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Null-Fleet The admiral didn't exactly answer his question, but the dismissive you don't have a choice grin spoke volume enough. Cirillo sighed and put digital ink to paper. Kind of pointless dying here now when I could just die trying to escape later, though no reason to do that if this doesn't...

Null-Fleet The you no longer exist and other threatening words bothered Cirillo a bit as well, though the "while you're in these walls" part gave him at least some assurance that they might not be trapped here forever. He idly tapped the pen against the side of the data pad as his eyes glossed...

Big Fox Medbay Cirillo was about to respond to Kyet when the latest authority figure entered the room. The man's camouflaged details of the ship simply floated into his ears and filed themselves in with the rest of the day's puzzle pieces waiting to be put together. He quietly hopped off the...

??? Cirillo's heart sank a bit as they described Leo's injury, but let out a sigh of relief that he'd be woken up before too long. Hopefully he'll eventually be back to his old self, he thought before an interruption of warm air brushed his ear. He jumped a little, then sat in a bit of a dazed...

??? Cirillo was rather taken aback by the warm blanket falling over him and the sudden verticality. He was quickly made aware all eyes were upon him as he scanned the room. Not wanting to cause a scene, he quickly wiped his eyes and looked away. "T-thank you," he stumbled with a sniffle to...

Somewhere? A gentle breeze floated past Cirillo as he stood on a sunny hill colored bright green with wild grass. He tucked a lock of hair behind his ear, gazing up at the puffy clouds in the sky that idly drifted by. Time seemed to stand still in that blissful moment. "Cirillo!" he heard in...

Cirillo secured Hana's battered forearm by binding one of his sheathed knives with some cloth against the outside of his arm to provide a bit of protection. Hmm, not really the best, but I don't see anything else... He was about to ask their Kil'nda to unscrew the barrel of his gun when a piece...

Cirillo let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding and let his shoulders relax as everyone stood down. He watched the newcomers tend to their injured friend, partly out of curiosity, but mostly relieved to see someone he didn't mean to hurt get treatment. He barely noticed the medkit...

It was as if Cirillo's own grenade blew back on his own team. The roar of the explosion was matched with the swiftest non-lethal takedown he'd ever seen. He managed to avoid getting directly hit himself, but he tripped backwards in the chaos. After a brief moment of confusion, he kicked himself...

Cirillo never broke eye contact as the life faded from the woman's eyes. He squeezed her hand until the very end, unable to let himself look away from the cruel end of what should have been a long life. He vaguely registered the grenade bouncing on the ground next to him, and how his actions may...

Cirillo's heart skipped a beat as the unearthly scream washed over them. His emotions were conflicted: on one hand, something horrific just happened. On the other, it sounded so out of the ordinary, almost fake, as if they were in a brutal video game or watching a gore-filled movie. He took a...

If this is still up and running, I'll pop in Cirillo! He could use more art other than his joke casual one :D Wiki page Most recent post Division 5 Standard Uniform Cirillo is a very serious boy who doesn't know how to relax, so a serious, at attention pose makes the most sense If this is...

Squad 2 Silence gave way in the desert as the wall of heat from the explosion faded and the rocks settled into a new makeshift grave. Now that they were given a quick moment of respite, Cirillo glanced around for a medpack. Relief washed over him as he saw the kit in the female Daur's hand, but...

Roughing It on the Desert Floor Cirillo's face scrunched in pain as the reverberations of the screeching weapon reached his ears. He quickly cupped his ears in a vain attempt to block out the noise, but anything would help even if it only bought a couple extra seconds. As the noise died down...

On the Desert Floor Cirillo woke up to the taste of sand and blood in his mouth as he laid on the cool desert floor. He creaked his eyes open, but his vision was too blurred to make out much apart from a broken helmet split cleanly in two and the remains of a deployed parachute. I need to pull...