Nov. 16th, 2012
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mjolnir_retriever[OOM: There's a new arrival in Puente Antiguo. A very tough and very, very destructive new arrival.
Desperate times call for desperate measures.]
Desperate times call for desperate measures.]
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Nov. 16th, 2012 08:07 amhecu_marineThey made it back last night, from Shephard's point of view. Made it back with most of them alive and present and accounted for. Freeman's still missing. Calhoun's still missing. Mason's still missing. God help him, that's the one Shephard's most concerned about, and not just because the other two are about six times tougher than he is. Man's not a Marine proper but he's been training under Shephard a long damn time now. That counts for something.
But he put that aside last night and he went through with his debriefing and then some. Spent a whole lot of time going over absolutely everything he remembered, saw, did- everything. Got the nasty news of just how long he and the others'd been gone. Started trying to write a note to Eleanor.
It's gonna be a while before he can bring himself to finish that.
Anyway, after all that was done he lay down to get some sleep, not that there was much of that to be found. He's in the Bar now instead, with a cup of coffee and a troll-alchemized writing tablet, and he's paying no attention to his (entirely silver) right hand as it scribbles line after line after line out on the tablet without him. Left hand's good enough for coffee, in his book.
It's been a long day.
But he put that aside last night and he went through with his debriefing and then some. Spent a whole lot of time going over absolutely everything he remembered, saw, did- everything. Got the nasty news of just how long he and the others'd been gone. Started trying to write a note to Eleanor.
It's gonna be a while before he can bring himself to finish that.
Anyway, after all that was done he lay down to get some sleep, not that there was much of that to be found. He's in the Bar now instead, with a cup of coffee and a troll-alchemized writing tablet, and he's paying no attention to his (entirely silver) right hand as it scribbles line after line after line out on the tablet without him. Left hand's good enough for coffee, in his book.
It's been a long day.
Andrea Nash - First Enterance
Nov. 16th, 2012 08:17 ammasterofgunfu[OOM: A History in three parts: Childhood, Adolesence, Adulthood.
Warnings for violence (in all three), suggested child abuse (in the first) and cannibalism (in the third)]
A short woman in a nice, professional, white blouse and tan khaki slacks walks in with a clipboard in her left hand and a towel draped over her right shoulder. She freezes and rests a hand on the SIG Sauer on her right hip when she realizes she isn't where she expected to be. She scents the air to test if this is an illusion, but all seems real, unless the illusionist thought to include odors. Then again, the Magic wasn't expected to be up for another few hours.
"Someone mind telling me why there is a bar in my armory?" She calls out to whomever will answer.
[Tiny tag: Andrea Nash]
[[OOC: If you happen to be a vampire, please see her profile or this backroom post.]]
Warnings for violence (in all three), suggested child abuse (in the first) and cannibalism (in the third)]
A short woman in a nice, professional, white blouse and tan khaki slacks walks in with a clipboard in her left hand and a towel draped over her right shoulder. She freezes and rests a hand on the SIG Sauer on her right hip when she realizes she isn't where she expected to be. She scents the air to test if this is an illusion, but all seems real, unless the illusionist thought to include odors. Then again, the Magic wasn't expected to be up for another few hours.
"Someone mind telling me why there is a bar in my armory?" She calls out to whomever will answer.
[Tiny tag: Andrea Nash]
[[OOC: If you happen to be a vampire, please see her profile or this backroom post.]]
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Nov. 16th, 2012 08:52 amsunbaked_bakerThere are cinnamon rolls baking in the ovens, filling the kitchens with the warm scents of yeast dough and cinnamon-sugar.
The baker responsible, however, is outside. She's not hard to find - There's a perfectly round hole in the thick clouds covering the November sky, letting in a bright ray of light from the otherwise hidden sun. The light beams down towards the figure perched on top of one of the picnic tables on the lawn near the garden.
Sunshine may be wrapped up against the cold, but her face is turned up towards the sun, eyes lightly shut as she soaks it in. She may be expending some concentration to keep the hole in the overcast sky from moving or closing up with clouds, but it's well worth the effort.
Botherable.
The baker responsible, however, is outside. She's not hard to find - There's a perfectly round hole in the thick clouds covering the November sky, letting in a bright ray of light from the otherwise hidden sun. The light beams down towards the figure perched on top of one of the picnic tables on the lawn near the garden.
Sunshine may be wrapped up against the cold, but her face is turned up towards the sun, eyes lightly shut as she soaks it in. She may be expending some concentration to keep the hole in the overcast sky from moving or closing up with clouds, but it's well worth the effort.
Botherable.
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Nov. 16th, 2012 12:52 pmaaaaaaaagh_skyEllen spent a good portion of the other evening talking with Leela of the Sevateem about things she really, really wished she didn't have to talk about with anybody. It was one thing to discuss romantic matters that concerned other people, but when they pertained to yourself- well.
Still, it was an enlightening conversation and she did manage to work up a certain measure of nerve as a result, so when she went back to the Citadel she decided she'd speak straight out with Scribe Cancio. Once she made it to the RobCo project, anyway. Since he was there, and not in the Citadel, and all. Miles of travel away. Plenty of time to work out exactly what she was going to say, and how, and-
And the first thing out of his mouth when she got back was "That blade you have with the tubes and the fuel tank. Just how attached to that are you, exactly?", which is never a sentence one likes to hear.
In the end it turned out not to be quite as bad as she feared. But it was still a long day, between the Brahmin ride and the conversation and getting back to work, and so when Milliways turned up instead of the pre-War storage room she'd turned into her sleeping space, Ellen doesn't object. She's just going to get some soda and sit herself down where she and Dogmeat can watch the fire for a while.
Still, it was an enlightening conversation and she did manage to work up a certain measure of nerve as a result, so when she went back to the Citadel she decided she'd speak straight out with Scribe Cancio. Once she made it to the RobCo project, anyway. Since he was there, and not in the Citadel, and all. Miles of travel away. Plenty of time to work out exactly what she was going to say, and how, and-
And the first thing out of his mouth when she got back was "That blade you have with the tubes and the fuel tank. Just how attached to that are you, exactly?", which is never a sentence one likes to hear.
In the end it turned out not to be quite as bad as she feared. But it was still a long day, between the Brahmin ride and the conversation and getting back to work, and so when Milliways turned up instead of the pre-War storage room she'd turned into her sleeping space, Ellen doesn't object. She's just going to get some soda and sit herself down where she and Dogmeat can watch the fire for a while.
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Nov. 16th, 2012 04:49 pmcantdiequiteyetHow can you tell if a Claymore is truly happy?
Some people would tell you that a warrior of the kind called Claymores can never be truly happy. They may have a point.
But others would say... Well, that really depends on the warrior in question. If it is the warrior Helen, for example, then it would be her big smile, and the way she makes sure to tell you she's happy. If it's Quicksword Ilena, then you'd need to be paying careful attention to her usually expressionless countenance.
No one knows what Ophelia, the Blood soaked warrior is like when she's truly happy, for no one has survived to tell.
But with Teresa, it's maybe in the lightness of her expression surrounding that faint smile, the way she doesn't quite look like she's mocking the world, but actually living in it for once. That the world is worth actually living in for the first time since she died.
It's a subtle expression. You'll probably miss it.
There's no reason to miss her, though. She's on the lake shore, in full armor and with her sword on her back, looking out over the water's surface. Occasionally a breeze might pick up her cloak and make it flutter in the air. She doesn't mind the cold.
It's a beautiful day.
Some people would tell you that a warrior of the kind called Claymores can never be truly happy. They may have a point.
But others would say... Well, that really depends on the warrior in question. If it is the warrior Helen, for example, then it would be her big smile, and the way she makes sure to tell you she's happy. If it's Quicksword Ilena, then you'd need to be paying careful attention to her usually expressionless countenance.
No one knows what Ophelia, the Blood soaked warrior is like when she's truly happy, for no one has survived to tell.
But with Teresa, it's maybe in the lightness of her expression surrounding that faint smile, the way she doesn't quite look like she's mocking the world, but actually living in it for once. That the world is worth actually living in for the first time since she died.
It's a subtle expression. You'll probably miss it.
There's no reason to miss her, though. She's on the lake shore, in full armor and with her sword on her back, looking out over the water's surface. Occasionally a breeze might pick up her cloak and make it flutter in the air. She doesn't mind the cold.
It's a beautiful day.
First Arrival - OTA
Nov. 16th, 2012 07:56 pmlt_bladeThe gym was starting to become something of a club house for some of those on the army base. Most of the so called 'conflict' in West Germany was vocal (or rather 'not' as the case sometimes was) with interrogations and searches..not to mention the damned patrols. Those that didn't let out steam in the local bar or other more 'shady places', chose the gym to congregate-or rather, to just let off steam. The gym itself was fairly basic: mats, punching bags and targets, a few weights here and there. It wasn't always the freshest smelling place, but atleast everyone knew where they stood and didn't have to deal with propaganda or rhetoric.
One such soldier was staff sergeant Sonya Blade, who had just spent an hour or so training with the rest of her squad and was looking forward to some downtime. She had a lecture in a few hours and needed to review her notes to keep up. There was also the need for a shower as Army base gyms were not known for temperature control.
The problem, was that when she opened the door to what was supposed to be the female barracks..there was none.
Instead, Sonya found herself in what could only be a civilian tavern..and with people speaking English.
Dressed in army issued PT gear ( black trousers, ARMY grey t-shirt and boots), she remained there for a few minutes, rubbing at the back of her head. She knew she had an especially rough sparing session, but she didn't think she'd hit her head that bad.
Someone help a soldier out?
ooc: inspite of what her journal name is, this Sonya is actually pre-Mortal Kombat canon, and is not yet an officer. Have at it people..she's actually friendly-ish.
One such soldier was staff sergeant Sonya Blade, who had just spent an hour or so training with the rest of her squad and was looking forward to some downtime. She had a lecture in a few hours and needed to review her notes to keep up. There was also the need for a shower as Army base gyms were not known for temperature control.
The problem, was that when she opened the door to what was supposed to be the female barracks..there was none.
Instead, Sonya found herself in what could only be a civilian tavern..and with people speaking English.
Dressed in army issued PT gear ( black trousers, ARMY grey t-shirt and boots), she remained there for a few minutes, rubbing at the back of her head. She knew she had an especially rough sparing session, but she didn't think she'd hit her head that bad.
Someone help a soldier out?
ooc: inspite of what her journal name is, this Sonya is actually pre-Mortal Kombat canon, and is not yet an officer. Have at it people..she's actually friendly-ish.
Note to Guppy -- also, EP
Nov. 16th, 2012 08:39 pmscots_wolfUrquhart leaves a note for Guppy with the bar, for him to find when he next gets in.
( Guppy Sandhu, MD )
Then, he goes and curls up on a couch by the fireplace, with the dog at his feet, a glass of scotch at hand, a plate of oatcakes, and a book from the magic library upstairs.
( Guppy Sandhu, MD )Then, he goes and curls up on a couch by the fireplace, with the dog at his feet, a glass of scotch at hand, a plate of oatcakes, and a book from the magic library upstairs.
