"Oi. I'm Union Jack, Colour Sergeant in the Royal Marines of the United Kingdom, therefore my namesake as a pony. Ain't so sure 'bout how the bloody hell I've gotten here, but - don't remember much anyway. Looking forward to seeing you in Manehattan."
"Raina! Raina, get back here!" He said, hobbling outside on his three legs. "Raina! Come back inside!" He yelled and a pegasis that was flying away. He sighed, and looked up. He stopped and sniffed. "Is that….? What is that…?" He mumbled. It smelled vaguely like something...
"Uh....you alright stranger?" He asked, shifting his weight some on his front legs. "You smell funny." He said. He looked the other unicorn up and down, the smell clear and filling his nose. "Um...do you need a shower or something?"
"Raina! Raina, get back here!" He said, hobbling outside on his three legs. "Raina! Come back inside!" He yelled and a pegasis that was flying away. He sighed, and looked up. He stopped and sniffed. "Is that….? What is that…?" He mumbled. It smelled vaguely like something burning. But…like smoke. He looked around for the source of the smell.
The purple unicorn blinked for a few seconds. His glasses were cracked, mainly just small cracks on the lenses. He had still a good sense of his mind, at least.
"Whoa, man.. like.. the hell happened?" The British unicorn, from all thoughts, was incredibly calm. Mellow, even.
"Being what feels like the worst unicorn ever, I decided to get off of my ass, put down the multitool for a little while, and started getting a little bit more into spells. A few mistakes here and there, but I'm at a broader stroke of the brush now, and more versatile magically. Still the worst unicorn ever."
"However, this also gauges what I can do out of spells for those who may gain, or have gained, the service of me fighting alongside them."
Follower Introductions | "Strangers And A Friend" | Don't Need To Reply
Union found his time not to really be swiped away in pain or ease with a simple look. But, the group - at least that was what his depth perception was telling him, trying to single it down to one. Different shapes - heights came to mind, flickering briefly before really dropping.
However this situation was meant to play out with his thoughts and mind teaming to play a simple trick, he could recognize only one height - that of a best friend, whom he really couldn't forget.
Then, there was a smaller stature that he could remember - a somewhat peculiar, frail appearing stature belonging to a pony he didn't know the look of - nor name of.
And yet, there was another figure - or more. He blinked a little, clearing his mind and straightening his focus some, but not enough. Yet, he couldn't let himself be stuck there in a confrontation without greeting.
Tossing and turning in bed was going to get far too annoying, especially at 6:05 - well, mattering on the timezone, really.
That thought accompanied the drifting pen as it went across paper on Union's desk in the Manehattan apartment.
I think Equestria goes by eastern? Hell if I know. Might matter on the pony if it's six in the morning or one in the morning.
His thoughts wouldn't line up with what's written on the page, and that was something probably entirely different. A few more things were on his desk - a key, primarily going to a storage locker half-way across town. He cleaned up shop, really, and got things shipped out, mostly.
Union dropped the pen and his glasses slipped from his face, accompanying his misty aura. One more thing acted as a companion to the keys on the desk, the page he wrote on, the pen and his glasses - a M92FS handgun.
If one were to look at Union, constantly, and the area around his desk, there would probably be a gun nearby.
January, H.M.Y - Two Thousand Fourteen
"I've shifted a lot of the guns that I've repaired that appear to have no owner any longer, or at least they haven't come to get them, into storage for now. If they come around, I'll pick them up and ship them over. I've done more damage to myself than the guns, at least. I've been trying to keep stuff a little.. tidier, I guess. Small knack of OCD? Col starting to nag? Fuck. If. I. Know.
I've noticed some issues with myself, and alcohol lately. I might want to steer clear from it - just to make everything a lot easier. Not gonna help if I drop without a few good insides. Or outsides, with how much I fall down the god damn stairs because of one of these three - Col, Solsty, or Way - accidentally taking over when I need to walk.
Bad jokes.
But, yeah. I guess I need to pick up on this - one every month, these little.. entries. Keeping them in the top desk drawer, locking it up. I've taken to the M92FS and the PT92 - I might as well keep the 92FS nearby, however, for whenever I need something to keep to defense with. Solstice has been having a few issues with her PPK, last I checked, with her sights. I can do a friend a favor if she'll talk to me about it.
OOC Situation & Follower Introductions | "The Four" ; Don't Have To Respond
Yet, one member of that small group was standing in front of him - and the only option he had was to greet them, to avoid being rude. With a simple tone, he spoke.
"A pleasure to see you again," she greeted Union Jack with a smile. "How have you fared, for it has been some time since last we exchanged conversation!"
"Great to see you again as well," Union nodded in response. His tone drew a little more emotion into it - happy to see a friend he hasn't spoken with in a while.
"I've been doing quite well, surprisingly enough. Other than that, although, how've you been?"
OOC Situation & Follower Introductions | "The Four" ; Don't Have To Respond
((Well, damn. Google's been a big kick-in-the-crotch lately, so, yeah. New account. I don't have a way to force redirection from the askcolsgtunionjack blog, but, things'll pick up here if I can get back around everyone I followed. One tulpa will be absent for a small time being in conversation and activity, based on a current circumstance.))
((Now to introduce the four of you who've currently followed.))
A small group of ponies he'd already seen around - a batpony, a Princess, and an engineer. The three of them had come to mind, especially around now. To utter hell if the Brit had been watching the clock for a while, and it was clear he'd gone without sleep within a decent while.
Yet, one member of that small group was standing in front of him - and the only option he had was to greet them, to avoid being rude. With a simple tone, he spoke.
"'ello there."
