Relaxing isn't something Carolina is good at but the energy of victory has her willing to try and loosen up a little. And the effort lasts right up until she gets her first taste of maple mead. She takes one sip and stares at it for a moment like maybe someone is playing a prank on her. But looking at the natives drinking it happily she realizes that this is supposed to be a reward. She makes another attempt at drinking it before she gives up entirely and passes it off to the nearest drunk who seems like they want to poison themselves with enthusiasm.
"I'll pass on poisoning myself, thanks." She says if anyone asks why she isn't joining, lips quirked as someone brings out another cask of the maple flavored jet fuel. "Someone needs to stay sober." Just in case.
[ B. Barrayaran Camp - Training ]
Keeping busy is the best way to avoid thoughts of home. Or as close to a home as she'd come to having since leaving Project Freelancer. Carolina is a soldier through and through and she refuses to be unprepared just because she's in yet another war she didn't sign up for. She was trained on the best weapons the UNSC had to offer. Unfortunately this isn't the UNSC and she never bothered with serious sword combat because that was never her focus. She's working on remedying that.
She's got a sword from the quartermaster and she's working her way through a series of moves adapted from her shock-baton training. The day is cold enough to make most people want to bundle up but she's been at this for a while and her thick woolen coat has been abandoned on a nearby bench. She's worked up a decent sweat as she keeps up the exercise, her bright red hair plastered to her forehead. The only reason she finally stops is because when she goes through one more repetition the blade of her sword gets caught in the body of the practice dummy she's been brutalizing. Once she frees it from the wood she walks over to the bench and starts pulling on the greatcoat again. To whoever is nearby for whatever reason she nods.
"I'd kill for a decent gun," She says as she sheathes the blade. She pauses for a moment as she looks at the uniforms the Barrayaran soldiers are wearing and adds for good measure, "Or proper combat armor."
[C. PVP ]
Fighting. Fighting is something Carolina is good at. Once she gets up close it's easier to make blades an effective weapon against the enemy ranks with their much more advanced guns. In fact she's been doing some decent damage to the Cetagandan forces they're fighting against. She throws one of the enemy combatants and turns, sword drawn on the next nearest person who... definitely doesn't look like a ceta. She pauses in the attack and stares the other person down.
"I'll give you one chance to walk away. This isn't your fight." Not that it was hers either, but she didn't relish hurting another person dragged into this unwillingly.
[ D. Wildcard ]
Carolina can be found around the Barrayaran Camp and Riverfall Village going about her business. She frequents the training grounds and can sometimes be seen clashing with some of the officers in the native forces who think that a woman shouldn't be fighting so much. She'll even offer to help others who want to train in combat, though she won't always be the nicest about it.
Agent Carolina | Red vs. Blue
Relaxing isn't something Carolina is good at but the energy of victory has her willing to try and loosen up a little. And the effort lasts right up until she gets her first taste of maple mead. She takes one sip and stares at it for a moment like maybe someone is playing a prank on her. But looking at the natives drinking it happily she realizes that this is supposed to be a reward. She makes another attempt at drinking it before she gives up entirely and passes it off to the nearest drunk who seems like they want to poison themselves with enthusiasm.
"I'll pass on poisoning myself, thanks." She says if anyone asks why she isn't joining, lips quirked as someone brings out another cask of the maple flavored jet fuel. "Someone needs to stay sober." Just in case.
[ B. Barrayaran Camp - Training ]
Keeping busy is the best way to avoid thoughts of home. Or as close to a home as she'd come to having since leaving Project Freelancer. Carolina is a soldier through and through and she refuses to be unprepared just because she's in yet another war she didn't sign up for. She was trained on the best weapons the UNSC had to offer. Unfortunately this isn't the UNSC and she never bothered with serious sword combat because that was never her focus. She's working on remedying that.
She's got a sword from the quartermaster and she's working her way through a series of moves adapted from her shock-baton training. The day is cold enough to make most people want to bundle up but she's been at this for a while and her thick woolen coat has been abandoned on a nearby bench. She's worked up a decent sweat as she keeps up the exercise, her bright red hair plastered to her forehead. The only reason she finally stops is because when she goes through one more repetition the blade of her sword gets caught in the body of the practice dummy she's been brutalizing. Once she frees it from the wood she walks over to the bench and starts pulling on the greatcoat again. To whoever is nearby for whatever reason she nods.
"I'd kill for a decent gun," She says as she sheathes the blade. She pauses for a moment as she looks at the uniforms the Barrayaran soldiers are wearing and adds for good measure, "Or proper combat armor."
[C. PVP ]
Fighting. Fighting is something Carolina is good at. Once she gets up close it's easier to make blades an effective weapon against the enemy ranks with their much more advanced guns. In fact she's been doing some decent damage to the Cetagandan forces they're fighting against. She throws one of the enemy combatants and turns, sword drawn on the next nearest person who... definitely doesn't look like a ceta. She pauses in the attack and stares the other person down.
"I'll give you one chance to walk away. This isn't your fight." Not that it was hers either, but she didn't relish hurting another person dragged into this unwillingly.
[ D. Wildcard ]
Carolina can be found around the Barrayaran Camp and Riverfall Village going about her business. She frequents the training grounds and can sometimes be seen clashing with some of the officers in the native forces who think that a woman shouldn't be fighting so much. She'll even offer to help others who want to train in combat, though she won't always be the nicest about it.