall's got a few assorted pastries. They're being all secretive about it before it becomes the talk of the base and people rush over there.

Just thought you might fancy some of them, given your liking to a certain fruit.

ooooooo i might mosey over there to see if they have some oranges. you want me to pick you up anything?

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yah, I came back from medical leave and now there a bunch of new people haha

Hi :D [quietly dies internally cuz it took me 5 minutes to decide whether or not to send an ask and all I have to say is "Hi" 😔]

- Mod Miixen of @veiled-lil-lamb

(haha it’s fineee lol)

hiya lamb! How’s it goin

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Oscar worthy movie we will make

@veiled-lil-lamb @5unbird @ask-callsign-vixen

You’re starring in a movie with the last person saved in your camera roll and the last song you listened to is the title. who/what is it?

Thank you @efingart for the tag!! 💕

tagging: @alypink @revnah1406 @whitewolfmystery @islandtarochips @welldonekhushi and anyone else who wants to join!

Are we surprised at all? 😂😂

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Hi :D [quietly dies internally cuz it took me 5 minutes to decide whether or not to send an ask and all I have to say is "Hi" 😔]

- Mod Miixen of @veiled-lil-lamb

(haha it’s fineee lol)

hiya lamb! How’s it goin

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How It Started

(Lore drop on how she met Hound.)

The air was thick with jet fuel and the scent of damp earth when Maeve Varron stepped off the transport. The tarmac stretched before her in the dim morning light, damp from the night's rain, the horizon tinged with the dull gray of overcast skies.

She adjusted the strap of her rucksack, its weight pressing into her shoulder, and took in the unfamiliar surroundings—hangars, barracks, watchtowers, all arranged in precise, functional order.

This was no ordinary base.

The Task Force 777 Forward Operating Site was a world away from where she'd come from. The men and women moving through its gates carried themselves differently—alert, efficient, sharper than any standard unit she’d seen. It was a place of ghosts and shadows, a proving ground for those who operated in the thin space between intelligence and warfare.

Her uniform still had that fresh-issue stiffness to it, her boots barely broken in. She had trained for this, fought for this, but? Standing there now, she felt small. Not weak—just untested.

A bit later...

A corporal checked her orders, barely sparing her a glance before gesturing her through. "New intake’s over there," he muttered, pointing toward a group of similarly green recruits by the admin building. Maeve nodded, squared her shoulders, and walked forward.

The first thing she noticed was that everyone here already seemed to know the score. Even the recruits had that lean, wired look—people who had been through things, who had more than just training under their belt. She tried to suppress the prickle of self-consciousness creeping up her spine.

This was where she would either rise or break.

She first saw him during the evaluation drills.

They had been at it for hours—stress tests, endurance trials, quick-decision combat scenarios, all meant to see who was worth keeping. Maeve was holding her own, but she wasn’t exceptional. Not yet.

Then he stepped into the training bay.

A man built like something carved from stone, but with an ease to his movements that made him seem untouchable. No wasted energy, no unnecessary motions—just sharp, calculated efficiency. His presence alone was enough to shift the air in the room.

"That’s Hound," someone murmured nearby.

Maeve didn’t look away. She didn't need to be told twice.

She had heard of him. A legend among those who operated in the deep shadows of intelligence warfare. Former special operations, now one of the senior field leaders in Task Force 777. A man whose instincts were razor-sharp, who could dismantle an opponent before they even knew they were being played.

And then his eyes landed on her.

A flicker of something unreadable—assessing, calculating. Then, just as quickly, disinterest.

She felt her stomach tighten. Bad first impressions, already?

For the rest of the exercise, she pushed herself harder, forcing down fatigue, ignoring the burn in her muscles. Maybe he noticed. Maybe he didn’t. But when she glanced back once more, he was gone.

Two weeks into training, she was called to the briefing room.

She had spent the morning on the range, and the scent of cordite still clung to her sleeves as she stepped inside, standing at attention.

Hound was already there, along with a handful of senior officers. He leaned against the edge of the table, arms crossed, expression unreadable. When the briefing officer approached her and spoke, his voice was clipped, impersonal.

"Assignments are being finalized. Varron—you're going to Hound."

A beat of silence.

Maeve blinked, unable to stop the slight hitch in her breath. She wasn’t the only one surprised. She caught the glance exchanged between two of the other recruits from the same batch as her. Being assigned to Hound was… different. His team wasn’t for standard initiates. And deep down, doubt started to form. Was she cut out for his team? Could she do this?

Her pulse kicked up, anticipation bubbling underneath. But despite that, she tried to maintain a calm façade, to show she was unrattled. "Understood," she said, keeping her voice even.

Hound didn’t react. As soon as the briefing officer approached another recruit, he pushed himself off the table, studying her with the same sharp, assessing look he had given her back in the training bay.

"You follow orders?" he asked.

"Yes, sir."

"Quick learner?"

"I try to be."

He exhaled through his nose, something like a scoff—whether it was amusement or skepticism, she couldn’t tell.

"You’ll need to be."

And with that, he turned and walked out, not bothering to look back once or twice.

Maeve didn’t move, even as the others around her started shifting, exchanging glances at her. Waiting, expecting. Hound had given her no reassurance, no approval. Only the expectation that she would either keep up—or she wouldn’t.

Maeve swallowed her nervousness down, squared her shoulders, and quickly ran after Hound to follow him.

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open rp

Clementine writhed in her bed, old memories slashing through her mind as she tangled herself up in thin sheets. It was only when she managed to wrap some of the sheet around her neck and almost choke herself did she wake up suddenly, gasping. It almost felt like walking through a memory as she got up and out of her bed, careful not to wake anyone else in the barracks, and made her way outside. She leaned against the railing, watching as her breath curled in the cold air. Then, she heard a noise behind her, and turned.

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i heard you like kitties :333

This is my kitty oc :P

OH THEY ARE JUST THE CUTEST!!!! LITTLE BABY!!!

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MOD DOES THIS ACCOUNT ROLEPLAY? :3

[YES PLEASE TALK TO ME]

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heard y' got th' bandages off. how're y' feeling? anything t' report?

It itches SO MUCH. Good lord it’s like my bones are covered in bug bites! My face never felt like this when it was still bandaged. Guess it was an ‘out of sight, out of mind’ type thing. I’m getting better at not knocking into stuff though!

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I took the bandages off today. I don’t know what I expected, really. Maybe I thought I would take them off, and my eye would still be there, and you would come up behind me and pull me away from the mirror. Instead, I looked in the mirror and didn’t recognize what I saw.

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im supposed to take my bandages off today. I feel scared  excited :) glad to be getting back to normal what will i see? one more step over the gaping hole where my eye used to be everything that happened :D

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there was a rhythmic knock on the door before it opened slightly and Clementine strode into the office. She almost walked into the doorframe, as she still had large white bandages covering half of her face, but swerved just in time and made it in unharmed. She then turned to carefully face Vixen and said cheerfully:

"hiya, I heard you where new around here! I brought you a little welcome gift."

She pulled out a small gift box from her coat and offered it to Vixen with a smile.

⟨⟨♧ OPEN STARTER ♧⟩⟩

⟨⟨♧Going to be digging deep and have this be when she first got transferred. Meaning she's freshly transferred from Shadow Company. So there will be animosity from her and your characters can have animosity towards her. ~ Mod Vixen♧⟩⟩ There she was, fresh off the helicopter with her bags in hand. It was loud with recruits training on the fields. Teams are getting ready for whatever missions they were tasked with. Laswell was by her side to help her navigate the base and introduce her to Captain Price and the team. Of course, the change was a lot for Juniper to take in after settling in. After meeting the team, some of them she knew from Las Almas, there was hostility between them. She was mostly keeping to herself, not really talking to others on base. Getting used to the chaos that was the Task force was unnerving for her. She was used to the somewhat more put together, teamwork of Shadow company. Although in the end she'd turned her back on them. Currently she was in her newly appointed office, given to her because she was a hybrid. She hadn't yet received any missions or patients to help out with in the medbay. No, instead she was pouring over paperwork with her headphones on to cancel out background sound.