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maskormenacelogs2019-05-06 08:32 am
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WHO: Rene Ramirez & Andrew Carter
WHERE: Maurtia Falls
WHEN: A week after they port in!
WHAT: Continuing from here!
WARNINGS: General, Carter is from UH "a simpler time" and Rene just enjoys being offensive occasionally. Will update if needed for anything specific!
Well okay, clearly there's no secret identities here. Rene can roll with that, not like he managed to keep his own back home anyway.
The sergeant part surprises him, though. Rene doesn't usually trot out his own military history to other soldiers (because then he might also have to explain his dishonorable discharge), so he just looks over Carter again instead. Military sure presents pretty different in the 20th Century than it does in the 21st... Not that military is the first thing people think when they see him, either.
"Army or Air Force?" No Sergeants in the Navy, after all. He holds out a hand either way, since it's been like twenty minutes and he realizes he never actually introduced himself. Now that they're not in the middle of a crisis, might as well, right? "Rene Ramirez. That's one hell of a power you got, hoss."
It turns out that, no, he's not going to stop using that even after a proper introduction. Sorry, Carter!
WHERE: Maurtia Falls
WHEN: A week after they port in!
WHAT: Continuing from here!
WARNINGS: General, Carter is from UH "a simpler time" and Rene just enjoys being offensive occasionally. Will update if needed for anything specific!
Well okay, clearly there's no secret identities here. Rene can roll with that, not like he managed to keep his own back home anyway.
The sergeant part surprises him, though. Rene doesn't usually trot out his own military history to other soldiers (because then he might also have to explain his dishonorable discharge), so he just looks over Carter again instead. Military sure presents pretty different in the 20th Century than it does in the 21st... Not that military is the first thing people think when they see him, either.
"Army or Air Force?" No Sergeants in the Navy, after all. He holds out a hand either way, since it's been like twenty minutes and he realizes he never actually introduced himself. Now that they're not in the middle of a crisis, might as well, right? "Rene Ramirez. That's one hell of a power you got, hoss."
It turns out that, no, he's not going to stop using that even after a proper introduction. Sorry, Carter!
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"What about you? Were you in the military? Was it our military-I mean, the American one?"
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Reminds him of Curtis, almost. Shorter, though. And, you know, significantly whiter. Probably not an Olympic medalist by the looks of him, either.
But the demeanor... well. "Was, yeah," he settles on after a second of looking like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. It's not a lie! Unless you count one by omission and who would do that? "Navy SEAL. And yeah, American." Wait, aren't bomber groups an old timey thing? Like... real old timey? Considering most bombs are deployed by drones, these days. Rene squints at Carter again, the weirdly shaped puzzle piece that he is. But he has more important questions: "So what you gonna do with it?" He makes a little explosion sound and spreads his fingers out to demonstrate the imaginary detonation. "You know. Don't know if the military here is recruiting imPorts."
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"You know, I hadn't really thought about it?" he says, letting Rene's hand drop an awkwardly scratching the back of his head. "I've got a job doing construction and demolition work, apparently, but this whole thing's been a real adjustment for me." He looks crestfallen and stuffs his hands back in his pockets. "Really, I'm completely out of my element here."
[OOC: Google says the Navy SEALs as a concept were founded in the sixties so yeah.]
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The trick is finding a balance, and it takes awhile. Or, at least, it took him awhile.
"Guess that's fitting," the demolition part anyway. Maybe construction as well, but just based on how stoked Carter was about blowing stuff up, Rene's guessing that's not exactly his area of expertise. He shrugs, then, with a practiced casual air about it. If explosives can be someone's jam, then vigilante work can absolutely be his. "Could always do what we got brought here for, too."
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Carter shifts his weight, looking at his feet and the little bit of soot still flaking from his shoes. "I'm used to a lot more structure."
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"And you get used to it. After awhile. What's that mean, anyway? You fell into it?" He'd have assumed it meant getting hoodwinked by the recruitment office, save for the literally tossed in there.
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And it's not that he didn't eat a few hours ago but after war rationing and prison food? It's like being surrounded by constant temptations. Carter's gonna put on some weight his first few months here and he's looking forward to it.
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"Yeah, sure," he agrees with a falsely casual air considering how eager he definitely is. "Probably best to lay low for a few hours while alla that blows over, too." Is an explosion in the middle of town going to be old news after a just one meal-and-long-explanation break?
Who knows. In Star City it probably would be, and this crazy place has way more metas running around. Either way, "I know a good place couple minutes from here." Rene may or may not have already spent a good chunk of his first week here scoping out the best replacement joint for his favorite and conspicuously absent Big Belly Burgers.
next tag will be a giant exposition block from him
He holds back until they reach their destination before he lets the entire thing spill. After 75 years it's probably not classified anymore, right?
"So when I joined the army it was 1941, yeah?"
lmao lay it on me!
He's heard talk of people coming from different times so he's not taken completely by surprise, but that's almost 80 years. Also explains something or another about the guy's whole... vibe.
He sets his fry back down. "You for real right now?" He's not much of a historian or anything, but that obviously means: "So you fought in World War II? Damn." Being an actual bomber during WWII definitely puts a kibosh on any of the usual inter-military-branch friendly ribbing about the Air Force being the Chair Force, that's for sure.
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"I didn't see a whole lot of the main fighting. We got sent to bomb Germany, and my plane got shot down. Krauts picked us up maybe ten minutes later." He shrugs - what are you gonna do? - and stuffs some fries in his face. "So when you're doing a war, there's a lot of people getting shot down and a lot of 'em escaping, y'know? So the German underground and the allies had this setup for helping escaped POWs and other folks get out of the country, shipping 'em around to farmhouses and boltholes, that kind of thing. After we got loose they sent us over to Stalag 13. Uh, a stalag's a prison camp."
At the mention of the place his face lights up with pride. By reflex he leans in and lowers his voice, as if it's still a secret this far away and long past the war. "And boy, over at Stalag 13 they had one heck of an operation running. Escaped prisoners sneak into the camp, they get new papers and clothes, then they get snuck out again. And that's not even the half of what went on there, but I didn't find that out until the second time around."
There was a brief pause for more fries, and a light diversion into how the sodas just didn't quite taste right here, before Carter went back to his exposition.
"See, I got recaptured later, but the Germans just sent me right back to Stalag 13 as a proper prisoner. Ain't that a hoot? Cause once I was there, the guy running the operation - not the kommandant, I mean the guy really in charge, Colonel Hogan - he made me a proper part of his crew. We did all sorts of things - spying, sabotage, misinformation. The sabotage was the most fun, though."
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Normally he doesn't hold back saying whatever the fuck he's thinking, but Rene is taking a few minutes to process here.
At some point during the explanation Rene had resumed eating, so now he gestures at Carter with what remains of his burger (not much.) "That where you got to use bombs?" In the sabotage parts of the mission. Oh yeah, he gets the feeling he knows what Carter's about, now.
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He stretches out one hand and looks at it. There's little white spots indicating scars from chemical burns or flame, and then a fine sheen of grease from the fries covering his fingertips. Carter flexes his hand, staring at it with that same eager, passionate smile.
"But it's nothing like what I can do now," he mutters to himself. "I haven't even tested how big I can go yet."
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As for himself, during Navy SEAL training he'd learned how to deal with both underwater and land demolitions—both setting them and disarming them—but he'd never taken to either that much. It was guns he'd preferred, and guns which he could lovingly list off like they're old friends, as Carter is doing now with explosives.
"Wait till you see what bombs can do now," he says into his cup before he takes a drink, briefly wondering what the hell soda used to taste like, and then he promptly almost spits it back out when Carter finishes talking to himself. "Uh, how bout you hold off on that until we find you a safe place to test?" There's gotta be abandoned bomb testing sites around here somewhere...
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How small could he make his explosions? How massive? Could he direct them? What happened if he built a normal bomb, and then held that when he exploded, would it be double the blast radius or even bigger? How hot did fire have to get now to hurt him, or was he limitless?
Carter shakes his head abruptly. "Oh, yeah, of course. We're in America now, wouldn't want any civilians getting caught in it. Where do they usually test bombs? In the desert, right? Or maybe some old mining pit?"
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Man but it feels weird to be the one suggesting caution: if only the Boss could see him now. Rene sets his cup back down and wipes the grease off of his fingers before fishing around in his pockets for his phone.
"But yeah, deserts or islands," he continues, distractedly. "Looks like we could take the porters to Jeopardy and be out in the desert real quick..." He wrinkles his nose, scrolling through whatever information he brought up on the screen. "Apparently the whole place is irradiated already."
Uh. Actually, wait a minute.
"...That wasn't a nuclear blast you did, was it?" Questions he definitely should have thought to ask about twenty minutes ago: that. Please just be a regular old incendiary bomb-person, Carter. "I better not have cancer now."
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Does he still have his health insurance in an alternate dimension? Rene rubs a hand over his face. "What? Yeah they figured it out, all over Japan. Ended the war." Listen... do not go to Rene for history lessons.
and there he goes
"I bet that really showed the Japanese what was what."
...Except he doesn't actually say 'Japanese'. The word he says is similar, certainly. Even contains the same first few letters. But it's a lot shorter, and a lot less publicly acceptable.
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He's not, like, particularly conscious of any of it when it's not directed at him, but he figures Carter could use the head's up. A walking bomb protecting himself could get real messy, real fast.
And damn it Rene likes the guy, ridiculous as he is. Better to save him from himself instead of waiting for him to learn the harder way. He frowns to himself for a moment, figuring he should probably actually make a point instead of just giving a warning: "We dropped the bombs on civilian targets. It was fucked up, hoss. Blew up two regular ass cities. I mean it ended it, but damn."
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Don't talk...like recruitment posters? What, don't tell people to join the army? Don't be patriotic? Unable to parse out exactly what Rene found objectionable, he moves on to Rene's second and equally baffling statement.
"What, like, by mistake? We missed the target?"
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He puffs out a sigh, especially at the lost puppy dog look.
"Look, hoss. We ain't fighting them no more, that shit's like a slur now, and a lot of folks won't like hearing it." A beat. "Still not wannabe nazis all over the damn place, though. So should be familiar."
Sorry the present is such a shitshow, Carter.
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"Maybe you can just give me a list of stuff and I won't bring it up?" If they'd bombed two whole cities maybe the Japanese were still sensitive about the word bomb?
(Later, Carter would do research on exactly how big 'city' and 'bomb' were. And then he'd...probably have to find something pleasant to stare at for a while until he stopped feeling uncomfortable about his own country's army.)
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Hmm. "If it's a different name for somebody's race or whatever, just don't go there," is the closest thing to succinct advice that Rene can come up with. "Rest of it, I don't know, hoss. I ain't the most sensitive guy around." And really, he can just picture the baffled looks his teammates would shoot him for being the guy to have to give this sort of talk here.
But either way he sits back in his seat, seemingly content to leave it at that, and picks at the last of his fries. "Shit, have you seen all the new guns? This century will probably blow your mind." Guns are also problematic, but unlike the rest of it, Rene loves them. So there.
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That one was gonna be hard to remember, especially when there were so many different kinds of people here. The last thing he wanted was to get jumped for saying something wrong - in Carter's head, an image formed of a cluster of Japanese people accosting him in a back alley and waving katanas angrily at him for a perceived crime.
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"Okay," says Carter, slower and still unsure, but nodding along as if he understood the entire matter. "Thanks for the tip. There's a lot to get used to around here, y'know."