[ Troy had been welcomed by the people of Fodlan - or the students and staff of Garreg Mach at least - when he and his squad of soldiers and researchers arrived at these lands. Alien in their appearance, bringing weapons and armor a millennium ahead of the locals' capabilities, the Terrans and the Fodlanese struck a small deal with the former staying near the Mach and blending in with the locals. It works just fine given their Prime Directive, but what's strange is that they thought this land had technology close to their own before arriving here...
It's been a couple of weeks and his soldiers are figuring out why they ended up in a world that's so different to their initial intel. They bargain with the locals, doing mercenary duties in exchange for food supplies without having to use their advanced weapons. But the locals possess magic that made them curious, with Troy especially so given his background. The two factions implemented a buddy system where his soldiers are partnered up with a local to do the cultural translations for them, Troy is partnered with Mercedes, she one of the students he and his troops encountered in their first contact.
Friendly as always, he got along with Mercedes just fine. He shared some horror stories with her, and even hilariously let her fire a gun and answered her questions and asked her his own. He found her calming presence to be something he needed as the leader of his group. She accompanied him to a port city to strike a deal with the locals there regarding food supplies. It's not going as fast as he wanted it, but at least they were allowed to stay in a beach house. It was morning of the next day, and Troy woke up later than Mercedes after spending most of the night making sure they're safe and staying in contact with his soldiers.
Birds are chirping and the sun is shining. The fresh breeze of the sea hits his nose when he rises up from the bed. Taking his t-shirt hanging lazily on a chair near the bed, he feels the air from the open windows grace his skin as he puts his shirt on. ]
Mercie?
[ He calls out, walking toward the empty living space but hearing somebody outside at the patio. There she was, serene and beautiful that he couldn't help but not smile ]
Well good morning to you. How long you been up?
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(OOC: Up to you if she's wearing her uniform just without the undergarments, or the opposite in that she's wearing a bikini and less of everything else :3c)
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It's been a couple of weeks and his soldiers are figuring out why they ended up in a world that's so different to their initial intel. They bargain with the locals, doing mercenary duties in exchange for food supplies without having to use their advanced weapons. But the locals possess magic that made them curious, with Troy especially so given his background. The two factions implemented a buddy system where his soldiers are partnered up with a local to do the cultural translations for them, Troy is partnered with Mercedes, she one of the students he and his troops encountered in their first contact.
Friendly as always, he got along with Mercedes just fine. He shared some horror stories with her, and even hilariously let her fire a gun and answered her questions and asked her his own. He found her calming presence to be something he needed as the leader of his group. She accompanied him to a port city to strike a deal with the locals there regarding food supplies. It's not going as fast as he wanted it, but at least they were allowed to stay in a beach house. It was morning of the next day, and Troy woke up later than Mercedes after spending most of the night making sure they're safe and staying in contact with his soldiers.
Birds are chirping and the sun is shining. The fresh breeze of the sea hits his nose when he rises up from the bed. Taking his t-shirt hanging lazily on a chair near the bed, he feels the air from the open windows grace his skin as he puts his shirt on. ]
Mercie?
[ He calls out, walking toward the empty living space but hearing somebody outside at the patio. There she was, serene and beautiful that he couldn't help but not smile ]
Well good morning to you. How long you been up?
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(OOC: Up to you if she's wearing her uniform just without the undergarments, or the opposite in that she's wearing a bikini and less of everything else :3c)