Weston

In war, victory. In peace, vigilance. In death, sacrifice.

[okieeeeeedokes]

[ashesdivided]

"Concentrate..."

[ashesdivided]

Her eyes widened in surprise at the voice but then a smirk appeared across her face as she realized who it was.  She rolled her eyes and sighed.  "Very mature Westie," she chuckled slightly before nodding at him.  "Yes I very much could use some help.  Remember that bit when you said I was strong and saved people in the future? Mind telling me how I get to that bit because frankly from where I’m standing my muscles are anything but fighting material."

[future-wes-closed]

West couldn't help but chuckle again; he was really happy to see that Ash was finally starting to believe in herself, or at least that's what he assumed he could see in her eyes, a determination melded with anger and strength, that which had always been there but was suddenly coming to the surface. He stepped out from behind the punching bag and rested a large hand to it. "Well you don't exactly have so much muscle in the future, either." West said, smiling a little. "I mean you have more than you do now, yeah, but it's not your arm muscle that's impressive. You can fight like some G.I. Joe, that's for definite, but you're even better with your words." He shrugged his shoulders, coming to stand by Ash's side and looking down at her. "Suppose words aren't going to keep you safe up against soldiers with guns though, so, I'll tell you two things about how you become Superwoman." He lifted his fingers, "One, your fire. And two?" Weston paused, and all of a sudden his expression had dropped. "Tragedy."

[ashesdivided]

"Concentrate..."

Ash was staring at the punching bag in front of her, her limbs were tensed and her body was in a springing position, before she quickly moved and attempted to kick the bag… but over extended, missed, and ended up falling into the bag.  "FUCK!" she screamed, her fingers twisting into the bag, before she stood straight up, looking back at the bag with determination on her face.

[future-wes-closed]

Weston had been watching all of what had just happened and couldn't help but grin. He finished up placing a weight onto the bar for the kid he'd been helping and patted it. "There you go, kid." He said, before turning and walking over to Ash, his smirk growing again. West jogged behind he punching bag and placed his hands to it, popping his head around its side a moment later to catch Ash's attention. "Peek-a-boo." Weston chuckled, "Would you like some help?"

[kylarfuckshitupshaw]

Aaaand its times like these that I miss tequila

[kylarfuckshitupshaw]

I don’t know perhaps you should ask her. Well I don’t understand why you feel the need to be a total dick about this unless you were jealous in some weird fucking way—in which case incest is a no-no. I really hope that in the future your relationship with a girl you love ends and I get to rub it in your face. He pointed to his ring Who knows maybe you’ll get a divorce in a few years. He replied with an irritated and sarcastic smile before turning away, he really couldnt handle much more of the conversation.

[future-wes-closed]

Weston stayed silent upon hearing what Kylar said. He stared at him, the image of Christine's smiling face appearing in his mind. His jaw clenched at the sight of the boy's smile, but Weston said nothing. Did nothing. Not until Kylar started to walk away like some wimp-ass who wasn't going to stick around for a rebuttal in fear of being shot into the ground. At which point Weston with his long legs took several swift strides towards Kylar, grabbed him by his shoulder to yank him around and socked him square in the face with a clenched fist. It was a solid punch that which Weston had had many years in perfecting, and straight afterwards he just stood there, brows marred; it'd been wrong of him to do it, yeah he knew that, but Kylar knew fuck all about anything. And shit, did Weston dislike him.

[future-wes-closed]

[kylarfuckshitupshaw]

Aaaand its times like these that I miss tequila

[kylarfuckshitupshaw]

Kylar glared at him Thank you Scarlett for clarifying that as if it wasn’t already obvious. You’re enjoying this a little too much. You should go back to being a small child, you were less talkative and annoying then. So do you have a crush on her or something?

[future-wes-closed]

I'm just trying to figure out what she saw in you, that's all. Weston stared. A crush on Scarlett? Are you stupid? She's my sister.

[future-wes-closed]

[kylarfuckshitupshaw]

Aaaand its times like these that I miss tequila

[kylarfuckshitupshaw]

It doesn’t matter I’m not going to talk to you about my relationship issues. He replied slightly flustered. I’m aware of that, I just got a nuke dropped on my ass—he paused briefly because he’d cussed in front of him and then he remembered that he was not a child and it didnt matter—I mean your future is obviously more fucked up than it is now so how do we keep that, your version from happening?

[future-wes-closed]

That's alright, I'll just ask Scarlett about it. From where I'm standing though it's not really a relationship issue when there's no relationship to be an issue. Weston unfolded his arms to stuff his hands into his back pockets. Something big is going to happen and the choices we all make now are going to need to be changed. That's all I can say. Other than that you're just all going to have to trust me.

[kylarfuckshitupshaw]

Aaaand its times like these that I miss tequila

[kylarfuckshitupshaw]

Yes I am aware it has changed, no need to salt the wound, its still fresh in my present even if its old in your past He grumbled more to himself than anything. So uh how exactly are we supposed to stop Wold War 3 from becoming a thing?

[future-wes-closed]

Really? When did it happen? Timeline is sort of all jumbled up in this head of mine right now; still trying to sort out events that have and have not happened yet, but I thought this one was a little while ago. I guess not. He brought a hand up to scratch his beard. It's already a thing.

[mclycos-deactivated20140516]

[kylarfuckshitupshaw]

Aaaand its times like these that I miss tequila

[kylarfuckshitupshaw]

Despite the blue eyes and dark hair, my name is not Clarke Kent. He paused and eyed him for a moment, he couldnt tell if he was hesitant because he recalled just the other day he was a toddler rolling around on Scars bed and making pouty faces because he didnt like him or because he just hated the words ‘Scarletts ex-boyfriend’. Yep, that’s me. So are we cool or are you gonna like pout and cry at me again because that would just be awkward for everyone involved.

[future-wes-closed]

Weston stared at Kylar indifferently, his jaw set and square, his eyes steady. He was studying Scarlett's ex-boyfriend, and at his last words the twenty-four year old couldn't help himself and laughed; he'd just found the idea of pouting and crying at the kid funny. West began to shake his head, remnants of his laughter still in his voice and across his face once it'd died down. Pout and cry at you? No, that's not what I do when I'm upset with someone these days. I was also only a little guy back then; a little guy who was jealous that there was another guy getting Scarlett's attention, but since that's changed and since I'm older, that's not so much a problem for me anymore. 

[kylarfuckshitupshaw]

Aaaand its times like these that I miss tequila

[kylarfuckshitupshaw]

Yes, but can I currently do anything about any of them? No. Who are you, exactly?

[future-wes-closed]

You can, actually, but alright. I'm Weston Keneally. And you are Scarlett's ex-boyfriend, Kylar.

[kylarfuckshitupshaw]

Aaaand its times like these that I miss tequila

[future-wes-closed]

Don't you think there are more important things to be thinking about other than tequila?

[blue-teddy-lupin]

You think the marines or the army is better?

[blue-teddy-lupin]

I guess I’ll start calling you commander.

Save the world? So wouldn’t everything change if yu do? 

[future-wes-closed]

Weston laughed a bit. You really don't have to, but who am I to stop you from calling me whatever, right?

Starting from changing the facial hair you decide to get. It would change everything. Hopefully. 

[blue-teddy-lupin]

You think the marines or the army is better?

[blue-teddy-lupin]

woah.. never seen myself as a leader. What do you do in the future? 

[future-wes-closed]

There's a lot of time between then and now, Jack. People change. Me? Commander. But I lost my team a long time ago, not dead, just dispersed. I stayed with my sisters, found my wife, been that way ever since. But that's all going to change now I'm back here, and when I change the future this me will fade away as if I'd never existed. I'm thinking if I save the world this way I'll be reinstated and remembered as Commander Keneally. 

[blue-teddy-lupin]

You think the marines or the army is better?

[blue-teddy-lupin]

At least you’ve got them. So right now it’s just the begining of a shit storm, huh? I knew it was only going to get worse. So, am I any good of a soldier? You said you were in the military, don’t know if we met up or not. 

[future-wes-closed]

Not all of them. West nodded his head, smiling slightly. You do good, you do well. We passed one another, stayed in the same section for a while, you were just a soldier back then but -- well, last I heard people were calling you Lieutenant colonel Jack Winters. I don't know anything about your actual time span during though, sorry.

[missmagrathea]

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