That you're not the most ideal candidate for joing a military organisation.
And...?
(He's not going to like this, is he?)
"We all fail. We all make mistakes. That is what makes us human."Outside > Main Room
Suddenly a dimensional portal appeared outside the room. A tall blonde man about the age of 25 appeared. He had blue eyes and a fair complexion, he blinked. Unsure of where he is he looked around. He closed his fists. Preparing for anyone to attack him, he slowly opened the door to the main room, a serious and alert expresion on his face, he definitely looked ready for a fight even without a weapon.
-A thick-bladed sword, as long as its wielder was tall, was pointed towards him, on the other end a white-gray haired woman in gunmetal plate armour holding it-
And just who are you, interloper?
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Behind the first woman sat another, taller and more built, like a brick wall of muscle, all clad in similar, but absurdly bulkier, armour. In front of her sat a sword even longer than the first woman's, making the other's weapon look like it would be suitable for carving a roast rather than a man, but its most prominent feature were the teeth and engine that sat on the cutting edge and base of the sword, betraying a sinister, mechanical angle to the weapon contrasting with the warning stripes painted along the blade's side.
She looked up and regarded the newcomer with a curious, devious, sort of interest.
[forum cryptid: it/it's]Temperance did the exact opposite, picking up her chainsword and standing up to her full height, easily an entire foot taller than the other.
'"You're kidding me, right?" she said in a coarse, husky voice that suggested that the local cigarette company could make their entire year's revenue on her patronage alone.
[forum cryptid: it/it's]... He is unarmed and helpless. Do as he says.
-She flips her sword downwards, resting its tip on the floor, hand on the hilt-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Main Room
The man glared at Temparance. Waves of air seemed to surround his right palm.
"Very well. Bring i- Suddenly a loud noise was coming from outside. The newcomer turned his head when a freaking truck came crashing through the walls. Luckily having already prepared for an attack extends his arm forward in the form of a jab releasing the coalescing wind towards the truck pushing it wayyy back and basically cutting its exterior apart.
The blonde looked at the truck. Amazed.

"No, please, go on."
"...O-oh...she...she hurt people."