Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

Moonstar · RiverClan Leader

RE: The Patriots .:A Future World RP:. ~Full~

Venomheart · ThunderClan Warrior

ooc; Sorry Moony, I fixed it ^^

Florestadream · RiverClan Warrior

Raising an eyebrow at Glenda's choices, Valerie voiced her interest. "Are you sure that weapons as showy as that are adviseable?" After that, she gave a bored shrug. "Though then again, it is your choice as to what you choose." Browsing the items, Valerie picked up a hunting knife by the handle, noticing it was sheathed. After checking it was sharp enough for her liking - though she had no problem with sharpening it - she returned it to the sheathe, tucking it in the crook of her arm. Unlike most of them, Valerie had little to no training with guns, seeing as her division was hand-to-hand. She could shoot a pistol if she needed to - which was explained by her tossing a holster around her waist and a random pistol - but she preferred hand-to-hand weaponry. She didn't want a sword - too flashy and not easily concealed - so instead reached for another knife, preferably a butterfly knife. Tucking it, folded up, into her pocket, she looked around. Valerie was used to using random objects as weapons. Turning towards Jenny, she held out an open palm. "Do you have a metal emery board?" The woman gave her a cautious look before nodding and handing her one. Satisfied, Valerie stuffed it into her pocket, turning away. "You should be more productive, rather than spending your time worrying about looks. Obviously there is more to be worried by." Her eyes scanned around for anything else, and she chuckled lightly as she strolled over to the swords. They are so flashy and conspicuous - why would someone choose such weapons? Swords do no good for one such as I, nor for people that handle such deadly weapons. It is an interesting array of swords, however. Obviously very well crafted. Many people used these. Such foolish people. Quickly strolling past them, she eyed a pair of gloves with metal plates on the fingers - though it still allowed movement. "Not my choice of fighting, though useful nonetheless." Grabbing the pair of gloves, they too were stuffed into her pockets. Turning towards the others, she gave a grim nod, alerting them that she was ready. "I apologize that I will not be of much use in this mission, unless I am able to get within the enemy's inner circle. My skills with firearms are limited to a pistol - barely." Thought Valerie apologized, there was nothing empathetic in her tone of voice. Her words sounded more like facts and that was what they were. Facts. Always facts.

-- Edited by Florestapaw on Thursday 10th of November 2011 08:01:13 PM

Ebonycloud · WindClan Deputy

William stolled toward a large counter at the back of the armor. Behind it was a a closed off vault and a guard standing in front of it. Labeled above the counter were the words 'In-Field Gear'. William stood before the man, the one behind the counter looking as if he had had extensive genetic modification. He was handsome with a smooth face and a flawless smile. William hated him already.
As the Bio-Agent approached the man behind the counter nodded easily, "Greetings. I see you've picked out all your weapons." He looked at each of the weapons William had chosen before looking a little smugly at the Commander. "I suspect that you need all the tech for your job yes?" William did not reply, he didn't like the way this man talked.
As the silence stretched, the man behind the counter coughed awkwardly, "We have your your ear pieces and com-links. These should allow you to talk over quite a vast distance. All you need do is put the ear piece in your ear and com-link cable will need to be attached to your combat vest communicator." He demonstrated how the proper way to do it was. Easily the man slipped the small ear piece in to his ear and attach a tiny wire to it. From there he put on the standard NAGA style vest. On the front side of the vest was a small protruding pocket with a place to hook in the wire. He inserted the other end in to the top of the box and looked back at William. "Its as easy as that. Anyone who has a NAGA com-radio will be able to hear you," he grinned satisfied.
William lifted a brow at the man, "I hope you know that I've been dealing with this sort of stuff since I was five. You didn't need to explain it." The man behind the counter's mouth hung open for a moment, unsure of quite what to say. William grabbed enough of the com-radios for the whole team. As he turned away he called back, "I was practically born with a gun in my hand, but if you'd like to preach to the choir I would be happy to listen to you explain how to pull a trigger." William turned forward, leaving the flushed man behind him.
He approached his group as the gathered near the elevator. He threw each of them a com-radio expecting each of them to have enough reflexes to catch the item with ease. He hooked his own in to his own vest. All together he looked like a rather tall man with dark hair and way to many guns. He wore black baggy cargo pants that were tucked in loosely to his leather black boots. He wore a short sleeve tight fitting shirt under a rather comfortable long sleeved jacket. Over that he wore a tight vest with various pockets and gizmos covering it. Around his waist he wore the standard issue leather utility belt with black holsters and the magnums resting peacefully inside. His bowie knife rested against the back right side of his vest, easily reachable when he needed it. On the front right side of his vest was the small protruding pocket that he hooked his com-link in to. Now that he placed the ear piece in to his ear, he was ready to go. All together he was an impressive sight, at least to those who weren't Bio-Agents.

Ivoryclaw · ShadowClan Warrior

Daniel caught the com with ease, and looked back up at Ghost Town. "The one-man-armada." He scoffed, not sure whether he gave a complement, or an insult. Thinking about this too much put a stupidified look on Daneil's face without realizing. QUickly he frowned again when he noticed he was thinking too much into it. Daniel sighed and attached the comlink and wire to his ear, and then brushed a red bang that had fallen over his green eyes.

Briarlyric · WindClan Warrior

Catching the com-radio half-heartedly, Gunivere verred off towards the shelves that held the heavier ammunition. Her eyes searched the vast shelving and she sometimes grabbed a weapon here or there and loaded it into her side slung Swedish army belt. A smile lit her usually calculating gaze as her twiddling finger brushed against a double barrel rocket launcher. A inconspicious M41, to be exact. Not flashy at all... has a great scope to it and has reloadable amunition. Her brain processed rapidly and she set the wonderfully made weapon aside and gentally loaded the rockets into the slung backpack across her sholders. Pausing for a moment, Guinevere lifted the rocket launcher into her hands and flitted across towards her group.

Ebonycloud · WindClan Deputy

OOC: I just noticed, Briarpaw you have enough posts and have been on this forum long enough to become a warrior :D If you want to be a warrior go ahead and PM Moonstar about it ;D She will get to you as soon as she can.
Sorry for no IC this time guys ^^" Ain't got much to say.

-- Edited by Ebonycloud on Friday 11th of November 2011 12:30:30 AM

Briarlyric · WindClan Warrior

OOC: I really did not realize that I had enough until you pointed it out to me, Ebonycloud. So, thank you! :)

Florestadream · RiverClan Warrior

Catching the com, Valerie attached it to the earpiece and placed the ear piece in her ear. Then turning towards Ghost Town, she raised an eyebrow. "Rude, are we? They know nothing of our world, Ghost Town. Wouldn't you rather it that nobody else went through what you went through?" Though usually uncaring, Valerie had become that way due to her experiences. Having anyone else become like her seemed almost upsetting. Almost. Turning her back to him, she fitted the sheathed hunting knife to a holster beside the pocket that held her butterfly knife. Hidden in a pocket meant for writing utensils - the purpose, unknown, though it seems the vest had many useless pockets - was the nail file. The gloves were slipped onto her hands and she looked at the elevator with an indifferent expression, all the while remembering the encrypted message, a frown slowly marring her face.

Ivoryclaw · ShadowClan Warrior

Daniel quickly had walked over to the tech area. His eyes nearly lit up as he saw so many of the equiptment. "This is more like it." Daniel was extremely good at technology, as they had stated. He noticed a datapad, and a computer hacking hologram device. Daniel snatched both of them, and clicked them on to his utility belt. He also had taken wire and a scanner. "Much better." He said, then looked back over to the rest of his team, and frowned.