So You're The One [Blake/Invite/Staff?]

[Blake Oleander]

"My name is Blake Oleander."

He'd say as he reached for the door, opening it and glancing back at the woman to see if she insisted on following him still. He'd pause to let her in first if she was. But he wouldn't like it.

[Bailey Oleander]

"It's nice to meet you, Blake." Her lips lifted into a small smile as he gave his name, one that she recognized as her squad leader. Which was not what she expected. She considered him more carefully as she continue to walk with him. Once clear of the opened door, she'd turn to face him more.

"Well, I guess that makes us squadmates, then. I'm Bailey Blake." A Bailey who was watching him carefully to see how he would react to what she said.

[Blake Oleander]

He'd sigh at that and turn to go back outside, holding the door open once again. Waste of time, she should have said that earlier than instead of stalking him. Whatever, they'd sort it out.

"Then we need to fight. Come on."

He motioned with his head to follow him. His tone didn't paint it as a suggestion.

[Bailey Oleander]

"What?" How in the world did he get to that thought? Bailey blinks and stared at him as though she'd been told she'd grown a second head. She'd swear he was fine a moment ago; and now they were headed back outside. To fight. She kept the bubble of nervous laughter inside this time, at least.

[Blake Oleander]

"I didn't stutter."

[Bailey Oleander]

It was true enough. Bailey opted to pick her words with more care.

"No, why?" This was going to end badly. Her gut tightened at the thought.

[Blake Oleander]

He closed his eyes and let out another exhale. Already getting annoyed by this.

"Because if I'm going to trust my life to you I need to gauge what you can do. I assume you want to know that I can watch your back as well."

Because they would be in dangerous situations. They would be in conflict, and if was unable to count on her he wanted to know that going in.

[Bailey Oleander]

Correction: this was going to go splendidly. Bailey coudln't argue with the logic behind it, however. If they were going to be assigned together, they needed to know what they were each capable of. She'd been assigned a partner, and couldn't let him do everything.

Instead, she found herself walking outside again. She took a deep breathe, slowly exhaling and mentally cringing. Despite her dread, she continue to put one foot in front of the other.

[Blake Oleander]

He seemed satisfied that she was now following him and would begin to lead her to one of the training areas.

"What weapons do you use?"

[Bailey Oleander]

"I don't." She continued to follow, already tense.

"I'm...not exactly a fighter."

[Blake Oleander]

"Okay..."

That wasn't a good sign. He knew that she was still a trainee, but he didn't expect to be working with such a blank slate. That was a problem. The girl was going to get herself killed.

"What do you want to use?"

[Bailey Oleander]

'Nothing.' The word came to mind before Blake could finish the question. Already she was shaking her head, lips pursed with and already more than ready to object. She lifted a hand to adjusted her glasses. This was the exact opposite of what she wanted to be doing, though he had a good point. The knot in her stomach tightened further as she shifted back on her heels.

"I don't know." She all but laughed at the idea of using a sword. She stayed back from the front lines; others fought and she provided them support how she could. She designed what her people used in their daily lives back home.

"I'm not someone who gets up and personal." She could all but feel the beads of sweat forming on her forehead as she shifted again and looked away with a quiet huff. This is the exact opposite of what she did.

"Something with range? I guess?" She looked back at him with the decision, half expecting him to tell her no.

[Blake Oleander]

"So a bow?"

Not like guns worked anymore. Or really, his whole life.

"What will you do when the enemy gets up close to you anyways?"

[Bailey Oleander]

"Yes." Ideally, she'd prefer not to use it, but there were always loopholes and exceptions. She pursed her lips at his question, wanting strongly to say she wouldn't, but it was possible. If something happened to break that distance, she'd be left struggling.

"I don't know. Any weapon I would need to use still has the potential to be taken from me, as well."

[Blake Oleander]

"That's why you train with it..."

Was she stupid? He was given a stupid person to watch his back, wasn't he.