Bfroger6

Insolent little twerps! I think I already know two jerks who're definitely not getting a panda hug in the future, hmpf! >>

Son of a- Dave's eyes widened and his maw dropped as the kid spoke up against him (of course, he took the kid's neutral tone as him playing the cool kid and it just frustrated him even further). He was about to retort when the other one, the unlikable jerk, joined in, most likely just to mock him. "Excuse me?" His tone was now definitely annoyed. What were they thinking, speaking against him AND against food! He'd be able to live with it if was just discriminating him, but food..! No way in hell was he accepting such discrespect! "And what are you joining up for!" He turned to the jerkface. "I'll have you know that I'm probably the oldest one here. And not only that, but I personally enjoy stuffing myself, and getting an opportunity to do that for free excites me! It makes me happy, yes! So shut the hell up, both of you, unless you want me to do that for you!"

Frog woke up on his own early next morning. The pure, morning sunlight had just started seeping into the living room through the windows obstructed by thick curtains, and it was reflecting against the particles of dust flowing idly in the stale atmosphere. The boy yawned and stretched himself, sitting on the side of the couch. Geez, was he so tired yesterday that he fell asleep on the couch? What was he even doing up so late? Playing video games? Chatting online? Watching some movie on tv? For whatever reason, the answer just wouldn't pop in his mind, so he just shrugged the odd sensation in the back of his neck and stood up, walking past the bloddied mess (not even noticing it) he had left on the floor just around 5 or 6 hours earlier. He walked through the neatly set up living room, past the kitchen and the hall which led to the front door and into the bathroom to get himself ready for the day. As he rinsed his hands, he noticed the water flowing into the sink had a slight pinkish tinge to it. Geez, he was gonna have to tell the owner of the building to get that fixed. Or course, the water wasn't the problem, as the source of the pinkish tinge was the blood being washed off his palms, but the thing is that Frog hasn't realized that, and so he just went about his morning routine like he always did. He lazily walked back over to the kitchen and picked some toast, but he then realized he had no appetite yet. He just wanted to sleep. And in a real bed. So, naturally, he made his way to the bedroom. As he entered the room, he noticed a bulge beneath the blankets in the middle of the bed, but he disregarded it in his sleepy haze and... well... Frog threw himself straight onto the bed. ((and presumably onto Sylva, unless she already woke up))

Lolz, Dave's just cranky at you kids for being younger than him ~ c: Just crack him a little and he'll be your soft, huggable panda bear <3 You know what I'm more surprised at? None of you cherishing the blessings of food bestowed upon us! D: Don't you realize we can now stuff ourselves and maybe even pressure the less-eatey ones to give us their food as well! It's like heaven!

The vehicle started up as the last one walked in-the snarky guy who told them not to get in their way. Dave shot him a short death-stare before nodding as to greet him when he entered. Eh, they had just started this and he was already holding grudges against people, geez. It was probably part his fault as well. Actually, shouldn't it have been the other way around? I mean, he was the one who introduced himself the harshest and he was the one making a scene all the way (a silent scene!) by acting how he did. And he still had no clue why these kids made him feel so uncomfortable!!! ...welp, save for the obvious, more well rounded distractions, that is. In any case, the conversation was doing good for him. It was nothing special, but it made him feel a bit easier and relieved. At the very least, it was also driving his attention away from the said well rounded distractions. "Huh, face to face with who?" Dave raised an eyebrow curiously (and without thinking) at the girl, looking at her over his shoulder, before sighing and answering her question in a matter-of-fact tone. "Of course it is. I was just stating it, geez." He sat back in his seat, a wee bit annoyed but still content, crossing his arms as the car drove them, rumbling all the while. "I still think the best part of this is the free food, hmpf."

As Dave made himself comfortable in the seat next to the girl (whose name he hadn't been paying attention to during the meeting), the others came. First the young boy closely followed by... the chick from the Church, who took the seat right across Dave, meaning that he couldn't avoid making eye contact with her and of, was he feeling uncomfortable again. It was like she knew he was a dropout from the Church or something so she sat right across him, geez. He was so rattled by her appearance that he forgot to even nod in response to her bow, finding himself just staring straight ahead like some braindead idiot. A once-again-sweating, braindead idiot. The initial silence just made it worse. Thankfully, however, that silence was broken by the boy and several others coming inside as well, mainly the tall girl, whom he remembered to greet when she arrived, giving her a small nod. Either her or the Church chick must've been the eldest among them (Dave not included), because they were surprisingly hot. They made Dave's stomach tickle just looking at them and his eyes always found their way to the... lady parts, so he just decided to avoid looking at them altogether, rather focusing on a random point on the ceiling or one of the other people present. Each time he'd glance at one of the ladies, he'd quickly just look away. He came to follow the conversation. "The Church and the other factions all have their interests in this, I'd say." He spoke for the first time. "But what do I know." He paused for a moment. "In any case, isn't it obvious why anyone would agree to join up for this? It's like some sort of a promotion. Y'know. it looks good on your ID and all that crap. Also, if it was a promotion, that would also encompass a certain raise, wouldn't it?" He chuckled a bit, nervously. "But now they tell us we're gonna be living in this place while we're assembled, meaning that we get free food, shelter, heating, water, you name it. Hah! If ya ask me, that's more than a good enough reason to join."

"Hmpf." Dave silently grunted as the woman approached him, placing his ID card on the table. He glanced over at it. Was it really like a promotion? They will be dealing with some important duties and whatnots, weren't they? He didn't know how to feel about the fact the Admiral bore no reaction to his outburst, nor did any of the others. Were they stupid or something? Well, whatever, it was better that way if anything. But damn, these kids are freakish. Did you hear that one kid? 'Just try not to get in my way and we'll be fine.' What the heck was up with that? Dave leered at the boy all the while he pushed the chair away and stood up, picking his ID up. He was calmer now than before. Maybe his outburst managed to ease him a bit. Like telling his name to everybody lifted a weight off his shoulders. He carefully detached Beisrydd off his chain and put the small, silver cross earring down on the table. He stuffed the ID card intothe pocket of his pants, digging his hands in there as well as he took off, nodding to greet the remaining officers/scientists in the room with them before walking out of the room. They were gonna live in there from now on, eh? He wondered to himself as he walked the hallways on his own. Well, that pretty much guaranteed that they would be given free food. Score! Better than a promotion, ha! He followed the girl which exited the room before him and made his way out of the building. The vehicle was waiting for them, their ride home. The girl went inside and Dave followed. Not finding anything better to do, he leaned into the car, holding himself with a hand by its roof (the whole vehicle leaned a bit in his direction as he hung from it) and turned to the girl. "Do you mind if I sit here?" He pointed his finger at the empty seat next to her.

Do you know that one nasty feeling when you, who hate the full name you inherited from your goddamn grandfather (because seriously, Theotman Elvan!?!?), are asked to present yourself in front of a group comprised of people that are already making you uneasy and nervous? And not only that, but one of the others is with the Church and you can't stop glancing over at her every few moments because you have an itch that she might recognize you or something and then do something to ruin your life, even if you never even met her before. But not only that, they also asked you to present your lackluster capabilities as a mage. So yeah, it's p much the goddamn worst feeling ever. Right now, Dave was on the brink of just walking off. He was still sweating more than he would want to admit and he started pounding his foot up and down and up and down under the table. He was sitting way too straight in his chair and his eyes were blaring across the whole room, following each and every one of the others. What did they expect of him right now? He didn't want to have to say his full name, as he never used it and really really hated it, but if he just introduced himself as 'Dave', he was sure to give the wrong impression and food was at stake!!! Goddamnit! At the same time, he wanted to stand up and utter those words because that is what his pride demanded and also, he wanted to just continue sitting down as if nothing had happened until someone decided to call him and force him to introduce himself. Is it too hard to guess which option he vouched for? Welp, you're wrong! Because... Nonono, he refused to be beaten by some 16 year old competition; he wasn't gonna let himself be the last to introduce himself! And so he stood up, leaned his hands against the table (a bit to forcefully) shaking it a bit, and raised his head with a painful frown etched across his face. He took a deep breath and opened his mouth... "My name is... T... Kkh-" The sounds he made as he ground his teeth in frustration and stared straight ahead into the Admiral were physically painful to listen to. And he really was in physical pain from trying to push himself to say what he was being forced to say. "Dammit, alright! My name is Theotman... Gah! Elvan Davies, but you can just call me Dave, a'ight!? Cuz I hate my name, I hate it!" He slammed his fist into the table, still grinding his teeth. "I'm not good at all your magic stuff, but there's still one thing I can do, and that's to make barriers and shields, so you better make sure to be nice to me 'cause it's gonna count when you find yourselves in a pinch. I'm from the ground division and guess what, that's because I can't fly like all you fancy mages can. But I can still fight, damn straight I can!" He waited for a moment, scanning the room as it slowly dawned on him how he just cracked. His frustration quickly translated itself into fear and regret as he realized he had just shouted his lungs out in front of his designated admiral. Slowly, but surely, his legs gave out and he fell back into his chair, his face frozen in the moment of utter terror. He silently pulled the chair up to the table and sat neatly on it. "I... I hope we can get along well; ...or something." He muttered in the end, crossing his arms on his chest and avoiding any eye contact with others, like a scolded dog. Stupid. Stupid! STUPID!!!

Okay, I edited my position on the map, so you can put Sylva there too, Flux ~

You know that feeling when you leisurly wake up one day around 11 am, neatly arrange yourself some mish-mashed, but rich breakfast, laze out until lunchtime, munching down on some chips or whatnots, then have a nice, hot, microwave meal for lunch, or maybe two or three of those (the more the better), wash yourself and even shave your beard clean off because you are supposed to go to a very important meeting later on which could result in a raise or, at the very least, free, scrumptuous meals for the duration of the mission, but when you try to put on your uniform, which you rarely wear, to make yourself look even better, you realize that said uniform... doesn't fit you anymore. First thoughts racing through your mind are stupendous things like: 'Wth, how the f*** did my uniform shrink, goddamnit!?!', but you soon come to realize the uniform isn't the problem, but rather is your own stomach, betraying you in the rudest of manners exactly when it really counts. You lament yourself for a while and start panicking and trashing yourself around the place until your stupid knee starts acting up and you whince, but your train of thought does not falter and you recuperate immediately, What are you going to do now? You HAVE to look good for them, especially after those horrendous incidents you caused in your earliest year in the bureau. You just have to look your best to correct the image the higher ups have developed of you, but you can't, because your uniform shra- I mean, your stomach grew. However, you slowly calm down and look at the clock, sighing. You still have time, but not enough to tackle the main problem at hand, so you decide to let it go with a heavy heart... You put on the rest of the uniform, buttoning the white shirt up but not tucking it into your pants (you still have some respect of yourself) and you go look at yourself in the mirror. You blink once or twice, take some gel to fix up your messy, orange hair and, satisfied with the results, despite the lack of the complete attire, you turn around and walk out of your apartment and into a brighter tomorrow, with the sun reflecting against your cross shaped earring, your device. And when you finally arrive at your destination, a majestic official looking building, and you are greeted by a nice lady, and you make your way into the meeting room, sitting down on one of the free chairs, nervously picking around your hair in fear one of the hairs might've danced its way out of its proper place as you wait for the admiral to arrive and finally reveal everything to you... You realize that there are five children with you in the room, and you freeze, kind of flabergasted because you just can't believe what you are seeing. Or maybe you flinch because something wrenches in your gut as they too scan the area, taking in your presence as they do so, and you are the oldest one among them and you know that the children are just the worst when it comes to judging people. You start nervously squirming in your seat, your hair picking intensifying. You shouldn't be feeling that way, besides, you've never had any issues with your weight and it never bothered you when people were saying things behind your back, but you do feel that way, and the situation you suddenly find yourself in becomes that much worse. These children are gonna eat you alive, aren't they? They're probably better at magic than you as well, but you are the oldest one, so it would be natural to assume you would be better or more experienced, but you're not! All the possible scenarios start rushing through your head and you feel your armpits tensing as your sweat starts slowly flowing, soaking your white shirt. Your eyes frantically glide over all the people present, from the youngest kid to the prestigious looking girl. They must all be thinking about one another, deliver judgements in their little heads. They're gonna definitely gang up on you when they see your lame magic, they're gonna shoot their stupid beams out of their staves and whatnots while the only thing you can do is make barriers... And then, just as you ready yourself to push the chair back and hastily exit the room, the admiral arrives and the meeting finally begins.

Do we come wearing those brown uniforms everybody's wearing in the actual Nanoha?

Yay, thanks Rusty ~ Can't wait for this to start

Rusty! You added my unedited application to the OP >< You should post this one, which is from page 2 where I tweaked it:

Geez, everything happens while I'm asleep, lolz! >< Especially now that school and work have started...

Dave: >3> Will do teh Barrier Jacket/Knight Clothing laterz

I edited the appearance of the device a bit and added one minor thing I overlooked in the backstory. Hope you don't mind and check it out, although it isn't anything character changing, just a sentence of explanation I forgot to write ~

Cool ~ Now to wait for Rusty's approval (or disapproval, lol)

There, Rusty, I'm done ~ I think I did a good job, but you tell me if I did something wrong! EDIT: Edited the appearance of the device a bit and added something I overlooked to the backstory, but I didn't change or add anything important.