Cole Baker
"Crackshot"
Species Human
Partner Callah
Rank One-Star Meister, R.I.P.
Location Sydney, Australia, in front of the Opera House
Mission Investigations in Australia
Status Focused
Partner Callah
Rank One-Star Meister, R.I.P.
Location Sydney, Australia, in front of the Opera House
Mission Investigations in Australia
Status Focused
Their first actual mission in the Rapid Improvement Program. This was more than just a test of the waters. This was no dainty toe-tipping to feel a chill; this was a complete submersion into a new environment and a new atmosphere. When he told Callah just days ago this was a new chapter in their lives, this was precisely what he meant. Despite that, and despite all of his forethought, even Cole did not anticipate what it would actually feel like to be out in the field. What it would feel like to be on a mission of the caliber they were put on a private jet and flown out. There was pressure to it, admittedly excitement, and a type of indescribable anxious energy that felt neither good nor bad or maybe both. A feeling that perhaps even Callah might not be able to decipher if she read his soul through his hand.
It was not just the gravity of the mission, however. There were other factors that bore down on Cole. His fellow Meisters were Luka and Dai and each presented their own array of issues. Dai was hot-headed, tended not to think before acting, and while Dai's combat prowess probably surpassed Cole's own even factoring in resonance, combat alone did not make for mission success. Luka likewise had the tendency to not always think before acting. She was young. Seemingly immature. Unlike both Dai and Cole, she had next-to-no actual experience in the heat of the moment. Cole himself was normally analytical, he thought out his actions and weighed his options. With these two, that likely wouldn't be an option. While it would be possible to convince them to be cautious, it was just as likely that situations would arise where such communication wouldn't be possible and thus he would be forced to approach a situation reacting to both outside forces and his partners' actions.
A part of Cole questioned the decision for Lord Death to send Luka of all the possibilities with them. Luka might have been highly capable, but she was just thirteen and this was an international mission involving an entirely different branch of the DWMA. With Dai, at least, there was experience. Everywhere in the world, there were short-tempered souls with gritty personalities, and from what Cole knew about Australia, some of these folks might not care what superlatives Dai called them. His duty, however, was not to question the Shinigami, but to act out his will. Perhaps this mission was to provide Luka that experience she needed or perhaps he knew Dai and his prowess would be necessary. The logic behind it didn't matter, the decision was made and it certainly wasn't his place to question it. In the grand scheme of things, especially for an immortal like Lord Death, the three of them had but grains of sand between them in terms of their differences in experience.
These thoughts consumed him during the flight, too. Lord Death gave Cole the mirror explicitly. Cole, the overthinker, even questioned this. Was this simply due to his nature as a scout and sniper making it less likely to be broken or was it an indirect way of making him a leader? Lord Death never explicitly stated, but the logic there was strong. Cole wanted so desperately during their flight to review over contingencies and combat coordination, but he avoided most of this. On their plane ride, Cole opted not to assert himself as any type of leader. While Luka might have followed suit, he expected Dai to be resistant to it and in turn that resistance might sour any cooperation from Luka later. Instead, he thought his best course of action would be to try to provide instruction if the time and situation called for it in the heat of the moment. He knew Dai well enough to believe that if he had a sound piece of advice when the time was right, he might listen. Dai was hot-headed, but he wasn't downright stupid. That same logic applied to Luka. More so, he knew Luka had Aiden and his experience with Aiden--outside of those interactions due to Callah--was that Aiden was in fact more cautious and preferred the defense. In fact, that's all he did. Cole hoped that avoiding a pissing contest to sour their team structure would make it stronger when and if the time came.
That didn't mean he was completely passive, however. During the plane ride, Cole at the very least asked a few questions to get a general sense of his partners. Cole had the best Soul Perception, Luka the least trained, and Dai was capable as much as any Meister. Luka had trained with her weapons, but had far from mastered either, and using their individual skills in succession seemed also off the table. Dai, however, was a natural and his combat style was much less complex. Cole made the suggestion that if combat did come up, their best bet would be a linear fighting style. Cole in the back for obvious reasons with Dai taking lead and Luka filling in where she could, using both her offense and defense. Dai having better Soul Perception and instincts in general made him a great front line option despite the lack of a defense, and Luka in the middle could make up for that by applying defense to either Dai or Cole if flanked. In this way, he didn't restrict anyone, the guidelines weren't harsh, no orders were barked, and they at least wouldn't walk in blind. How well they stuck to that idea would ultimately be up to the others.
Then there was Callah. Oh, Callah. Cole was sure she felt his nervous energy. She seemed concerned and wanted to reassure him and Cole couldn't lie to her, but he rationalized his feelings as natural. Not something to cause a problem, but something to work through and use as a tool for success. A sound mind was important to his training and letting anxiety get the best of him would only compromise things. The years he spent dampening the voices worked well to dampen that unsure voice in his heart, even if it was his own.
Thus, they stood in front of the Opera House and to say it had seen better days was an understatement. Cole let out an audible sigh, then said aloud, "wait." He didn't want to enter. Not yet. He focused his Soul Perception in and into the field in front of him, scanning as much of the Opera House as he could to see if there was any activity or signatures that could be relevant. "I believe we should do our best to keep our Perception active, even if we meet an ally. Lord Death seemed almost distrustful of this place." He then pulled out the mirror provided by Lord Death and looked down to it. "He also said to contact him as soon as we arrived, and here we are. He didn't say if he meant once we had entered and talked to someone or quite literally as soon we arrived. I would err on the side of caution and do so now. If he intended to send Death Scythes and a Three Star, then I don't believe he would be too peeved if we ended up calling him more than he anticipated, but we are a team. What are your thoughts?" he asked them. He didn't want to seem authoritative, so he planned this out specifically. A suggestion of caution with their Perception followed by requesting their opinions. It may backfire in regards to making that call, but planting the seeds of teamwork now would hopefully make it easier to cultivate later.
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