Synchronicity
First Post
Paul O'Reiley, aka Bulwark.
Paul hid a quick smile as Sally laid her claim to the skies. 'Well, nobody's going to be questioning her pluck..' He gave Sally a warm and reassuring smile in return to her looking around. It's hard to be sure of yourself with people you just met..people you're going to have to trust with your life in the not too distant future. I think we all need all the reassurance we can get.'
As Sally mispronounced his name, Paul 'coughed', hiding his laugh with a quickly upraised hand. 'Bulls-Art! Hahahahaha! I kind of like it!' However, he had control of himself again by the time Sally finished. Paul spoke up again.
"It's just like Sally said. Sure, it looks like they have the advantage if you just look at the numbers; but doing that, you're ignoring the American spirit. We're doing this for the good of our country; maybe, if Nemo's that important to this war, for the good of the world. I don't care if they've got five or fifty super-Japs out there, trying to defeat us; I refuse to be beaten. Dammit, I'm an American, born and bred, and I've never met an real American who was a quitter. We can win, and I say we will. Because it's for our country. And I'm not going to let my country down."
Paul is standing by the end of his impromptu speech, resting his hands on the table.He speaks with a passionate fevour that brings a powerful determination to his face, and the others in the room can see why this apparently easy-going man would put on a costume and go fight for his principles. It's Bulwark speaking, not Paul. The others realise that earlier, they met Paul in the Bulwark costume, not Bulwark; and now, they're seeing the part of Paul that refuses to quit, and always wants to make a difference: the part of Paul which is Bulwark. When he finishes, he bows his head for a moment, and then looks up again, still standing.
"Sally; you're going to need to make that flying Jap your top priority. Unless anyone's been hiding their light under a bushel, none of the rest of us can fly. That means you're the only one who can fight him off the ground. Can you do that? It doesn't mean you have to do it alone; I can throw some damn heavy things, and it sounds like Lily's a crack shot throwing things, too. Plus, if we can force him to the ground, we can all have a crack at him. But you'll probably have to engage him first. Can you handle that?"
Paul holds Sally's gaze, his eyes determined, yet compassionate. After a few moments, whether or not she's answered, he breaks eye contact.
"Alright. The rest of us..I don't offhand see how one of us would be better against any of the other enemies than anyone else, except that I'd say it'd probably be best if Atlas or I took on the super-strong character. What do you'll think?"
Paul sits down again, but he seems a lot less embarrassed by his outburst this time; like he doesn't have the time to wonder about his own capabilities with other things to do.
Mustang Sally said:
Paul hid a quick smile as Sally laid her claim to the skies. 'Well, nobody's going to be questioning her pluck..' He gave Sally a warm and reassuring smile in return to her looking around. It's hard to be sure of yourself with people you just met..people you're going to have to trust with your life in the not too distant future. I think we all need all the reassurance we can get.'
As Sally mispronounced his name, Paul 'coughed', hiding his laugh with a quickly upraised hand. 'Bulls-Art! Hahahahaha! I kind of like it!' However, he had control of himself again by the time Sally finished. Paul spoke up again.
"It's just like Sally said. Sure, it looks like they have the advantage if you just look at the numbers; but doing that, you're ignoring the American spirit. We're doing this for the good of our country; maybe, if Nemo's that important to this war, for the good of the world. I don't care if they've got five or fifty super-Japs out there, trying to defeat us; I refuse to be beaten. Dammit, I'm an American, born and bred, and I've never met an real American who was a quitter. We can win, and I say we will. Because it's for our country. And I'm not going to let my country down."
Paul is standing by the end of his impromptu speech, resting his hands on the table.He speaks with a passionate fevour that brings a powerful determination to his face, and the others in the room can see why this apparently easy-going man would put on a costume and go fight for his principles. It's Bulwark speaking, not Paul. The others realise that earlier, they met Paul in the Bulwark costume, not Bulwark; and now, they're seeing the part of Paul that refuses to quit, and always wants to make a difference: the part of Paul which is Bulwark. When he finishes, he bows his head for a moment, and then looks up again, still standing.
"Sally; you're going to need to make that flying Jap your top priority. Unless anyone's been hiding their light under a bushel, none of the rest of us can fly. That means you're the only one who can fight him off the ground. Can you do that? It doesn't mean you have to do it alone; I can throw some damn heavy things, and it sounds like Lily's a crack shot throwing things, too. Plus, if we can force him to the ground, we can all have a crack at him. But you'll probably have to engage him first. Can you handle that?"
Paul holds Sally's gaze, his eyes determined, yet compassionate. After a few moments, whether or not she's answered, he breaks eye contact.
"Alright. The rest of us..I don't offhand see how one of us would be better against any of the other enemies than anyone else, except that I'd say it'd probably be best if Atlas or I took on the super-strong character. What do you'll think?"
Paul sits down again, but he seems a lot less embarrassed by his outburst this time; like he doesn't have the time to wonder about his own capabilities with other things to do.
