freelancerminnesota
agent minnesota
Hello, I'm Agent Minnesota. Yes, I can help you recalibrate your armor settings if your HUD's bugging you. No, I can't take you for joyrides in the Longsword.
I'm a freelancer currently stationed aboard the Mother of Invention. If you need anything, let me know.
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Hey guys, I've decided that I want to leave moirp. This group is honestly really awesome and I've enjoyed my time in it but I don't have much motivation for Minnie any more and I just haven't been active enough to justify staying.
I might come back in the future?? But I will probably apply again with a different character if that happens, it depends. Anyway, I'm out for now, thanks for being so cool, guys!!
(also mods: do you want me to change the url so it's open? is there anything you need me to do idk)
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Minnesota lifted a hand in the cargo's direction--shit, wrong hand--she winced, and put it down so that she wouldn't stretch the muscles on that side. The anticipation of pain, and then a blunt numbness instead, made her grit her teeth. "It's all there. And yeah, we'd better take the warthog. I don't know if we can make the trek back if I'm--"
She paused, and glanced at the blood on her flank. Virginia knew what she meant.
Minnesota rose with some difficulty. There wasn't much traction in the sand, and she could feel tiny bits of gravel scraping in her armor's joints. She dusted herself off, and limped to the warthog, holding her side. Virginia in all her spartan-laser glory could be trusted to take care of the cargo. There was some faint curiosity at that thought.
The steering wheel was warm, but the keys weren't melted. Minnesota climbed in and flexed her fingers around the wheel. She wasn't allowed to question orders, she thought, but her grip tightened anyway.
"Ready when you are."
Virginia climbed to her feet. Sand fell is sheets from her armour, like water dripping from a surfacing submarine. She frowned at how much was jammed in the corners and grooves of her visor already; cleaning all the sand from the armour would take forever.
She sighed, gathered her breath and the Spartan Laser, and strode towards the building. Heat-distortion rose from the perfect circular hole in the wall, making Minnesota appear like a shimmering mirage from the other side.
Even through her suit’s heat-dampening tech, she felt a surge of heat on the undersides of her legs as she stepped over.
“Is the cargo intact?” She asked, wrinkling her nose at the mangled, burnt corpse beside her. “We might be able to steal their Warthog to get back to the Pelican with it…” Minnie was crouched beside the case, and it seemed far enough away from her blast hole to be safe from sustaining damage.
“So long as I didn’t melt the keys…” Virginia added with a light laugh.
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Minnesota's ears were ringing.
She blinked rapidly to clear the light from her eyes. She felt like she'd skipped a few seconds. First the shack was intact, and now, there was a massive hole in the wall, its circumference still glowing red hot.
The smell alone was confirmation.
"Kill is...Kill is confirmed, Virginia."
She lowered her hand from her helmet, and stayed in that position for a while, kneeling in the sand and staring straight ahead.
A drop of sweat stung her wide-open eye, and Minnesota was startled back into focus. She rose with only a little trouble from her side. The pills were excellent at numbing the pain, but the discomfort was still there, the nausea-inducing feeling of muscles interacting in the wrong ways. She ran a hand over the injury. It could be addressed later.
The man had only been in partial range of the laser. Minnie swallowed hard, trying to force her stomach to calm. He laid bisected against the wall, the melted hunk of metal that used to be his gun trapping his leg to the floor.
The cargo, thankfully, had been in the far corner. She crouched beside the case, brushing sand from its surface, and waited for Virginia to reach the scene. She wouldn't even need to use the door--it almost made Minnesota want to laugh.
Virginia cursed as gunfire burst through the wall of the shed, tensing instinctively. She raised her SMG, but the shack was well and truly out of range - she would be as likely to hit her friend as her enemy if she fired. The woman squirmed beneath her, moaning as Virginia’s tensing pushed ever more pressure on her arm.
Options raced through Virginia’s mind, plans defensive and offensive alike whirled by as she struggled to make the split second decision with such limited information as to the contents of the building.
She fired loose shots at the shack as Minnie stumbled away, trying to draw the fire of those inside away from her teammate. The silver shine of Minnie’s armour disappeared amidst the sand, bullets chasing her through the hazy heat.
Sweat licked Virginia’s hair, slicking it to the sides of her face and curling it against the corner of her eye so she had to squint to keep her vision clear. She could move to Minnie - her hardlight shield would allow her to defend her teammate if she was injured by the attack; or she could retreat, fetching her heavy weapon to deal a more powerful blow against their enemies.
Minnie’s voice issued through her speakers, loud and clear. Her voice was uncomfortable, but not gritted with pain of pressing injury, at least as far as Virginia could tell. She made her choice. “I’m on it.”
Raising her boot from the woman’s wrist, she drove it down in the side of her head. The woman stopped moving, and Virginia turned back to the dune. As she passed the other man, still groaning beside a loaded rifle on the ground, she fired a single round. He too, ceased movement, securing her retreat of risk.
The large sage-painted device was just as she had left it; without her gloves she wouldn’t have been able to hold the weapon for the heat that would not readiate from its metallic surface under the baking sun, but she heaved it from the case, sliding it into its extended form.
Virginia took her time to line the shot, stabilising her crouched position and assuring the weapon was firmly mounted against her shoulder before flipping open the small monitor to aim.
The heat scrambled any chance the automated aiming had. With a frustrated growl, Virginia slammed it shut, grabbing the weapon’s handles firmly for a manual aim.
She held her breath, watching the flickering targetting light for a few seconds as the weapon’s dull hum turned to a roar.
The barrel glowed, a pulsing powerful red like a tiny sun in the corner of her vision, and then the force ripped forward. The recoil pulled Virginia back, ripping her to the ground even with her stabilised position and braced muscles. Smoke poured from several orifices of the weapon as she clambered to her feet and admired the large circular hole that glowed in the side of the shed.
She pressed her hand to the side of her helmet, “I can’t confirm the kill from my position, can you see the target?”
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agentvt said:((it sounds like an army of bears holy shit that is one badass war cry))
((ah dude now i'm just picturing minnie with a fucking BEAR ARMY))
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The barrel of a gun poked out of the door. The sight acted on Minnesota like a jolt of electricity, and she rolled diagonally, just enough to get out of the weapon's sight and get her back to the shack's wall. The enemy took a step. As soon as his foot hit the sand, Minnie had pulled out her pistol and shot him in the throat.
The other thug had, wisely, retreated back into the shack. Minnesota took quick, deep breaths, putting some oxygen back into her burning muscles. She scanned the desert and saw Virginia's armor, reddened at the boot and standing over the woman. Her shoulders dropped, releasing tension she didn't know was there.
Then, machine gun rounds burst through the wall.
Minnesota tried to move, but her shields, already blunted by enemy fire, gave out before she could get out of range. The man inside was spraying bullets anywhere he could. When Minnesota let out a grunt of pain, he focused his fire.
She managed to limp away, clutching her side and biting her tongue to keep quiet, and slumped down in the sand a few yards ahead. There were bullets embedded in her body suit, and dents in the outer armor. Nothing had pierced the skin, but the blunt force might have cracked a rib.
She scrabbled with shaky fingers for a small compartment in her thigh plating. Careful to be quiet, she ripped off the helmet and downed two of the pain pills she kept there.
This was a bad idea.
The heat was suddenly suffocating. Minnesota fervently sealed the helmet again, but the internal temperature was ruined. The sheen of sweat on her face condensed. Each breath was like inhaling warm cotton.
Instead of trying to yell, she radioed Virginia. "There's still a guy in there."
Virginia jumped at Minnesota’s rather unorthodox plan; completely taken aback by the wild, gutteral sound she emanated - like the roar of a mechanical beast, the hunter queen of the desert, she burst forth from the sand in a lethal onslaught of gunfire.
If there was one word Virginia could think of to describe that moment; it was gutsy.
She took but a moment to regain her focus and follow in Minnesota’s footsteps. In a slightly less conspicuous manner, Virginia swung around the edge of the dune, breaking into a sprint and slide as quickly as she could to close the gap.
Sand sprayed up before her as she slid forward on one knee, but through the veil of grit she leveled her SMG and fired a clean burst. Her bullets tore into the arm, shoulder and neck of the man, toppling him to the ground as though he had been clotheslined in his forward charge.
He spluttered, still alive, on the ground, but made no visible move for his weapon again.
His partner, however, was not so completely subdued. Screaming curses at Virginia, she crawled hastily through the sand on her mangled leg, grappling her rifle from the ground.
But Virginia closed the gap to her too quickly. Stomping down on her hand; she fired two shots into her upper arm, puncturing the biceps like a blood-filled balloon.
Her pained scream was drowned out as her hand tensed, firing off the remainder of the gun’s magazine uselessly into the distance as Virginia’s boot kept it fixed in place.
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alright so first of all I apologize
in this post minnesota needs to startle some enemies and she was using her voice distorter as a scare tactic, so i wanted to see how a pitched-down battle cry like that would sound and
i take full responsibility for this monstrosity
#this is absolutely horrifying ok#ooc#it's a long clip so it sounds like i slowed it but i just pitched it down
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Buzzcut Season - Lorde, Pure Heroine
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There was a cheery jingle from her bedside table, and the sudden glow of the data pad lit her quarters.
The blue-white light was visible even behind closed eyelids. Minnesota blinked. She ran a hand through her hair, and reached for the data pad. There was a new message from command. Her insides went cold--a reaction on autopilot, one she could never control.
She took a breath.
[Agent Illinois has been decommissioned. His call sign will be available for reassignment.]
Minnesota read the message four times over, and set the pad gently back on the table. She squeezed her eyes shut, hard, and rolled back into bed, staying there until two hours after the lights in her quarters brightened. She'd always preferred to be woken by light.
The shock was over quickly, but the grief stayed with her for days, weighing her down like a chunk of ice. There wasn't much to do other than let it pass.
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Minnie squeezed her eyes shut, and urged her brain to full speed.
The enemies were running at the dune. If they were smart, they would wait for her and Virginia to appear first, and it would be a standoff. She muttered commands quietly into her armor's computer. Her voice distorter dropped even lower in pitch.
The only way they could have the element of surprise--
"AAAARRGGHH!"
Minnie dropped the rifle in the sand, aimed her pistol, and leaped from her cover in the space of two seconds. The yell sounded bizarre from the distortion, almost like a snarl, and it stunned the enemies just long enough for her to shoot the woman in the thigh and torso.
She ducked out of the man's line of sight. It took some self control, but she knew that Virginia could handle one thug, and she started to sprint for the shack. The door was opening--if she wasn't fast, their targets would get away on the dusty Warthog.
Virginia rushed along behind Minnesota, struggling to keep pace through the shifting slanted sand and with the weight of her weapons pulling her off balance with each jostling step. Sand sprayed down the side of the dune as they moved, luckily only on the side their enemies could not see.
She slid into place behind Minnesota, struggling to keep her breathing rhythmic and regulated. She tossed down the spartan laser case once more and unclipped it before grabbing her rifle.
She gently eased the case fully open, careful not to be too loud or distracting as her comrade watched around the edge of the dune. The way she saw it, that Warthog was going to be somebody’s escape from this desert. If it wasn’t going to be theirs, her laser would ensure it wasn’t anybody else’s.
Minnesota swung her rifle up and fired; the single shot roared across the open space, the initial moment was muffled by automated hearing protection in her helmet, but the echo held devastating power as Virginia pictured a high calibre round penetrating a man’s skull. She’d seen it enough times for the image to come against her wish, but she numbed herself to it.
Instead, she strode a few steps up the dune, punching her rifle’s barrel through the tip of the ridge while letting her scope see over the edge. Sand cascaded down from her footing, likely disturbing Minnie’s concentration, but Virginia steadied herself long enough to get off a shot.
Fitting her eye to the scope, she spied the patch of stark red and the shadow of the fallen man immediately. She scanned quickly down the path, drawing her aim to those that ran closer to their position.
She squeezed the trigger. The recoil blew a cloud of sand out as her gun rocketed up and sprayed it into the air. It settled in her visor, getting into grooves and the base and disturbing her vision irritatingly. The sand beneath her feet shifted again and she slid back to the relatively solid ground, but not before getting a glance at where her shot had landed.
She hit nothing but sand. Close, but no hit, she’d probably managed to spook one of their enemies, but that wasn’t much help.
She dropped her rifle in favour for her SMG, and glanced at Minnie, looking to her for their next call.
#freelancer-virginia#((screaming at enemies is a legitimate strategy!!! says minnie. don't make fun of me!!!!))
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((so many new people i haven't followed look at this lil rp group all big and grown up now))
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Camping in the woods
Minnesota knelt in the mud. Her armor was insulated against the cold, but occasional drops of rain slid in through the tiny cracks in her visor, and her breath fogged the the glass. She ran a finger beside a set of tracks, making a little line in the dirt, and stood.
South was a few feet behind her, scraping muck from her boots with a stick. “What’s the situation, Minnie? Can we get out of here yet? This fucking mud is going to be in my armor for weeks.”
"The tracks are old." Minnie flicked the mud from her hand. "It’ll be a while before we catch up. We might as well set up camp."
The setting sun was still bright, even through the storm clouds, and it painted stripes of light across the forest floor. South stared at the horizon and gave her classic pissed off sigh. Minnesota smiled a little—on strange planets where the darkness came quickly and the rain lasted for days, she could rely on South to be the same.
She tossed South one of her bags. “Tent’s in there. Get to work.”
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"Okay, we'll head down." Minnesota jogged down the slope as steadily as possible, half-crouched with her rifle at the ready. She hugged the side of the dune, and peered around its edge as the Warthog slid to a stop at the shack.
Her armor was a white fleck among miles of bright beige sand, and she figured she could take the risk. The sun was behind them, anyway, and the enemy couldn't look in their direction without getting blinded. She wished that she'd done that on purpose.
The rifle, however, might be a little easier to spot; she kept it behind the dune until she was sure exactly who she was facing.
A woman and two men left the Warthog after a couple of minutes. They all had weapons at the ready--no trust among criminals.
Minnesota waited, ignoring the sweat beading on her forehead, and time slowed.
She raised the rifle, and shot one of the men in the back of the head. Both of his comrades turned, shocked. His blood made a distinct red mark on the uniform terrain.
There was muffled conversation, and the two began to run for the dune.
"Who decides to make a tradeoff way out in a fucking desert?" Virginia muttered as they set up. It was tough not to collapse into the sand beneath the exhausting heat; instead crawling into a firm, supported position where her rifle would be steadied.
She kept the large sage case right next to her, a small measure of increased security should things go South. Idly, as she shifted her rifle through the sand into the right position, she flicked the clasps on the case free.
Minnesota looked up from her rifle before Virginia has even placed her eye to her scope. Really? she thought as Minnesota stood up. I just got into position.
She would have to cut the sluggish movements out; heat or no heat, they were on a job, and they needed to perform at their peak.
Virginia scrambled to her feet, kicking the clasps back down on the case and sliding her rifle back into her holster. She pointed down the side of the ridge, where a sheer-faced dune provided decent cover from being spotted. “We could use that as our approach.” She said, “It’ll get us nice and close before we risk being revealed. Might provide a bit of cover if we get into open combat too.”
Sweat was trickling irritating down her forehead. It curled around her eyebrow, dripping on her cheek and sliding towards the side of her eye with stinging saltiness. She resisted the urge to pull off her helmet, tensing her fingers tightly around the handle of her SMG to dispel the tactile urge, or at least distract it.
Why couldn’t it have been snow?
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Minnie's lips went thin at Virginia's snort. She wasn't angry, just a little miffed, like the emotional equivalent of a papercut.
The voice distorter was still cool.
Eyeing the dropped laser, she turned to Virginia. "I think that if we go up to that ridge, we should get a good angle on the scene. Assuming our orders are right, the cargo will be there in a few minutes."
Though to be fair, the echo of her own voice layered over the voice projected from her armor was a little confusing.
The thought of waiting even longer in a sand-filled wasteland was a little more than unpleasant. Hell, she'd already been trudging calf-deep through the stuff for what felt like hours. A few more minutes wouldn't kill her. Minnesota glanced at the temperature gauge in her HUD. 26 degrees, internal--37 external.
Walking uphill in the sand was worse. She couldn't trust her steps, and had to tense every time she felt the ground shift under her boots, but they made it to the spot in good time.
Minnesota dropped to her knees, and pulled the sniper rifle off of her back. With an instructor's precision she got on her belly and set the rifle in the sand. The scope's thermal imaging was the slightest bit distorted, but she could still make out a couple of white shapes rummaging around in the shack.
"Hm," she said. "I'm afraid you won't need to use that laser."
She took aim.
Before she could squeeze the trigger, a distant rumble shattered her focus. Minnesota looked up from her scope to see a Warthog, trailing clouds of dust and approaching fast.
Shit--that was probably the client. She got to her feet. "Maybe we will need to make this a clean sweep."
Virginia almost walked right into Minnesota’s back when she abruptly stopped. She’s spent the entire walk - god it felt like they’d been walking for a month in this heat - simply concentrating on each step. Just keep walking. One foot, then the other. She told herself. Forget the heat and just keep moving.
She dropped the spartan lazer case in order to regain her balance without bumping into Minnie in a rather unprofessional manner. It hit the sand with a soft sound and sunk halfway into it.
Virginia squinted through the heat-haze, struggling to make anything out in the distance. How do you know we’re nearly there? She wondered, but kept the question to herself. She swung her rifle up to her visor as Minnesota muttered commands for her suit, using the scope to identify their target through the distorting heat.
A smirk couldn’t be helped as Minnesota spoke through her classic voice distorter, nor could a snort of laughter. “What, are we robbing a bank?” She joked through restrained laughter. She calmed herself a moment, stifling the laughter quickly before putting on gravelly voice of her own.
"Lock and load boys, we’re taking that vault."
For a moment, she forgot her joking grin wasn’t visible through her visor, and wondered if she’d laid on the sarcasm a little thickly. She cleared her throat, “No, seriously, it works great. Where do you want to set up?”
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Minnesota stretched her fingers. The weight of the armor on her digits was more familiar now than not--whenever she was in casual clothing, she felt feather-light.
Two steps from the door to the training arena, she paused. She took a couple of measured breaths. Past aches returned to her arms and legs. The close combat training sessions weren't exactly her area of expertise, and FILSS, despite her kindergarten-teacher voice, did not go easy on any of her soldiers.
She pushed through the door, expecting to see light targets appear, and waiting for FILSS' greeting--Welcome, Agent Minnesota--to echo through the speakers. It never did.
A distant figure was already hard at work. "Excuse me," she called. "I've had this time reserved."
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