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@lambisms 
                 he hummed deeply nodding softly though he wasn’t sure what to do with his time, outside of the base anyway.  civilian life was rather difficult, too many noises that reminded him of the field.  talking was rather rough as well, especially normal people that made the hairs stand up in response.   he’d need a bar, a good bar.  one that had a nice corner to sit and simply watch from afar, that was nice at least in his mind anyway.  
            “  Kennst du gute Bars in der Gegend?  Ich werde einen Drink brauchen, in einer normalen Gegend zu sein ist seltsam.  “    (  do you know any good bars in the area?  I am going to need a drink, being in a normal area is odd.    )  his voice was soft this time, eyes flicking away to the room and the door.  watchful, as he hears footsteps walk past.   a certain amount of being alert stayed in his body.   swallowing thickly as well,      “   Gut zu wissen, dass ich die erste Spezialeinheit bin, die diese Basis beehrt.  ahhh, etwas schwer zu trinken klingt nett.  Whiskey?  nicht sicher.   “    (   good to know that I am the first special forces to grace this base.   ahhh, something hard to drink sounds nice.  whiskey? not sure.   )   

@notasniper           Aesir would blush, golden gaze flickering up to meet könig’s as he swallowed thickly around air as his own small pale fingertips tap out a listless tune on the sturdy oak of his desk . “ Mein Ex-Mann war Deutscher, es schien nur natürlich, seine Sprache zu lernen.  zumal es eine von unserer Familie aus finanziellen Gründen erzwungene Heirat war. also wenn ich hier bin um als übersetzer zu fungieren, passt es perfekt “ ( My ex-husband was German, so learning his language seemed only natural.  especially as it was a marriage forced by our family for financial reasons. so if I'm here to act as a translator, it's a perfect fit .) he chooses carefully to avoid the flirtation , the wheels of his chair squeaking as his weight shifts , and he finds himself sucking on his bottom lip , the tips of his ears faintly pink through the tresses of his hair. “ Nun, ich hoffe, Sie genießen Ihre Freizeit, manchmal wird es spannend.  manchmal ist die CIA hereingekommen, um den FBI-Agenten zu helfen, sogar der Heimatschutz.  aber ich komme normalerweise nicht direkt ins Geschehen.” ( Well I hope you enjoy your free time, sometimes it gets exciting.  sometimes the CIA has come in to help the feds, even homeland security.  but I don't usually get right into the action. ) his phone buzzes and he picked it up, eyeing the text’s from will, complaining about how they havent hung out due to Aesir’s schedule and will’s workload . He would roll his eyes affectionately before sending a frowning face, a full wine glass and a winky emoji with a question mark after. He knew he would need to be drunk if he was going to sleep tonight anyway . 

@lambisms 
                  a soft laugh escaped his throat, brows slightly raised with amusement.  amusement that curled in his eyes as he watched the class quickly stand and run out of the classroom.  eyes watchful of him as they ran, never taking their eyes off until they were completely out of the room.   he hardly could blame them.  it wouldn’t be the first time he had people react that way towards him, scared.  really he had gotten use to it by now. 
            “  Ich stehe auf so etwas, ich werde es mir merken.  aber er hat dich aufgenommen, weil du meine Sprache kennst, also bist du außerhalb der Truppe.  “    (   i am quite into that sort of thing, i will keep it in mind.    but, he has included you because you know my language, so you are apart of the force.  )  slightly he shrugged, arms crossed across his chest neatly as the classroom was empty but them.  eyes watchful of him, never leaving the white haired male for a second.   fingers danced on his arm, a long breath leaving him as his head moved.  neck cracking softly as he moved.    “  das ist wie ein Urlaub weg von dem, was ich normalerweise gewohnt bin.  Bekommst du viele Leute wie mich, die in deine Basis kommen?  “    (   this is like a vacation away from what I am usually use to.  do you get many people like me coming into your base?  ) he spoke mostly in military terms.  a habit made since his career into it.  he dressed military too.  tan pants with a number of pockets, a plain dark gray shirt with what seemed to be a thin bullet proof vest under it and his military boots.  the sniper cover over his head was kept there for entertainment and he had just gotten too use to wearing it all the time.   it covered his scarred face, the messy hair and dark circles from view.  he hardly got what his body needed these days.   

@lambisms 
                  cannibalism was a hard topic for many, yet he nods as though he understands.  he does actually.  a few ghosts told stories of it or why they had to do it in springs during their lives.  when told him the taste, how it made them feel.  it was strange but, he wouldn’t do that.  necromancy changed that part of his mind anyway, seeing the dead and such parts.   never thought of doing it.  
            “  cannibalism is a hard topic, but it must be hard for him if he never has done it before.   “ he takes a brief shrug, elbows resting on the counter for a moment.  a finger raised as he grabs a shot glass and a bottle of tequila, pouring himself a shot and smiling warmly.    “  therapy isn’t everything, but you can always tell me your woes.  i never judge or analyze people, maybe some thoughts but never too deep unless asked of me.    “

@raisingsouls          “ dont.. dont be.” He sighed quietly pouring out more wine for himself as he drank it down . It was strong, and his light vision swam with it . Its rich and decadent like a dark chocolate cake , something sinful and forbidden that hung on his hungry tongue before he swallows. “ he was admitted for cannibalism. “ that garners another generous pour , and he pushes strands of white limp hair from his eyes as he frowned down at his delicate wedding band, Henrik’s abusive words rattle in his ears . He really hoped his good for nothing husband was dead. Hes been missing for months . It was more than likely, and that made his stomach do a nervous flip as he pulled out his cellphone, glaring at it almost. “ ah.. missed my therapy appointment. Oops.” 

@lambisms 
                 still he was glad that there wasn’t many patrons around today, most was home or perhaps a work night for most.  just glad to be able to really talk to the white haired male that came in fairly often.  a glass or a bottle of wine they only kept for him, just for him.  no one else ordered such things, but he made a note for him.  
            the male stood, cleaning glasses as he nodded slightly, fingers taking the card.  placing it safely into the cash register, noting that he held a tab open.  everything written down with prices, a star with the note  ‘ discount.  he’s really sad today.  ‘  just for himself though.   lips curled slightly as he listened, a frown across his face as he walked towards him.  
            “  jesus, i am really sorry to hear that,  “ he tells softly with a head tilt.  dark ginger hair falling slightly, leather pants cupping his ass almost perfectly.  a finger rose as he moved to get himself a shot glass and vodka, pouring some in and downing it himself.     “  do you know why he was admitted?   “

@lambisms                                          jason watched with a light shrug coming from him.   lips curled as he leaned back.    he knew of the trauma, the light triggers and how he ran off.   he understood but made no move to really say anything either or even help.   at times he was better to do nothing then something.  he turned towards the class with a glimmer of a smile, fingers picking up the left over lap top and placing it into his lap. 
            “   call me your new professor alright?    “  he spoke to the class, guns sitting on the desk close for him to grab.   shining softly in the light.  they weren’t something the fbi would give out at all.         “   a few rules, interrupt me?  i shoot.  be an asshole to me?  i shoot.   use the restroom wherever you need to even be on your phones but misbehave?  you will turn into target practice.      “ 

@REDROUGES                  “.. will was supposed to bring me coffee.. he lied , didnt he ?” There’s a glimmer of something there in his voice before its gone, golden depths flitting over Jason’s features as he sits up . Hes smaller than the other in every way, a flash of fear sparks in those depths before it too, is buried . He doesnt fight the nickname , already knowing how jason saw him, simply by the way his eyes moved . It made his skin crawl . They always share that same look, the one his ex husband wore . His already pale hands get paler around the knuckles as he clenched his fists, knowing he would be unable to make jason get off his desk . Instead he sits back, gesturing as if he didnt care what the male did . If he was anything like will talked about, he and his class had more in common than Aesir wanted to deal with . “ go ahead . Im sure they’d love to do journaling on the topic . A paper is due by the end of the week on the subject format . Have fun .” He doesnt stick around long after, simply skirting around jason with practiced ease . He was used to avoiding touching someone , or being grabbed ; the door shuts behind him with a click as he makes his way to the coffee machine . 

@lambisms                                             jason stared at him with raised brows.  head shaking slightly to the view of him.   truly it was sad to say the least.   narrowed cold blue eyes moved to stare at the class.   enough to scare them to shut up and stare at their phones or whatever they do to keep themselves busy.    the male sat on his desk, thick thighs showing when he sat, leaning forwards to the white cloud trying so hard to not fall asleep. 
            “    alright fluff ball cloud,  wake up or i teach your class.        “   he warned a smile across his face as fingers moved through his hair.  turning to the class with a deep thick hum,      “   who wants to learn about crime in gotham?     “ 

@fvcknvamp      “ your just saying that.. but I appreciate your sweet words .” The male also notes the section he is in , committing the isle of journalism to memory . It seemed he would need a lot of the books here, once he started teaching at the school. “ oh how rude of me , I’m Aesir . Aesir Hatlen . It’s a pleasure .” He would extend a pale hand , a friendly enough smile on open features . 

@lambisms ] # 
            
            i see . { he’d hum in response . glancing at the book he had put away . noticing the section its in and what the title was while he’s at it . upon hearing his next words , damian would raise a brow . } eyesore ? i wouldn’t say that exactly . trust me when i say you’re hair isn’t all that abnormal . 

@fvcknvamp “ hm ?” Aesir looks up , admittedly startled , golden eyes wide like a frightened prey animals . “ oh yes , I am . “ his voice is like a sweet tonic , botanical remedy . the book he had been glancing through shuts with a dull thud as he sits it back up on the shelf , turning now to focus on the taller male . A hand runs through his pale white hair , disheveling a few strands . “ it’s that obvious huh? Eh probably the hair .. it’s always an eye sore .” 

/ frustrated