The Last Roar of the Glacier

Numbuh 429, of the Arctic Base, at your service. Drill Sergeant to cadets, and that's sir to you!

[numbuh429]

Titan whipped her head around as she saw the bushes behind her move. She narrows her eyes. She wanted to go to the gym like she usually does. However that might not be the case today. @titanquartz

It was always, always good to get some activity outside the Arctic Base. Life since recomnussioning had turned somewhat stagnant, so rhe Drill Sergeant took it on herself to file multiple repprts, get some missions done, even assign something to herself.

This was a reconnaissance mission, gathering intel on a humanoid being and classifying it into an adult, vampire, candy sentient, whichever. Nothing out of the ordinary for an operative.

But what probably was out of the ordinary was her too sharp movement in a too-tall body. Had she been 11, this would have been excusable, since there was so little of her, but at 18, she had grown much larger and taller- and the leaves rustled, blowing her cover, and Zero, what would she do-

She held still, willing the leaves to stay still, hope that the being in front of her, would excuse it as the wind’s breath.

Very slowly, however, now much more mindful of her actions, she slowly crouched into a defensive stance, ready to flee.

[numbuh429]

She let herself think, running on the treadmill. The tall being wasn’t hard to classify, per se, but there was nothing the KND had on their species. She was out during the day, so she wasn’t a vampire.

She was doing regular things a human did, but she couldn’t have been a human. Titan, she thought hard to herself. What kind of sentient species would she be?

Would she have to, to interact? It wasn’t supposed to come to that, but Numbuh 429 somewhat assumed that the mission would  have to go a little retcon, if she wanted to find out more.

She turned the machine off, and walked nearer to Titan, picking up one light dumbbell and raising it, not realizing she was openly staring at the gem.

[numbuh429]

"Hello?.." She look at him? (Rp?)

Numbug 429 picked up the stuffed toy, loojing at it strangely. Whose was this? Had someone left a Rainbow Monkey behind? Upon closer inspection, it wasn’t a Rainbow Monkey, not even the latest model. It was, a bear, in fact.

The heck was a toy bear doing all the way in the Arctic Base?

“Ay!” she barked at her cadets. “Any of you brought your stuffie along?” she asked, holding him up by one arm.

[ask-bubba-fnaf-and-the-others-b]

Then the toy bear turn into a human bear..”Hello Kids the name is Toy Freddy you may address me TF that a short name!” He giggled..

@numbuh429

[numbuh429]

She did her darnedest not to panic. The toy had morphed into an anthromorph, and she let go of his arm.

There were no words to describe the bemusement and confusion she felt, several words inappropriate for children stabbed her tongue, but she was left gaping.

“Who are you?!” she asked incredulously, even though he had technically, just told her.

[ask-bubba-fnaf-and-the-others-b]

“Didn’t i already explain it?…”  He move his ear…

@numbuh429

[numbuh429]

TF, huh, she mused to herself, still holding him up.

“You’re, you’re a long way from home, my friend.” she said with bemusement.

[numbuh429]

Titan whipped her head around as she saw the bushes behind her move. She narrows her eyes. She wanted to go to the gym like she usually does. However that might not be the case today. @titanquartz

It was always, always good to get some activity outside the Arctic Base. Life since recomnussioning had turned somewhat stagnant, so rhe Drill Sergeant took it on herself to file multiple repprts, get some missions done, even assign something to herself.

This was a reconnaissance mission, gathering intel on a humanoid being and classifying it into an adult, vampire, candy sentient, whichever. Nothing out of the ordinary for an operative.

But what probably was out of the ordinary was her too sharp movement in a too-tall body. Had she been 11, this would have been excusable, since there was so little of her, but at 18, she had grown much larger and taller- and the leaves rustled, blowing her cover, and Zero, what would she do-

She held still, willing the leaves to stay still, hope that the being in front of her, would excuse it as the wind’s breath.

Very slowly, however, now much more mindful of her actions, she slowly crouched into a defensive stance, ready to flee.

[titanquartz]

Titan frowns. She knew someone was there but she figured to let them follow her. She could care less. She had nothing to hide. She turns back around and continues her jog to the gym.

[numbuh429]

Grateful for everything. She was grateful for blending back into the bushes, berating herself for nearly revealing herself.

Numbuh 429 waited for a safe distance, before creeping to another block to hide behind.

“The gym?” she inaudibly mouthed to herself once she saw where the being was headed. Why would she head inside?

Well, Numbuh 429 figured. She could try to get into the gym as well. As an adult, she could…work out as well? To get closer?

[titanquartz]

Titan gives the person at the ground desk a card. She had obviously been here before. “Nice to see you again Titan!” Titan nods and goes to The workout space. She noticed the smaller person was still following her. She sighs. Why must people always do this? Just because she’s 8 ft tall people assume she’s going to hurt somebody.

[numbuh429]

Titan. Was that a codename? People here didn't use codenames, unless that was her real name?

She furrowed her brow and flashed a card to the receptionist, hoping she did it quickly enough so that she wouldn't be questioned.

429 sat at the workout area, initially unsure of what to do, before she pushed a barbell with her toe. She was supposed to carry that? She stuck to a more simple exercise, a treadmill. The mirror allowed her to keep a watch over the subject.

"I don't think she notices me." she smugly thought to herself as she jogged a reasonable pace. "Really haven't lost my touch."

[numbuh429]

"Hello?.." She look at him? (Rp?)

Numbug 429 picked up the stuffed toy, loojing at it strangely. Whose was this? Had someone left a Rainbow Monkey behind? Upon closer inspection, it wasn’t a Rainbow Monkey, not even the latest model. It was, a bear, in fact.

The heck was a toy bear doing all the way in the Arctic Base?

“Ay!” she barked at her cadets. “Any of you brought your stuffie along?” she asked, holding him up by one arm.

[ask-bubba-fnaf-and-the-others-b]

Then the toy bear turn into a human bear..”Hello Kids the name is Toy Freddy you may address me TF that a short name!” He giggled..

@numbuh429

[numbuh429]

She did her darnedest not to panic. The toy had morphed into an anthromorph, and she let go of his arm.

There were no words to describe the bemusement and confusion she felt, several words inappropriate for children stabbed her tongue, but she was left gaping.

"Who are you?!" she asked incredulously, even though he had technically, just told her.

[numbuh429]

Titan whipped her head around as she saw the bushes behind her move. She narrows her eyes. She wanted to go to the gym like she usually does. However that might not be the case today. @titanquartz

It was always, always good to get some activity outside the Arctic Base. Life since recomnussioning had turned somewhat stagnant, so rhe Drill Sergeant took it on herself to file multiple repprts, get some missions done, even assign something to herself.

This was a reconnaissance mission, gathering intel on a humanoid being and classifying it into an adult, vampire, candy sentient, whichever. Nothing out of the ordinary for an operative.

But what probably was out of the ordinary was her too sharp movement in a too-tall body. Had she been 11, this would have been excusable, since there was so little of her, but at 18, she had grown much larger and taller- and the leaves rustled, blowing her cover, and Zero, what would she do-

She held still, willing the leaves to stay still, hope that the being in front of her, would excuse it as the wind’s breath.

Very slowly, however, now much more mindful of her actions, she slowly crouched into a defensive stance, ready to flee.

[titanquartz]

Titan frowns. She knew someone was there but she figured to let them follow her. She could care less. She had nothing to hide. She turns back around and continues her jog to the gym.

[numbuh429]

Grateful for everything. She was grateful for blending back into the bushes, berating herself for nearly revealing herself.

Numbuh 429 waited for a safe distance, before creeping to another block to hide behind.

"The gym?" she inaudibly mouthed to herself once she saw where the being was headed. Why would she head inside?

Well, Numbuh 429 figured. She could try to get into the gym as well. As an adult, she could...work out as well? To get closer?

[numbuh429]

"Hello?.." She look at him? (Rp?)

Numbug 429 picked up the stuffed toy, loojing at it strangely. Whose was this? Had someone left a Rainbow Monkey behind? Upon closer inspection, it wasn't a Rainbow Monkey, not even the latest model. It was, a bear, in fact.The heck was a toy bear doing all the way in the Arctic Base?"Ay!" she barked at her cadets. "Any of you brought your stuffie along?" she asked, holding him up by one arm.

[numbuh429]

Titan whipped her head around as she saw the bushes behind her move. She narrows her eyes. She wanted to go to the gym like she usually does. However that might not be the case today. @titanquartz

It was always, always good to get some activity outside the Arctic Base. Life since recomnussioning had turned somewhat stagnant, so rhe Drill Sergeant took it on herself to file multiple repprts, get some missions done, even assign something to herself.This was a reconnaissance mission, gathering intel on a humanoid being and classifying it into an adult, vampire, candy sentient, whichever. Nothing out of the ordinary for an operative.But what probably was out of the ordinary was her too sharp movement in a too-tall body. Had she been 11, this would have been excusable, since there was so little of her, but at 18, she had grown much larger and taller- and the leaves rustled, blowing her cover, and Zero, what would she do-She held still, willing the leaves to stay still, hope that the being in front of her, would excuse it as the wind's breath.Very slowly, however, now much more mindful of her actions, she slowly crouched into a defensive stance, ready to flee.

[numbuh429]

Numbuh 429 watched as she walked away, already piecing why Patton had issues with the kid. She wouldn’t initially work well with a team, would she? It would be hard to be in a battle with a ball flying around the room. She needed living obstacles, she needed trajectories, she needed bigger rooms, she needed…

She was lost in her train of thought, formulating training sessions and exercises. She felt a small trill of excitement. This would be an assignment, the drill sergeant thought to herself.

After five minutes had well passed, she made her way to the training room, looking over the files once more to see what she could pick out. She expected the cadet to be late, but she was there, bright and early, in fact, the moment she opened the door, the ball hurled past her shoulder.

Numbuh 429 wasn’t unfamiliar with life-or-death situations, so she yelped with surprise when she practically heard the ball whizz over her shoulder. She had several frisbees in her hand, and nearly dropped them, much to her own embarrassment, before steeling herself.

She needed to believe. She needed to calm herself around the kid. She was just, essentially playing around. The operative needed to believe that she wasn’t a menace- that her goal wasn’t to destroy, rather, just to frighten. She had played around the whole of the Arctic Base, and noted that despite the complaints, not once, had a dish been broken, or an operative touched with the ball.

“You know, back when I was your age, we greeted our drill sergeants with a quick salute.” she scolded lightly, but there was a telltale wry grin on her face. Numbuh 429 held up a frisbee.

The frisbees had the typical bullseye target on them, and they would be a good way of assessing the new cadet’s aim.

“Think you can hit these?” she asked, tossing one up.

[numbuh137]

“Oh so sorry ‘bout that,” she said her tone carrying a hint of sarcasm. She gave 429 a mocking casual two fingered salute. The sight of the target Frisbee gave her as small idea of what was to come.

She gave a laugh. “That’s it? Crud, teach. I thought we we’re gonna be doin’ something hard,” She waited for the frisbies to leave her hand before Diana kicked the ball straight ahead of her at a slight up angle. The ball rebounded back and forth between the opposite walls of the room before it hit the Frisbee.

The ball kept climbing before it hit the ceiling at an angle and bounce into Dianas arms. Confidence ever radiating she juggled the ball on her knee, hands now jabbed back into her pockets. “C’mon Teach’, gimme somethin’ challengin’ ya know? I’m gonna fall asleep here,”

She gave a glance at the remaining frisbies and she felt a  familiar spark of mischievousness. “How ‘bout instead of wastin’ time, ya just throw ‘em all,” she said. “All o’ them. Just get the borin’ stuff outta the way,”

[numbuh429]

She was about to open her mouth. She’d expected the cadet to kick the ball straight at the frisbee, and was about to reprimand her, for being too cocky, that see, this is your first lesson, don’t get too in over your head, you’ve got to focus before you let yourself get too confident. But any lecture was stopped with the fact that despite the ball bouncing between the opposite walls, it seemed to finally smash into the frisbee.

She gave a small noise of surprise, looking at how it was nearly decimated. There was a cracked noise, and it didn’t lie- the frisbee came down in two halves. Numbuh 429 caught one of them.

“All of them?” she echoed, surprise evident in her voice. If she had been able to calculate the angle to hit the frisbee, not directly, and to completely break it with a simple ball, well.

“Let’s see what’s in that ball!” she barked out, abruptly flinging up four frisbees, vertically up. If she was going to hit two of them, she’d already be impressed- though some niggling feeling at the back of her mind told her she’d ace all of them.

[numbuh429]

Numbuh 429 watched as she walked away, already piecing why Patton had issues with the kid. She wouldn’t initially work well with a team, would she? It would be hard to be in a battle with a ball flying around the room. She needed living obstacles, she needed trajectories, she needed bigger rooms, she needed...

She was lost in her train of thought, formulating training sessions and exercises. She felt a small trill of excitement. This would be an assignment, the drill sergeant thought to herself.

After five minutes had well passed, she made her way to the training room, looking over the files once more to see what she could pick out. She expected the cadet to be late, but she was there, bright and early, in fact, the moment she opened the door, the ball hurled past her shoulder.

Numbuh 429 wasn’t unfamiliar with life-or-death situations, so she yelped with surprise when she practically heard the ball whizz over her shoulder. She had several frisbees in her hand, and nearly dropped them, much to her own embarrassment, before steeling herself.

She needed to believe. She needed to calm herself around the kid. She was just, essentially playing around. The operative needed to believe that she wasn’t a menace- that her goal wasn’t to destroy, rather, just to frighten. She had played around the whole of the Arctic Base, and noted that despite the complaints, not once, had a dish been broken, or an operative touched with the ball.

“You know, back when I was your age, we greeted our drill sergeants with a quick salute.” she scolded lightly, but there was a telltale wry grin on her face. Numbuh 429 held up a frisbee.

The frisbees had the typical bullseye target on them, and they would be a good way of assessing the new cadet’s aim.

“Think you can hit these?” she asked, tossing one up.

[numbuh429]

redheadedoutlaw started following you

[numbuh429]

“No lie!” she crossed her hand over her chest. “Big puffy coats, to keep you warm?” she asked, tugging on her own parka. “We could bet on it.” she grinned.

[numbuh137]

“Not a kid or adult alive who could beat me in a race,” she  said a wild grin growing across her features. At the mention of Numbuh 60 her expression quickly changed to that of what could be perceived to be bitterness. It was evident that her dismissal from his class was a bit of a sore point for the young girl.  “By the way it ain’t my fault I was kicked ‘kay? That Numbuh 60 was a cruddy teacher,” she crossed her arms with a huff. “Let’s see if you’re good ‘nough to handle me,”

A hand reaches over her shoulder and grasps something behind her back. When it comes back into the other girls view it was gripping a soccer ball. It was old and ratty from use but in the very least it seemed to retain its pressure. She knocked it into the air and gave it a kick, letting it whiz past her instructor and rebound across the hallway. Several cadets shrieked as it missed many by mere centimeters, though never really hit anyone. Then it rebounded of a light fixture and flew straight into her hands.

There seemed to be no real purpose for the display. At least not really to 429. Though the reason could read right on the cadets face. A smug smirk was staring her right in the face saying what the girl wouldn’t.

She was just showing off.

[numbuh429]

Good enough to handle her, now? Oh, Numbuh 429 was gonna get this kid, alright. Patton had always intimidated others, and one of his weaknesses were kids that, well, weren’t as easily intimidated.

“Hey, 60′s not th-” she said, before she saw the cadet taking the soccer ball out. It did seem old, and she raised an eyebrow, so this was what Numbuh 60 was talking about, she really did take it everywhere with her.

She was about to make a comment when Numbuh 137 tossed it- and gave it a kick. By instinct, she ducked, hands over her head, while the operative coolly watched the scene, with the barest of a smile on her face. Around the room it rebounded, missing operatives by close calls (Numbuh Zero, is she trying to kill us all?) and nearly hitting several pieces of equipment.

Before landing straight into her arms once more. It wasn’t even a frenzied catch, she didn’t even have to reach out for it. It flew straight into her hands. Numbuh 429 got up cautiously, looking once more at the kid, then to the several visibly shaken operatives.

Then it clicked.

The kid never meant to hit anyone, or to damage anything. Everything was a ‘nearly’.

Numbuh 429 was speechless. That was an ordinary soccer ball. On the other hand, that was no ordinary kid. She remained wordless for a while, trying to find the right words, before turning her back, and walking away. She looked back to the cadet.

“There’s a training room down to the left, room 608. I want you there, in five minutes, refreshed and ready, cadet, and bring your ball along.” she barked.

[numbuh429]

Numbuh 60 had lain out a line of small circular bombs for a join procedure between the two Drill sergeants classes. It was meant to be a real easy thing. Just disable 2 chili bombs within the 3 minute limit. Easy peasy. Unfortunately a certain cadet with a love of punting round objects into orbit caught sight of it. Immeditately she made a sprint for it and shoved her toe straight into it causing the entire place to rock from the explosion

It was a cacophony of chaos, if Eris had ever lain sight or laid waste to one. The milisecond there was a hairline fraction between Numbuh 137′s foot and the bomb, Numbuh 429′s mouth was frozen in a screech, Numbuh 60 had a look of horror, and several other cadets had turned on their heel, already ready to run for their lives.

“NUMBUH 137!” Patton roared.

“RUN!” Numbuhs 133-136 had yelped.

“FOR ZERO’S SAKE-” Numbuh 429 had screamed. It was the last thing anyone had heard before the room erupted in the chili bomb.

Numbuh 137 sat in the middle, perfectly content and covered in chili. One bomb had been enough to cover the room. Numbuh 60 had his head in his hands, and Numbuh 429 was already wondering how to get the chili out of everyone’s parkas.

The other cadets laid on the floor, absentmindedly licking their lips. They had, somehow, been used to this.

It was then that Numbuh 137 stood up- and saw another bomb, which had gone unactivated, untriggered by the first one. Her pupils dilated, and once more, instinct overrode common sense.

[numbuh429]

redheadedoutlaw started following you

“You’re a long way from home, kid.” the teenager mused, looking at her own tech compared to his pistols. However dangerous, though, the Arctic Tundra was no place for any gunslinging kid whose warmest article of clothing was a bandana and a holster.

[redheadedoutlaw-blog]

his pistols were raised in defense, the infamous outlaw confused and disoriated from what evr pulled him from his time “w-where am i?” his said with chattering teeth.

[numbuh429]

“Easy, friend.” she said, looking down. No need to come across as a threat. “You’re in the Arctic. Strange place to be for someone like you. Where did you come from?” she asked out of curiosity.

But he was shivering.

“Nevermind that. Let’s get you somewhere warmer. I’ve got a bit of hot chocolate waiting at the base.”

[redheadedoutlaw-blog]

“l-last thing i remember was being at a town near Utah, then a bright flash and i was here”

[numbuh429]

“Utah?” she replied incredulously. “I, uh, I can, I can arrange for a S.C.A.M.P.E.R. to get you back there.” she mused, then signaled for him to follow her. “Nice outfit.”

[redheadedoutlaw-blog]

“What in the Sam hell is a scamper?, don’t ya’ll right horses?” He followed, looking down at his cloths “not much choice when your an outlaw”

[numbuh429]

“Ride horses? In this wasteland?” she snorted, but then realized the kid was being serious. “We don’t need horses here. We have other means of transport.” she said, approaching the Arctic Base. “We’ll get you some clothes. We’ve been investing in too many parkas, wouldn’t kill to give you one.”

[numbuh429]

redheadedoutlaw started following you

“You’re a long way from home, kid.” the teenager mused, looking at her own tech compared to his pistols. However dangerous, though, the Arctic Tundra was no place for any gunslinging kid whose warmest article of clothing was a bandana and a holster.

[redheadedoutlaw-blog]

his pistols were raised in defense, the infamous outlaw confused and disoriated from what evr pulled him from his time “w-where am i?” his said with chattering teeth.

[numbuh429]

“Easy, friend.” she said, looking down. No need to come across as a threat. “You’re in the Arctic. Strange place to be for someone like you. Where did you come from?” she asked out of curiosity.

But he was shivering.

“Nevermind that. Let’s get you somewhere warmer. I’ve got a bit of hot chocolate waiting at the base.”

[redheadedoutlaw-blog]

“l-last thing i remember was being at a town near Utah, then a bright flash and i was here”

[numbuh429]

“Utah?” she replied incredulously. “I, uh, I can, I can arrange for a S.C.A.M.P.E.R. to get you back there.” she mused, then signaled for him to follow her. “Nice outfit.”

[numbuh429]

Somewhere, far, far, away, Numbuhs 710 and 711 are screaming in unison. Even if they share the same body.

NUMBUH 710 AND 711, COME TO MAMA 429′S ARMS

[numbuh429]

The young cadet rolled her eyes. She couldn't believe that dumb Numbuh 60 had dumped her on someone else. What a cruddy teacher. Apparantly she was gonna be stuck with this other kid, Numbuh 429 or somethin' like that. She looked the kid up and down, assessing her with judging eyes. "The other guy wasn't good enough to handle me," she explained, tossing the girl a load of paperwork that would state her transfer over to 429s class

Numbuh 60 had warned her about the little one with a soccer ball and a talent for knocking everyone down with it. Full of energy and a tongue that stung. Patton took care of everyone, only giving her a cadet when his class was too full, or if she didn’t have any- rarely because he ‘wasn’t good enough to handle’ anyone. A fleck of fear took her. If he wasn’t good enough, what made him so sure-

She caught the paperwork with a hand, nearly missing it. But then again, Numbuh 274 had selected this runt. She had absolute faith in the Soopreme Leader.

“Not to worry. We’ll whip you up into shape one way or another, there’s not a commissioned KND operative out there who hasn’t been trained by Numbuh 60 or I.” she grinned, propping her goggles up over her head and allowing her to make eye contact with the new cadet. She then glanced at the files, some information covering the basics.

“Fastest kid alive, hmm?” she asked, looking back up at her with a brief smile. Several kids had claimed to have the ‘est’, but only had the ‘er’. What made this kid think she had the ‘est’?

[numbuh429]

‘try not to fall for me’, the audacity of her! She couldn’t hold back the chuckle at what Diana said, she was really intent on flirting with her, wasn’t she? Well, somebody at this school had to be not-straight, and if she had to be honest, she was enjoying all the attention.

“What can I say, kid,” she said the word with a soft hiss. “I can appreciate a fine work of art when I see one, can’t stop that.”