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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

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 stranger in the gas mask held up their hands. "Easy, easy," said the computerized voice. "He's not dead. The bastard'll be fine." the assured the store owner. They grabbed the back of the man's collar and began to pull him up. "I'll just put him outside on the sidewalk or something. Don't call the cops! Everything is okay, okay? Just...chill." One hand went into their pocket, pulling out a wad of cash.

"I have money. I'm not going to rob you. Okay? I need you to fix something for me. You think you can do that? Not gonna have an asthma attack, right? Because you sure as hell don't want me using my inhaler to help you out. You'll just pass out."

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The stranger turned, having just dragged the man to the entrance of the door.

"...yeah." they nodded. "My face."

The ordeal of dropping the thief out onto the sidewalk half a block away and walking back was quick. The merc wasted no time, not even propping the guy up against a wall or a fire hydrant. He was just left there.

Coming back into the store, the door was closed behind them silently, and they looked down at Quinn. They glanced to the side briefly at the bullet hole in the wall, but it had been shot at an angle, luckily, that it was partially hidden behind the leg of a table. Not completely noticeable. They wouldn't mention it, either.

They made their way over to Quinn, making sure not to stare at it long, and crossed their arms. "I need... it's broken. It's not using the battery correctly and its overheating really quick, which melted the humidifier. It's a complicated piece of equipment, and I need you to handle it gently. What's your price?"

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Sen leaned back from Quinn a bit, not used to having strangers look over the mask. This was the first time in two years it needed to be fixed. They had been doing such a good job for the longest time.

"I don't care what you do with it, as long as it does its job. I don't care what it looks like." they said flatly. What was this kid on about? Jesus, they had half their face blown off and they were less socially inept as this...person.

"Get me a wet towel or something. I can't wear the mask while you take care of it. Half of it is...inside my body, kinda..." They looked away, at the wall.

"Just...if you can do what I ask, it'd be real peachy, alright?"

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"You'll see it. Okay? You'll get to work on it without it being attached to me. Which you don't want." the merc said, annoyance level rising. "I just need to prepare some stuff. This is a life support system, and there's a reason why!"

Slightly infuriated, the merc followed Quinn to the workshop. They kept their eyes on the ground, stepping around anything that would otherwise trip them up and have them landing right on their face. Their green orbs scanned the room critically. Sen nodded. "Seems legit. Looks... like you actually work..."

They danced their way to the bathrooms, not caring for which one they backed into, which happened to be the women's bathroom.

Once inside, they quickly reached for a thick handful of paper towels, bunching them up before running them underneath the sink, getting them nice and moist. The merc fiddled with the mask, releasing several small latches, and pulling it very carefully from their face.

The merc turned from the mirror, avoiding it like a plague as they pressed the paper towels to their face and throat, keeping them there. In the other hand, they carried the gas mask, and opened the door with their foot. Once outside, the machinery, with four plastic tubes, laden in snot and spit, was handed to Quinn.

Sen couldn't speak, and their attempt at hiding their deformity was despicable. Quinn wouldn't be able to see what was wrong, exactly, but that something was, indeed, very, very wrong.

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Sen was sitting back on the sofa, one hand pressing on the wet paper towels. There was a very distinct wheezing coming from the mercenary. The same as when someone was nearly snoring, but not quite. It came in a steady, calm rhythm, but it didn't sound normal.

When the store owner spoke, and spoke, and spoke...and spoke some more, the last bit about the price, all Sen could do was give Quinn a thumbs up before stretching out on the sofa, feet up, head against the armrest, settling in nice and comfy.

Yeaaaaah, this was the life. Couches.

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The merc's green eyes were staring at Quinn for quite a long time. Two grand?

Well...there goes all the money that Paul had given them for the prepay. And all the money they had saved up before then. There was a chance to bully some of that money out of Quinn, of course, but they didn't need to make an enemy out of the person that currently held their life in their arms.

So, with a slight gurgling that could have been described as a heavy sigh due to the rise and fall of Sen's chest, they held up a hand and waved dismissively. A gesture that said, "Whatever."

But, shit. Two grand? With fifty off. Sen's eyes rolled.

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Sen took the gasmask and sat up, looking up at Quinn. After a moment, they stood on their feet, then reached out to grab Quinn's shoulder and turn them around. Even if they had not done so successfully, Sen would also turn their back to Quinn, dropping the paper towels onto the couch.

The worst task of placing the gas mask life support system back on was the tubes. Always the tubes. One in the esophagus, two for the trachea. The humidifier was broken, however, so there was no need for one of the tubes, which Sen left dangling as they clipped the gasmask back onto their face.

They would turn around, nodding to Quinn. "I can get you one thousand today. I don't have a phone number. I'm homeless. It's also pretty goddamn obvious I don't have a computer." the merc said. "I need the humidifier fixed soon. Not today, but soon. Alright?"

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Without even a second thought, Sen's hand dipped into their pocket, retrieving enough bills for the first payment. All they would have left in their pocket was, perhaps, one hundred. Just enough to pay for food, water, some clothes from the good will store. In the meantime, they would find another few hits and get them done. Yeah, it would work out.

"There you go." said the merc, placing the money wad into their hand. "There's your payment. This mask better be as good as you say it is by the time I get it back. I'm not one to complain, but I normally wind up with what I need sooner or later." Their eyes bore into Quinn's, dead serious.

"And the name's Sen. Just Sen."

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Sen had already turned, holding up a hand in a still wave. "You think I'm just gonna give a stranger a thousand bucks and walk away forever?" they said. A finger pointed to their temple. "You aren't too smart, are you? Or you think the world is a nice place. Surprise, surprise."

They kept on walking down the street, pausing to let the cars pass by before crossing. Quinn thought they were tired? Well, at least they had a bed to sleep in.

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A day later, there was a knock on Quinn's door.

After spending a night in an alley with a few cats sleeping away in trash cans, Sen had come, not smelling the freshest, finishing a smoothie in one hand. The pink, icy substance was being pulled up a small plastic tube that vanished into the gas mask.

Anytime, now, thought the mercenary.

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Sen walked in rather casually, giving Quinn a nod of greeting as they walked to the garage. A hand went up as they mentioned a tracking chip, about to protest before Quinn stated it was in case they ran away with the improved mask.

"...uhhh...sure, kid, sure, but only until I get you the money. Then you take it out. Got it?" It would be far too easy for any enemy of the mercenary's to find them and kill them with a god damned tracking chip in their mask.

"But I'm not running off. If you do a good enough job I might come back." They paused. "Might being the operative word. Eden City isn't rubbing off on me."

There was a loud slurping noise as Sen finished the smoothie and placed it atop the nearest table. The bathroom door was swung open, and Sen disappeared.

It took slightly longer than last time, mostly to clean out the feeding tube that still had smoothie juice in it. When they came out, the equipment still stank of sweat, spit, and snot, but it was ever so slightly cleaner. Sen had the wet towel over their mouth and throat, hiding their features once more. They handed over the gas mask.

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Sen had been lounging on the couch, much like the day before, and had even fallen into a shallow sleep. However, the second everything had stopped being as noisy as a damned metal hurricane, the kid's eyes flipped open. They turned to look at Quinn, who held the new life support mask in their hands.

Well, well...it...didn't look different at all. But they didn't expect it, not much. They got onto their feet, holding the towel tightly to them. They grabbed the gas mask, then moved to push Quinn around like yesterday. They glared, and turned around, themself.

It was a repeat, it felt, but this time was going to be so much better. At least, they hoped. Sen carefully pulled the towel away from their face, and a hoarse breathing, the same one would expect to hear in a zombie movie. From one of the zombies.

The gas mask was slipped on after a few squelches signaled the insertion of the tubes and the now working humidifier. There was a hiss as the mercenary took a deep breath in, then out. They turned around, looking at Quinn with their eyes wide. They only took a few more breaths, quirking their brow, making faced, looking entirely surprised.

"It hasn't ever been this easy to breathe. Not in years."

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It was only natural for the mechanic to feel good about themself. Sen could not blame them. Not even a little. Especially since the humidifier and the breathing apparatus worked...almost naturally. It was like having a throat again. Just out of thought, Sen's hand came to the neck of the mask, tapping it.

Yeah, it worked so perfectly. The air didn't even grow hot because of the battery anymore, and no fans were cutting on. That would be great for espionage. The things they could do now...

"You're gonna make it real easy to give you the second half of your payment," Sen told Quinn, giving them a thumbs up. Just one more hit, and they'd have the money. Three thousand dollars on the head of some crime boss called March, and they would be back up to where they were before.

"Wait, wait, so you're saying I can't go now? It...I have to go through all that trouble? You're kidding."

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Sen paused, shoving their hands in their pockets. They needed to get that job done to pay for the mask, and they needed to get it done that night. It would be quick, too! Just one bullet to the brain and a picture as proof. Easy.

"Listen, listen, listen. I can't... have you with me, alright? So I need that release form. I won't be gone long, I promise. If something goes wrong with the mask, I'll make it here as soon as possible. I will be close- did you say I could stay here?" Sen's eyes grew wide, giving the mechanic an incredulous stare. They jammed their thumb in the direction of the couch.

"Can I sleep there? Can I?"

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One of Sen's brows arched. They took a step toward the mechanic. "Wait, you aren't serious, right?" they asked. "You are actually offering me your bed? You know that people don't just do that, right?"

After all, they were filthy, smelled more than a bit sour, looked like trash and, well, they weren't usually a person that had any type of kindness handed out to them. Even with the situation, it was strange.

"I, uh. Yeah. It's been a while. I like beds."

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Sen nodded, almost marveling at the place. Sure, Taylor's was nice, but it would have only been a good experience had they been able to at least sleep on their couch, as opposed to in the wine cellar. As a prisoner. What Quinn was offering Sen, for even a night, was just as good as any fancy, expensive mansion. It was a roof, a shower, and a bed.

A bed, for Christ sake.

"You don't want to know what other people normally do," said Sen. "In accordance to their behavior toward myself." It would probably make the poor mechanic faint, so they would refrain even if they asked. Sen turned to look back to Quinn.

"I don't quite know what to say. It's something I don't often tell others, I guess," they began with a shrug.

"Well, thanks."

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The mercenary paused, eyes flickering to the ground. "I don't deal drugs. That's really stupid." And they took too damned long to kill people.

"Don't worry about it, alright? Because you're absolutely right." they said, holding up a hand. "But it's not drug dealing."

With that, they scratched the back of their neck awkwardly, then turned to leave. "I'll be back in a few hours, then." They looked over their shoulder, pointing at the mechanic. "With the money."

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Sen rose their hand in a wave, walking off quickly into the chilly night. They rounded a corner quickly into an alley, reaching into a trash bin, taking out the bag, to reach another at the bottom. They took it out, looking over it.

New guns. New grenades. The tools of the trade.

"Oh, I'll be coming back, alright."

Later that night-

Sen knocked on the door, eyes narrowed in a painful wince, hoping for Quinn to answer quickly. The arm of their coat had been slashed open, and it was a dark, almost black color. They tried to hide it, grasping a hand over the wound, but they didn't do a spectacular job.

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"I spilled ketchup. Obviously, I was at a diner," Sen replied, looking at Quinn flatly. "You said I could sleep here, right? That's okay with you." Their head tiredly turned to the stairs. "Listen, I know this is a little sudden, but I'm fine. It's just a scratch. It's not that bad."

Going into shock? Jesus, were they kidding? It was a nasty wound, sure, and they were losing blood, yeah, but they wouldn't even lose that much. If... if they acted quickly.

Sen quickly tried to shrug away from Quinn to walk up the stairs. "Don't call the ambulance. Don't call a doctor. I'll be fine."

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When Quinn turned them around, and Sen encountered a startlingly infuriated expression on the mechanic's face, Sen's heart quickened. Even as it changed, the mercenary couldn't help but stare.

"I'll just take the jacket off," said Sen. "Don't cut it. It's still a good jacket." Words from someone who just couldn't afford to waste. They began to ease the item of clothing off, letting it drop to the floor. They grimaced as the cloth rubbed against the wound. A deep one running from their shoulder nearly to their elbow.

"I was thinking about that shower, but I'm lightheaded. Might need to take care of this, first."