» Staying Power Ron Speirs has never not been opportunistic, so the promise of picking up another useful skill was more than enough to get him down to the bunker and perusing his options. Most of them sound good - superhuman strength, enhanced speed and endurance, rapid healing all would have come in handy during the war, and he has every intention of analyzing all his possible options before making a choice, but once he spots teleportation, he stops, stares, and smiles.
Now, that sounds useful.
As soon as the effect kicks in, he's testing the limits. How far can he go? How fast can he 'port again without needing to take a rest? Does he need to visualize something familiar or can he just cast out and see where he ends up?
It's exhilarating, almost the same way throwing yourself out of a plane is, and it's hard not to think about all the loot he could've pilfered if he'd been able to do this in Germany.
For the first hour or so, he keeps popping up all over the terraformed area, sometimes sticking around to check in or just seemingly flickering in and out of existence all around both the North and South villages.
Speirs is already spookily quiet and good at sneaking up on people (which he might take pleasure in, not that he'd ever admit it to people), so for those he's cordial enough to surprise without getting stabbed, he might pop up unannounced literally right behind you.
» Forgive and... It really comes to bite him in the ass when he teleports into a swarm of dust moths. Ron reacts fast enough to teleport back to the outskirts of town, but it was a big enough swarm that he's looking pretty confused as he walks the streets.
This sure as shit isn't France. His fingers itch for a rifle, or at least a side arm.
Less concerning, but still deeply, deeply strange is the fact that he doesn't recognize any of the people milling about either, even though some of them seem to know him. He winds up staring with unsettlingly intense-but-dead eyes at anyone who's interested enough to take notice of him.
» Wildcard Surprise me!
» Text UN: Speirs does anyone have a deck of cards and an interest in setting up a poker game?
Ron Speirs | Band of Brothers
Ron Speirs has never not been opportunistic, so the promise of picking up another useful skill was more than enough to get him down to the bunker and perusing his options. Most of them sound good - superhuman strength, enhanced speed and endurance, rapid healing all would have come in handy during the war, and he has every intention of analyzing all his possible options before making a choice, but once he spots teleportation, he stops, stares, and smiles.
Now, that sounds useful.
As soon as the effect kicks in, he's testing the limits. How far can he go? How fast can he 'port again without needing to take a rest? Does he need to visualize something familiar or can he just cast out and see where he ends up?
It's exhilarating, almost the same way throwing yourself out of a plane is, and it's hard not to think about all the loot he could've pilfered if he'd been able to do this in Germany.
For the first hour or so, he keeps popping up all over the terraformed area, sometimes sticking around to check in or just seemingly flickering in and out of existence all around both the North and South villages.
Speirs is already spookily quiet and good at sneaking up on people (which he might take pleasure in, not that he'd ever admit it to people), so for those he's cordial enough to surprise without getting stabbed, he might pop up unannounced literally right behind you.
» Forgive and...
It really comes to bite him in the ass when he teleports into a swarm of dust moths. Ron reacts fast enough to teleport back to the outskirts of town, but it was a big enough swarm that he's looking pretty confused as he walks the streets.
This sure as shit isn't France. His fingers itch for a rifle, or at least a side arm.
Less concerning, but still deeply, deeply strange is the fact that he doesn't recognize any of the people milling about either, even though some of them seem to know him. He winds up staring with unsettlingly intense-but-dead eyes at anyone who's interested enough to take notice of him.
» Wildcard
Surprise me!
» Text UN: Speirs
does anyone have a deck of cards and an interest in setting up a poker game?