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Band of Brothers → Crossroads
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My muse has just taken a Truth Potion, send “Spill it” plus a question and they will answer.
My muse cannot give half truths, partial truths or bend the truth. They will have to spit out everything then and there!
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“What the hell did I miss?”
Perconte looks to Bill and cracks the widest grin the short man can manage. “Everything, with that ego in the way you’d miss most things,” Perconte teases. “But nothing too important. Just been out of the game for a little while is all.”
“Wouldn’t anybody?” Bill asked in a tone as if it was a normal way to react when left out or behind the others. His mood changed at the offering of a cigarette which he gladly took, lighting it before he even placed it between his lips.”Thanks Frank.” Following the lead of the other, he leaned against the wall with his Thompson at his side. The question surprised him and he shrugged.”Leg’s still stiff but that’s what happens when ya go AWOL.”
Frank smiles, watching his friend light up. He could see how grateful Bill was for the smoke and Frank knew it’d help the fiery paratrooper calm his nerves a bit. He listens to his friend speak, Bill’s voice somehow calming. Hearing that Bill going AWOL wasn’t surprising, the man didn’t take no for an answer and sure as hell wasn’t going to sit in a hospital for his leg to get better.
“Couldn’t sit for a few more weeks? Got tired of the nurses flirting with you?” Frank asks, raising an eyebrow.
Jesus christ perco, where the hell you been
Perconte shrugs, not really sure how to explain it. “I needed a break, they sent me somewhere so I would get better and now I’m back. All is well.” Frank smiles, reassuring the other soldier that he was fine. And he was. He was back among his brothers in arms and among people he trusted. He was more than happy to be among them on the front lines. However, there was always fear and the creeping feeling that something bad will happen.
Though Frank didn’t care if it happened to him what he hated was that it could happen to someone else, someone he cared about. “How have you been?”
lieb-the-cabbie
“Missin’ you, you idiot.” He said, though despite his words there was no malcontent, and a bright smile couldn’t be wiped from his face. He had truly missed his friend, something that he noted in his mind that he started calling him that after their time in the foxhole together. A night together could change things, and Joe felt happy to see one of his brothers again.
“Can’t believe you left without tellin one of us. Ol Luz was ready to raise hell if he couldn’t go with you wherever you were to raise hell there.” He chuckled. “Doin’ alright. Glad you’re back.”
Frank feels bad for a second. He should of told everyone where he was going to or at least given them a heads up to what was going on. But things had happened so fast and the sadness had been too much. He had needed a break, and fast. Things had been insane and now that he was once again back he hoped that things would continue on as normal.
Or, at least, continue as if he’d never left. “Yeah, I’m sorry I hadn’t said anything. It was all very fast and you know the military, they want it done and they want it done yesterday. I was...out of sorts and they needed me to have my wits,” Franks says, beating around the subject while still revealing information he needed to expose. He also knew Joe wouldn’t take ‘I’m fine’ as an answer.
“Wish I coulda taken Luz, he woulda made that place fun.” He didn’t really want to think about his time in hospital.
“I’m glad to be back, either way,” Frank says after a moment. “I missed you too Joe.”
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With only one bullet left, your character shoots at mine but misses. Send " ✷ " for my character's reaction.
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44 by capdick
Frank’s been Catholic since he was born so the occult has always been in the background of his life as something to be feared and something evil. But Frank prides himself in being imaginative and open-minded, having interest in things bordering on taboo to his peers. He would never dabble, that’s too far, but he’s definitely not turning a blind eye to the possibility.
31: Most prized possession?
Do not, under any circumstance, take Perconte’s books (he will straight up try to gut a motherfucker) or root through his bag full of supplies. Perconte has a horde like some demented war dragon, hoarding everything from toothbrushes to socks to stray bullet casings to cutlery. Perconte’s bag of stuff has it all!
Jesus christ perco, where the hell you been
Perconte shrugs, not really sure how to explain it. “I needed a break, they sent me somewhere so I would get better and now I’m back. All is well.” Frank smiles, reassuring the other soldier that he was fine. And he was. He was back among his brothers in arms and among people he trusted. He was more than happy to be among them on the front lines. However, there was always fear and the creeping feeling that something bad will happen.
Though Frank didn’t care if it happened to him what he hated was that it could happen to someone else, someone he cared about. “How have you been?”
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☛ GET INSIDE YOUR CHARACTER'S HEAD! aka The Excessively Detailed Headcanon Meme
Ask a question, any question! Because I have nothing better to do than to answer your questions. ... No, really. I don't. D:
1: What does their bedroom look like?
2: Do they have any daily rituals?
3: Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?
4: What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?
5: Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)
6: Eating habits and sample daily menu
7: Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time
8: Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging
9: Makeup?
10: Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?
11: Intellectual pursuits?
12: Favorite book genre?
13: Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?
14: Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)
15: Biggest and smallest short term goal?
16: Biggest and smallest long term goal?
17: Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress
18: Favorite beverage?
19: What do they think about before falling asleep at night?
20: Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?
21: Turn-ons? Turn-offs?
22: Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?
23: How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?
24: Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?
25: How do they see themselves 5 years from today?
26: Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?
27: What is their biggest regret?
28: Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?
29: Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)
30: Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)
31: Most prized possession?
32: Thoughts on material possessions in general?
33: Concept of home and family?
34: Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)
35: What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?
36: What makes them feel guilty?
37: Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?
38: What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?
39: Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?
40: How misanthropic are they?
41: Hobbies?
42: How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?
43: Religion?
44: Superstitions or views on the occult?
45: Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?
46: If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?
47: How do they express love?
48: If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?
49: Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?
it’s been two years since i’ve seen home. two years.
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“What the hell did I miss?”
Perconte looks to Bill and cracks the widest grin the short man can manage. “Everything, with that ego in the way you’d miss most things,” Perconte teases. “But nothing too important. Just been out of the game for a little while is all.”
Bill smirked at the fellow Italian and slightly shoved him at his answer.”Hilarious Perco. Ya speakin’a yerself there?” He countered before moving to lean against the wall of the wooden structure they were quartered in for the time being.”Good, wouldn’t wanna miss too much.”
“Yeah, yah get kinda pissy when you're out of the loop.”
Perconte gives him another grin before lighting a cigarette. He holds the pack out, offering to Bill without a word. He takes a drag and leans against the wall, setting aside his M1 for the time being. He’d been wound up a lot lately, he wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was the constant barrage of mortar fire but at this point it could be anything.
“How yah been Bill?” Frank finally asks after a beat. He wanted to know, Bill was a good friend of his.
Hey, Perconte, you steal my fuckin' tootbrush?
Perconte scrunches his nose and shakes his head. “Why would I want your nasty toothbrush for? ‘Sides, got my own plus spares. You want one?” Perconte asks, already taking his pack off and setting it on the ground just in case he had to go digging through it. “You have to ask nicely though or else Saint Perconte might not take pity on you and your poor dental hygiene.”
joe–toye
“Poor dental hygiene?” Toye almost laughed, but it came out as a scoff instead. “I’d tell ya to come over here and inspect my teeth, but you’re too short to even see that high up.”
Perconte hears the short joke and his temper flares just a tiny bit because, to be truthful, Perconte was fine with being short. It was all the more fun to knock the big guys down that way. “Oh, don’t worry your little head Toye, I got a solution for this,” Perconte says with a grin, obviously joking. “One good swing and I’ll be able to check your teeth just fine.”
Perconte chuckles a little. “How have you been? Where have you been? What’s a guy gotta do to get an update from you, huh?”
You might wanna lay off the brushin' for awhile, Perconte. Your gums are gonna start bleedin' and I ain't too interested on lookin' down your trap.
Perconte scoffs, smiling to show off his pearly whites. “Don’t worry doc, got this all under control. Promise.” Perconte looks over the medic real quick, scanning him for any signs that he might not be as fine as he’s letting on. “But, ‘nough about me doc, you okay? You treatin’ yourself okay? Gettin’ plenty of sleep?”
“Did you just laugh at me?”
Perconte looks up from his book and looks over his shoulder, looking for whoever Joe might be talking to but with no one in sight he looks back and points to himself with his thumb, like ‘who? me?’ He instantly shakes his head, trying to get out of Joe’s line of fire because they all knew how that was.
“Uh, if I said no, woulda believe me?”
Hey, Perconte, you steal my fuckin' tootbrush?
Perconte scrunches his nose and shakes his head. “Why would I want your nasty toothbrush for? ‘Sides, got my own plus spares. You want one?” Perconte asks, already taking his pack off and setting it on the ground just in case he had to go digging through it. “You have to ask nicely though or else Saint Perconte might not take pity on you and your poor dental hygiene.”
Omg hiiii uwu
Heeey, whats up?
“What the hell did I miss?”
Perconte looks to Bill and cracks the widest grin the short man can manage. “Everything, with that ego in the way you’d miss most things,” Perconte teases. “But nothing too important. Just been out of the game for a little while is all.”