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SenTinel

The unknown is what keeps us safe.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Moonscar

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Registered citizen of the Terran National Government

Description

Sennen T. Noel - Kid Mercenary


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Age: 19
Gender: n/a

Species: Human
Race: Chinese Caucasian

Nationality: Terra
Place of Birth: N/a
Current Residence: N/a
Occupation: Mercenary

Appearance:
With brown eyes, brown hair combed back in spikes, and pallid skin, Sen looks like your usual just-out-of-those-teenaged-years kid. That is, if it was not for the gas mask upon their face, worn at all times with minimum exceptions. Usual apparel consists of a large army coat and baggy pants.


Weapons:

-A .45 usp and a UMP45
-One KABAR knife
-Two M67’s
-One M18


Other:
The gasmask has an inbuilt voice synthesizer that Sen uses to communicate. It goes between the voice of Microsoft Sam and Microsoft Mary.

Sennen T. Noel - The Early Days

So begins...

SenTinel's Story

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The bar door was pushed open, complaining, as it normally did, in a chorus of squeaks and groans.

The person who made their way inside was hardly odd, especially in comparison to the many others who were, indeed, strangers in more than one fashion.

Sen was of a fairly common height; five seven. Sen also had plain, combed back brown hair, tanned skin, and light brown eyes.

The only strange thing about Sen was the gasmask that covered the soldier's nose, mouth, and a good portion of their throat.

There was a UMP45 machine gun slung over one of the soldier's shoulders. They wore a heavy green coat and baggy pants. There was nothing leaning toward one or the other gender with them.

Sen was just...Sen.

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The soldier made their way to the counter, dumping themself into a stool. Rough breaths were audible through the gas mask. Sen reached for a touch-screen menu, dialing in an order.

From within their coat, Sen produced a plastic bag with a thin tube sticking from it. As a water bottle was placed in front of the youth, it was quickly emptied into the plastic bag.

For a moment, Sen paused, that sensation of being watched haunting them. Hazel eyes darted toward Anton, lingering upon him for a moment. It was uncomfortable enough to do such a thing in the vacancy of other people, but with someone actually watching?

With a grunt, the soldier simply continued until the bag was full, then sealed it. Before they would continue, however, they would once again look back, this time at the Invictus members.

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The bar door was pushed open, complaining, as it normally did, in a chorus of squeaks and groans.

The person who made their way inside was hardly odd, especially in comparison to the other who was, indeed, a stranger in more than one fashion.

Sen was of a fairly common height; five seven. Sen also had plain, combed back brown hair, tanned skin, and light brown eyes. The only strange thing about Sen was the gasmask that covered the soldier's nose, mouth, and a good portion of their throat.

There was a UMP45 machine gun slung over one of the soldier's shoulders. They wore a heavy green coat and baggy pants. There was nothing leaning toward one or the other gender with them.

Sen was just...Sen.

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The gas maske'd individual turned their eyes toward the cat.

Three seconds passed.

"That's what I should be saying," came the very robotic, outdated, Microsoft Sam voice, straight from the gas mask. "You're a talking cat, I noticed."

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The soldier's hand came up to the side of the mask, and a small slick registered.

"Perhaps it was this one," came Microsoft Mary. The soldier's cheeks lifted lightly, indicating what was perhaps a smile. "There were more, from my understanding."

At note of the Invictus members, Sen looked back. They had not been there the whole time, had they? Notice went to the weapons.

That was worrisome.

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"Lets just say I'm mute."

Which was not entirely a lie. Sen could certainly make sounds. Just not words. "What kinds of drinks they have? Not...just...does water cost here? I'm...foreign."

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Sen's eyes studied the computer screen. Was...that real? There were computers here...and cars were in such an abundance on the street. Sen certainly wasn't in Kansas anymore.

Or, rather, post apocalyptic Washington.

Tentatively, the soldier reached out a hand and touched the screen. No buttons, like the machines back in Washington.

It did not take long to figure out how to order. Soon, a water came. The soldier's eyes grew wide. "That's a little impressive."

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The bar door was pushed open, complaining, as it normally did, in a chorus of squeaks and groans.

The person who made their way inside was hardly odd, especially in comparison to the many others who were, indeed, strangers in more than one fashion.

Sen was of a fairly common height; five seven. Sen also had plain, combed back brown hair, tanned skin, and light brown eyes. The only strange thing about Sen was the gasmask that covered the soldier's nose, mouth, and a good portion of their throat.

There was a UMP45 machine gun slung over one of the soldier's shoulders. They wore a heavy green coat and baggy pants. There was nothing leaning toward one or the other gender with them.

Sen was just...Sen.

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Sen's hands immediately came to the machine gun at their side, the soldier taking a rather startled step back. What the hell was going on? Aschen?

Needless to say, the soldier was rather new to Terra as a whole. Their eyes twitched over the Terran Resistance soldiers.

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Into Gambit's bar came Sen.

It was nothing new, to wear a gas mask into the bar, nor was it anything strange to be be armed with a gun. Slung right over Sen's shoulder was a UMP45, and on the soldier's belt were three grenades. In a holster on the other side of the belt, a large knife.

The soldier with the gas mask was hardly fooling around. This city, and the one they had come from, was dangerous.

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With one other coming in after them, Sen just had to look back, brown eyes scrolling along Adam and his bloody knife. The soldier kept a wary eye, but otherwise made their way to the counter, swiftly ordering a glass of rum.

It would be difficult to drink, especially with the business of the bar, but it was high time the soldier learned to deal with it. After all, there was hardly any privacy in the city, and no money to buy a decent place. Not just yet.

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Sen quickly looked to the side as yet another patron made his way in.

This one looked a tad familiar.

The soldier kept staring at Flux, eyes narrowing in scrutiny. They both wore gas masks and were both armed. A long sigh filtered through Sen's mask.

"You're shitting me," came the voice of Microsoft Sam from Sen's mask.

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Sen's hands clasped atop the bar counter, right as the rum came. It was perplexing, the other gas mask'ed individual.

It wasn't rare, but it was still surprising.

Though, as Flux refused to answer, the soldier simply took the rum, looking at it with a bit of a loss.

"You're not much of a talker, are you?"

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Sen's eyes locked with Flux's own.

"And what do you hear?" asked Sen. It sounded like a stupid question, but it meant more than what was on the surface. Sen had already caught on that this other individual, to who they suspected was male, was some sort of mercenary. Or something of the like.

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The bar door was pushed open, complaining, as it normally did, in a chorus of squeaks and groans.

The person who made their way inside was hardly odd, especially in comparison to everyone else who normally came in, who indeed were strangers in more than one fashion.

Sen was of a fairly common height; five seven, and also had plain, combed back brown hair, tanned skin, and brown eyes. The only strange thing about Sen was the gasmask that covered the soldier's nose, mouth, and a good portion of their throat.

There was a UMP45 machine gun slung over one of the soldier's shoulders, combined with wearing a heavy green coat and baggy pants. There was no telling about anything with the soldier. Nothing specific.

Sen was just...Sen.

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The soldier's head turned so slowly that a satellite landed on mars before Sen's eyes reached Paul.

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"You were teased as a child, weren't you?"


The robotic, and unmistakable Microsoft Mary voice staticked out of the gasmask, the soldier's eyes narrowed in annoyance.
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"Perhaps you're lonely. You're not going to fix that with me."

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"I'm sure you're absolutely distraught."


Sen reached up to snatch the piece of paper off the counter, running their eyes over it. The rumbling of the bar did not perturb them. They were born on a battlefield, after all. They looked it over thoroughly, then put it down.

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"I have to wait that long to say yes?"

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"Wouldn't be hard to decline after. But you're a white collar. Of course you wouldn't understand."
said Microsoft Sam.
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"Fine. Go. We'll talk later."
replied the soldier, dialing in a quick order.

Water. Just a large gallon of H2O.

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The small bell atop the door jingled, signaling that the slightly haggard soldier with the gas mask was inside. Their boots were heavy on the wooden floor, giving them away even more. The soldier did not mind. They weren't trying to be silent.

Coming in, those brown eyes glued themselves onto the only current living being in there; Paul Sanderson.

They thumped over to his table, then drew the chair out none too gently. After dumping themselves into it, they leaned back.

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"Well?"

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Handcuffs.

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"Or a bullet?"
asked Sen, fingers tapping on the table.
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"That's a lot of money. More than any job I've taken before. Something tells me this isn't going to be a walk in the park. I've dealt with dangerous individuals before, but this might be something out of my caliber.
they explained.

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"Why is she dangerous? What can she do?"