Chickey

"Yeah, sounds pretty boring. I bet you didn't even bloody meet Lincoln." Charles said sarcastically as the elevator made it's way up. "As for your powers, I think I can keep ya in control if needed... I hope. I have some pretty heavy tranquilizers. It's always a good idea to have those when you're around vampires, ghouls and any other mongrels like the ones downstairs." Charles explained. "And as for myself. I don't actually have any 'powers' of my own. However I am a good hunter and a expert rifleman. I have good outdoors skills too. However here I mostly hunt people. Usually people like yourself. Besides that I'm a good driver and navigator, I'm well versed on the occult and other powers, and I have the uncanny ability to rub shoulders with the wrong people." He finished as the door dinged open.

Forgot that he's old... but how old do you have to be to not know what a handshake is? Charles thought as he put his hand down and followed him to the exit. Charles ended up passing him and got into the elevator first. He punched in the button for the first floor with the secretary and waited for Franky. "So what is it that you do mate? What's your job and your powers? Explain to me everything Franky related if ya want." He asked.

"I'm not sure, but I can't imagine that there isn't one. Though I think we're a little more than a hour away from Vegas. We are in a secluded military base in Nevada, so things might be a bit dull around here." He added. Charles extended his hand for a shake. "Charles Wallasey Foss." He answered.

Charles thought for a moment. "Sure I could help mate. Right now we are on our main floor of the United State's A.R.E.A. program. Down below was the bedrooms and the lounge." He explained. "As for clothes, I'm sure you could ask a guard or somethin' and get a uniform of some sort. But if you're lookin' for somethin' more personal we could take a drive out on the town and look for a clothin' store. I'm not too familiar with this place either, but I do have a GPS in my car." He added.

Charles looked at Franky with a rather confused face. However he realized quick enough that he was probably the guy who was assigned to his team. He didn't seem like talking, so Charles simply made the gesture of tipping a hat and walked in the elevator. He took it down and entered the lounge with everyone else. He went up to Masun from behind and leaned over the couch. "Oi, Felica says that someone named Franky is joining our little band of buggers 'ere. And she says to speed up the group naming process. Somethin' cool and edgy is preferred it seems." He explained to him before patting him on the shoulder and walking away. Charles figured that whoever was upstairs would be far more entertaining now that he was done telling Masun about the name and Franky. He got in the elevator and took it back up and found the man with the bed sheets and tapped him on the shoulder. "Franky is it?" He asked. "I didn't know bed sheets were the latest fashion statement. A rather bold choice mate." He joked.

Charles listened and ate his food. He took a moment to think before responding. "Abyssal Assault would be odd considering the initials of A.A. Might give people the wrong idea. But then again, a bloody A.A. meeting might be just what Masun needs." He said with a chuckle. "A title shouldn't be too hard of a task. I like titles too. People who don't like to use my real name or don't know it always call me Smiley. Though I think that's in my file somewhere. Personally, I wonder what's all in there sometimes." He bantered. Charles looked down at his plate of food after their brief conversation. He wasn't quite done, but it was close enough. "Fair enough, I suppose I'll sod off then." He said as he got up and walked over to the door. "Enjoy your readin' mate." He said as he gave a salute and walked out, closing the door behind him. Charles made his way back to the cafeteria and finished his plate of food silently by himself. He put his plate and fork away and went to the elevator. It seemed someone was already in it and coming up, so he waited for now.

Charles took another bite. "Indeed. I've seen him, don't know much about him yet myself though." He commented. "I've always liked the idea of bein' immortal. But it's always the price you have to pay for it that's a tad bit of a downer... And it's not that I want to live forever, I just don't want to be old. Unless I get some cool mutton chops or somethin'." He explained before eating another piece of bacon. "How he got those powers of his is a good ole mystery though. I've always liked playing investigator." He added. "It's one of the few things I get to enjoy often."

Charles heard the call from inside and opened the door. He stepped inside with his plate of food and a upbeat expression on his face. "Oi mate." He said before noticing a paper at his feet. "Looks like ya dropped somethin'" He said as he picked up the paper, careful not to drop his plate of food. He placed it on her desk and sat down on a chair facing her. From her perspective it didn't look like he saw what was on it or cared, but Charles got a good enough look to save a mental image on it for later. And he was rather interested at what he saw. Realizing he forgot to explain why he was in her office while he chewing a piece of his eggs, he quickly swallowed and elaborated. "I was trying to get acquainted with the whole building. Haven't been in this wing so I figured I'd drop by. I promise I won't spill anything." He said with a chuckle as he oddly skewered a piece of bacon with his fork so he didn't get any grease on his hand. He ate the piece and continued. "Plus when I was just a boy I used go to eat in the principle's office. They usually had more interesting things to say. I can only presume the same will go for you too, Felicia." He finished.

Charles slept about ten hours in total, though he spent a bit of time audibly screwing around in his room with various things. After a while he decided to take a shower and start the day. Once he was done he slipped into some black silk boxers and took the time to fix his hair. It seemed that the director and Masun chose dress-y uniforms, so he decided he might as well do the same while he still can. After all, it's not often he gets to wear something that isn't for fieldwork. By the time he was done dressing, his hair had fully dried. He looked rather different without his hat and sunglasses, but it was a nice change in style for him. Just in case he wanted them, he put his silver aviators in his suit's breast pocket with one of the temples hanging outside of the pocket. Charles went over to the weapon rack and grabbed his knife and sheathed it. He didn't put on a pistol holster and left his rifle and handguns behind for now. Charles walked out of his room and made a bee line for the elevator. He got inside and took it up to the main floor. He hummed to himself before hearing the inevitable ding and the doors opening. Charles walked out and made his way to the cafeteria. He helped himself to the kitchen and started to make himself breakfast. He was a pretty good cook, and it didn't take long before he had a plate of bacon and egg whites. After grabbing a fork, Charles left the cafeteria and entered the main room. The best course of action to him would be to familiarize himself with the rest of the compound, so he went to the one of the areas he hadn't been yet: The Official's Offices. Charles skewered with his fork and took a bite out of his eggs as he scanned the office wing. He noticed Davis' room after a few seconds. Not really wanting to stand anymore while eating, he decided to knock on the door to see if she would let him in.

"Yeah I noticed him, I'm sure we'll meet him tomorrow." Charles said as he put the remote down and got up. "Yeah, I'm gonna head to bed too mates. I think we've all stayed up late enough. Toodles." He said as he walked out and over to the male's quarters. He found his room and went inside. However he had to go through quite a tiring routine before finally getting in bed. First he hung up all his weapons and set his alarm for a reasonable time. One area of the wall was dedicated to all of his sniper rifles, pistols, and knives. He then took off all of his accessories and put them away. And then finally his clothes came off. Once he was only in his underwear he crawled into bed and fell asleep rather quickly. (Also I edited all of his jewelry from gold to silver since it made a lot more sense)

Charles seemed to keep a rather straight face, oddly not showing really any reaction at all to what Masun said. However, he did stop spinning the remote around in his hand while Masun spoke. Signifying that he was registering it in some way. "Well it might of been a little more wild and crazy than I had hoped. Also a tad more depressin' too." He finally spoke. "But that's love for ya. Relying on something that's not only very fragile but also irreplaceable tends to end in the opposite way you want. Not to mention there is always the chance that they go against you." Charles explained as he pulled out his gun. "Weapons are a lot more trustworthy then people, they do what you want, they're hard to break, and you can replace them." He said with a grin before holstering it. "But of course there are some things a gun or a sword can't provide." "I suppose I misspoke when I said love. I was more asking if you had any interesting stories about gals in general. For instance, my ex used to throw kitchen knives at me if I was late to her place. Really good way to get your heart rate up if you're a thrill seeker like me." He said as he gave two thumbs up.

Charles waited for Masun to finish cleaning the blood before continuing. "Oh come on mate, you're like a thousand years old, you gotta have at least one wild crazy experience with the ladies for us... or the gentlemen if that's your thing." He pried with a grin.

"Well I'd consider myself a smart enough enough bloke to not lose or break solid metal. It would be near impossible for some mongrel to be able to pull the wool over my eyes and steal something from me." He said as he leaned over to Sam and grabbed onto his knife. "And if I caught them, I'd skin them." Charles said as a scare tactic with a serious face before breaking into a laugh and leaning back. "And what's the point of getting the watch if I don't plan to wear it on my wrist to tell me the bloody time? Or a good luck ringeymajiggey if I don't wear it for good luck? And I'm not loaded top to bottom with jewels like some show pony. So I don't think a few trinkets is that big of a deal." He finished. Charles took a sip of his drink and looked over to Masun. "What about you Matchstick Murray? I don't suppose you got any long lost loves, eh?" He asked.

"Ah, I see, a dragon too. I haven't had too many interactions with the scalies but they're always fun when I do." He commented before looking at his ring and thinking. It was a fair sized signet style silver ring with diamonds encrusted in the front of it. "If it was two fingers down it would make more sense to take it off. But we were never engaged or anything. It's more or less just a good luck charm for my shootin' finger. She was quite wealthy, so a ring wasn't that big of a deal by a long shot. I still have fond memories of her, and our breakup have been worse. So it... just made sense to keep it on I guess." He explained with a shrug. Charles's clothes seemed to have a hint of flashiness. Besides the silver ring, he wore a expensive looking all silver chronograph with a white dial on his left wrist, a twenty two inch silver necklace, and even his silver sunglasses didn't look cheap by any stretch.

Charles thought for a moment. "Speaking of gifts, what's your stance on love? If I remember right my last gift was from my ex." He said as he held up his right hand On his right pointer/trigger finger he had a silver band ring. "Is that big bear sized bloke who was pointin' a rifle at me earlier your special somebody?" He asked with a grin.

"Many things mate, however the best way to label everything would be trophies and mementos. Personal items, weapons, jewelry, instruments, etcetera. Some of them are gifts, but most of them aren't. I don't get gifts very often." He explained. "I've never been a picture takin' kinda of guy myself. And the things I do wouldn't look good framed up in a photo either to most." He added as he took a sip from his drink.

Charles watched Masun clean his sword from his couch, paying attention to the details of the sword. For a moment his eyes seemed to light up when he saw something. However before he could continue Sam replied. He took a sip and looked over to her, now spinning the remote around in his left hand. "A few convenient devices and my cartridge making equipment. Besides that, my thousand and a half different items of course. Well... it's not that many." He said with a chuckle. "Most people would label me as a collector. I ain't no bloody dirty hoarder though." Charles added. He wasn't lying either, despite his rugged look and willingness to get dirty if he needed to, he was nearing OCD when it came to cleanliness and hygiene.

Charles walked over to the table with his soda. On an edge there was a case with various rounds already made inside. He set his drink down and pulled out his pistol and began to reload the gun with a few specific bullets. Afterwards he closed cylinder and snapped the case shut. Charles holstered his pistol and picked his soda can back up. He left his rifle in his room and went back out to the lounge and sat down on a couch, waiting to see if anyone would show up. Before he sat down he gave Sam a wave and held up his sodey pop towards her own. "Cheers mate." He said and then started watching Tv as well while taking sips.

"What's more disturbin' and what's not is all in the eye of the beholder. For me, I don't have time to worry about how gross something might be, so I don't really mind mate." He commented before listening to Masun. He gave a nod after he was done speaking. "Well I'm gonna go back to my room and unpack, any of you lot can feel free to drop in if you need anything." He said as he tipped his hat and walked away and into his room. Charles went to work on all the boxes in the middle of his room. He set his rifle down and unpacked as swiftly as possible. By the time he was done the room looked dramatically different from before. He had changed his bed sheets, filled his dressers with clothes, put up some appliances and a file cabinet and small bookcase, and set up a long table on one side of the room with various tools for casting his own ammunition. But the most noticeable change were the dozens upon dozens of various items hung on the walls now in glass cases, stands, or plaques. He had things ranging from weapons of all kinds, tools, awards, jewelry, musical instruments, and animal trophies. It could be inferred most of the things he had were taken as souvenirs from past fights. Now finished with what he was doing, Charles grabbed a soda from a mini-fridge and sat down. He popped it open, took a sip, and rested for a few minutes.

Charles walked over to the two on his way to his room. "Well at least you're stronger, faster, and regenerate much more for an upside." He said, hearing most of the conversation. "Not much different from a vampire if you ask me, and we seem to be okay with one of those blokes on our team also. As long as your dining manners are up to snuff everyone should get along just fine." He finished with a friendly tone.

Charles patted her on the good shoulder before taking his rifle. "I think you'll be alright. Besides, you still hit... something. That's better than nothing, eh?" He said, looking down the range at the target and pointing. "It's like when someone bumbles in bowlin' and strikes the other lane's pins." He said with a grin. "But in your case mate, with the shoulder, you also slipped on the lane and smacked your noggin' too." He said with a laugh and walking off and out of the shooting range. He stood in the hallway by the door they originally came out of and thought about what to do.

Charles watched the effect the bullet caused with a somewhat impressed face. However this was quickly drown out by the laughter he was emitting over Sam's reaction. He gave a clap as he continued while leaned up against a wall until his chuckle subsided. Charles walked over to the range and pulled his pistol out. He opened the cylinder and put a specific chamber up next to fire before closing it, pulling back the hammer, and aiming down the range. After a few seconds he fired off a shot that hit a target dummy right between the eyes off to the side of the range, nothing seemed to happen for a second until a small fizzle could be heard in the air. A loud crack went off and then the upper half of the entire dummy exploded into bits with a yellow flash. As small pieces of target dummy snowed down in the range, Charles spun the gun around in his hand and then holstered it. He had a rather pleased look on his face until he realized what he did was pretty much unnecessary. He had simply got too excited to control himself when guns were being fired. "Sorry bout that mate, and sorry to the... range... cleaner or whatever has to clean that up. You need some help?"

Charles looked skeptical on giving up the care of his gun, however he shrugged and pulled it off his back the sling and rested it up against the wall like she said. He skipped back a few feet and rested his hands behind his back. He simply observed for now.

Charles followed her into the gun range. He put his rifle on his back and pulled out his pistol from the holster. He popped open the cylinder and removed the three spent casings from earlier. He pulled out six various rounds and reloaded the gun before putting it back in the holster. He stood and waited for Sam to continue.

Charles gave a nod to Zeke and Raiya before saluting to the rest of the group and walking out of the room with his equipment. He wanted to start to unpack all the boxes in his room, but it seemed that Sam wanted something from him. And he had more than enough time before he was going to sleep since they were pulling an all nighter. He walked up over to Sam and leaned up against the wall. "Somethin' you need mate?" He asked as he tipped his hat back.