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Trost District / Re: Whatever it Takes (Arkin)
« on: June 01, 2019, 06:54:42 PM »
“You’re someone who deserves help whenever you need it, Arkin. Really, you’re too good for half of us.”

Arkin shook his head, "No I'm not. Just want to help where I can."

"And what about you there young man? You're doing important work with the Corps. All of you are so brave." Arkin's voice trailed off towards the end. Yes, the Survey Corps was very brave...and that bravery was often rewarded with death. 

In the silence that followed, Arkin watched the stars. "Think anything is up there?"

Arkin let his eyes close for a moment before, in the distance, he heard what sounded like a scream.  Bolting up he asked, "Did you hear that?

OOC: Ok boys - time to be heroes.  :)

Trost District / Re: A helping hand [Arkin]
« on: March 19, 2019, 04:43:13 PM »
“Thank you for following my request to meet. I heard that you are skilled in medicine and I hoped you could help me in a certain matter.”

“Well...I always try and help where I can,” Arkin said with a small shrug. He had seen the young man stiffen slightly at his approach and was now very curious as to what this young man needed. Running a hand through his hair, Arkin added, “I think I can help with most issues - and if I can’t help, we’ll go to my parents. You can trust them.”

Arkin could not totally hide his surprise as the man took off his jacket and he saw what he had been talking about. A small intake of breath and soft, “Well then,” as he stood up to get a closer look at the wound. It was deep and looked like it needed a good cleaning as well as stitches. Arkin’s eyes met the man’s for a moment and he nodded, “I can help with that. We need to go up to my rooms though.”

“I apologize in advance for the inconvenience. I need this wound treated off the records, but I don’t have the right equipment with me to do it on my own.”

Off the record was something Arkin was used to. He kept no official records of those who came to him and what they needed. Personal notes - yes. But nothing that anyone else would see.  "Then we will probably want to take the back staircase."

The officer's wing of the barracks was quiet. Anka, Ian, Gustav, and the rest were all going about their duties or perhaps had a free day to run errands and visit friends and family.

Unlocking his door, Arkin let the man go in first. His quarters smelled like an apothecary shop and there were even bundles of herbs hanging from the ceiling.

"Have a seat near the window," Arkin directed the man, "I'll need the light."  He took a small kettle and lit a few candles, then set it over the flames to boil.

As he rummaged through boxes, he asked, "I don't suppose you'll tell me your name? You know I'm Arkin Holt...what should I call you?"

"I'm going to clean the wound now," Arkin said as he poured the boiled water into a basin and added a few drops from one of the bottles that cluttered the shelves. He pulled up a seat next to the man and gently touched the skin around the cut, "It's good you came. This could get infected and that would be no good. I'm sorry, but this will hurt." Arkin began to gently dab the cut with a piece of clean linen soaked in the water.

"So...how does the other guy look?"

Trost District / Re: A helping hand [Arkin]
« on: February 12, 2019, 01:19:17 AM »
"Begging your pardon sir!" Arkin looked up from his tea and smiled at the young soldier who had just approached him. Having come off the night watch, Arkin and his team were in the process of finishing their breakfast of eggs and toast.  He watched the young man salute and waited for a few seconds before nodded, "Yes? What's going on?"

"There is a man asking for you.  He said he'll meet you around the back."

Rahab, his second, laughed a little, "You're always so popular." While not really "popular", Arkin was often sought out by those needing the skills he possessed that were not cannon or battle related. He took another sip of his tea and shrugged, "Well I should go see what he needs. Rahab, can you make sure those reports get to Gustav and Anka?" The tall woman nodded and took another bite of her eggs, "Will do.

Having grown up in his parents apothecary shop and watched them, along with is grandparents, act as healers for the local community, Arkin had picked up a not insignificant number of skills. People would come to him if they did not want to deal with the actual medics. No judgment and less paperwork.

It took Arkin a moment to make it out the back of the building. As he stepped outside, he saw a man. Brushing his hair out of his eyes he approached the man and offered him a smile, "Hello there. Did you ask for Arkin Holt? That's me." Looking around, he found another crate and took a seat. He's knees and lower back hurt as he lowered himself down - ah getting older was chore. He looked younger than he was if someone was just glancing at him - but on close inspection, Arkin was showing some serious wear and tear. "What I can help you with?"

Utopia District / Re: Team Six: Garrison Regiment [Assault on Utopia]
« on: December 01, 2018, 12:53:54 AM »
(OOC: Just a short post to push everything along.  My original plan was to have Anka appear on a roof or leaning out of a window - but if anyone wants an epic and glorious carrying her from the rubble scene - let me know. Never hurts to be a bit extra with all this lol.)


The sight of Anka making her way over - leaping from roof to roof - undoubtedly with some sort of plan - filled Arkin with a renewed sense of hope. Pixis, Gustav, and Anka would have come up with something solid. Arkin smiled in spite of everything else as he watched his friend.

His smile faded and he lurched forward howling her name.

“ANKA!!!!!!!! Noo!”

He could not tell if the boulder itself or the wave of rubble was what had taken Anka down, but she was gone. Lost in the dust and the dark. Arkin felt himself sink to ground. Eyes wide with shock and horror. Mutilated hand in front of his mouth - holding back a sob. Uncaring if anyone saw. Anka. He had loved her many years ago. And beyond that she had been his close friend for more than half their lives at this point. He had lost people before. Good people. But...why Anka? Not that he would wish death on anyone...but...people like Anka or Ian or Mitabi or Gustav...those who had been with him in training...he shook his head, sweaty blond strands flying...and fought to clear his thoughts.

Raising his eyes, he took a few deep gasping breaths and struggled to his feet. Not the time or the place. Anka would want them to go on. Keep fighting.

“Gustav and Pixis are coming over,” he said weakly. But he gripped his blades and re-perched himself at the very edge the wall, ready to leap and protect the two men at any cost.

When he saw them land safely, he turned to his Ian, Mitabi and the rest of the team he had ridden in with, not knowing what to say or do.

Training Corps Barracks & Grounds / Re: Sullied Snow (Ian)
« on: November 30, 2018, 11:29:17 PM »
​“These days I win most of ‘em.”

“Winning is probably the only choice really,” Arkin said with a small nod as he looked over Ian’s hands. Larger than his. Longer fingers and much rougher. He thought that they could have been elegant if Ian had been born into a different life. However with the scars and bruises, Arkin saw a certain nobility in them. Not like the actual Lords and Ladies. But a true humane nobility that had nothing to do with class or social status. He saw the same nobility in Anka and Nanaba.

He raised his pale eyes to look straight at Ian. Arkin had seen a statue once, made of what he assumed was marble or some other smooth stone. But it had been left outside for too long, exposed to the elements, and maybe human callousness. It was chipped and worn - but still beautiful. Ian made Arkin think of that fine and battered statue. Ian had a fine face. Sharp cheekbones and pale eyes, Striking. But more worn. Tired. Not sleepy - but exhausted down to his very soul.

​“You speak to them much yourself?  They’re both good people.  Trustworthy.”

“Nanaba and I are both actually from Trost. We knew each other a little bit before training,” Arkin said as he gave Ian’s hands another once over - making sure he did not miss a cut or scrape. He reached into his box and took out a roll of linen. It was soft and clean white. He wrapped Ian’s hands loosely but securely and neatly tied the ends off. “Just sleep with these on tonight. I’ll take them off in the morning. But Nanaba is a really amazing girl. Really brave. She'll go places for sure in her career. No doubt.”

"Anka helps me with classwork sometimes. I'm not...great. And Nanaba helps me with a lot of physical stuff. Also not great. But...still here I guess. How about you? Do you like the classroom or more physical training?"

“I actually met Anka through Nanaba. Someone stole the money Anka was going to send to her parents. She was going to send the bit she keeps for herself. I lent her some to send. I uh….I….just didn't like to see her crying like that and not have any money for herself.

After a second, Arkin thought better of what he had just told Ian. Dammit. “She paid me back. But, it’s not right what happened to her. Some people in this group are not good people. They’ll probably go to the MPs Uhm...don't tell Anka I told you she cried. Please. ”

That had been a bad day. Maybe because he had such an easy life (up until training) that he did not really understand what would drive someone to steal. And from someone who had almost nothing.

“Sorry. I talk too much sometimes. My mother says I don’t have a middle ground. I’m either just babbling or I don’t talk for three days.” He left out the part where he really only talked to those he felt comfortable with. It normally took the boy a while to feel comfortable with someone. The fact that Ian had just risked his own safety to rescue Arkin counted for a lot. He noticed one of the Ian's bandage edges had come loose and he gently tucked it back in.

“You’re the one who was spittin’ blood and, somehow, here you are lookin’ out for me.  You must be your mother’s son.”

"I'd be doing a lot worse than spitting blood if you had not saved me. I uhm....I just want to help. Thank you. We always had lots of Garrison in the shop. I wanted to be like them. Protect people. I thought joining up would be the best way."

"Sooo....Garrison or Survey Corps for you? After graduation I mean."

Trost District / Re: Rainbow Lies(Arkin)
« on: October 16, 2018, 02:01:15 AM »

"That's a very pretty name."

"Thank you. I won't run off with it, I swear."

Arkin watched with relief as the took and put on his jacket. It was just too cold out to not have some sort of coat. “That’s better. Run off with it? Never would I have thought that. It’s cold out. Too cold. Snow soon I think. Gram says it will be a bad winter.”

When the girl looked at him, Arkin took a moment to take in her face. It was not unlike his - fair skin with blue eyes and pale hair. But that is where the similarities ended. Where his cheeks were rather plump and ruddy, hers were thin and one side of her face sported an angry red mark that Arkin was sure would turn into a bruise. Arkin’s parents had spanked on occasion but had never left a mark. His lips pursed into a line as he settled down next to her, “So Nanaba, what’s going on?” He did not think people should hit little girls like Nanaba. He was at least a year older than her so now he had to take care of her. That is what his child’s mind told him at least.

It was only after he sat down that he saw her hand. He wondered how that happened. “That’s some cut ,” Arkin said.

Arkin knew he wanted to get the girl back into the shop - out of the wind and so he could look after her hand. There was also some stew left over from dinner. He thought she might like that. And he'd wake his grandparents up. They would know what to do.

He gave Nanaba another long look before standing up and extending his hand to her, "Come on. We had stew for dinner and I know there some left and I bet its still hot. And bread. Gram made some fresh butter. We'll get you all sorted out...you can trust me."

Trost District / Re: Scratching out reports. [Arkin]
« on: October 16, 2018, 12:35:03 AM »
"It doesn't bode well. We don't know so much about the patterns before Wall Maria was breached. Is this a sign?"

Arkin blinked at Gustav - unsure of what to say. Before he could try, Gustav apologized and moved the topic slightly.

"Apologies. Hopefully it isn't, but I want you to keep a closer eye on it at the least. You're already doing a great job of it, of course."

“Of course,” Arkin said with a nod. “I’m proud of my team - but we were unprepared and we could do better. And as their captain, that is on me.” Arkin was a very laid back person - but he took his role very seriously and hated when he fell short.

"I'd like you to run me through the strategy you used to deal with the surprise second Titan, and let me know if there's anything you think might have made it easier.”

He thought for a moment and brushed a stray lock of pale hair out of his eyes, “Rahab and I were dealing with the first Titan. I was running down the wall to distract it and Rahab was going to the neck. Oscar yelled about the second Titan.” He was silent for a moment as he tried to remember exactly what happened, “Rahab got the first's neck and I yelled so the second turned to me. I kept screaming to keep it’s attention so Oscar and Siobhan could take it down. Siobhan had to swing out and she was able to take out the neck. It was...messy. We got it done, but we were surprised and yeah...messy."

“Honestly Gustav, another team member would have been great. Vanya would tell you the same thing. More eyes. More hands. More blades. And if there are more titans - more soldiers.”

"I don't think it's too pressing, but I don't want to risk any of us passing over it. We need to evolve if the Titans are changing their behavior. If this is the start, we'll be ready. If it's not, we'll just be a little more efficient."

He pursed his lips, "We were spoiled for so long. Then Maria fell and...here we are." Arkin sighed and ran both hands through his hair, exposing the manged left one for a moment.  He cast his eyes down the wall and pointed, "Our replacements are here." In the distance, another team could be seen heading towards them.

His team were tired and hungry. He turned to look up at Gustav, "I'm going to let them be relieved," Arkin said. He saluted and then gestured for them to go. "I think most cannon teams could do for a little retraining on some things. You and Anka must figure something out about multiple Titans. Larger teams. More teams. Something."

He yawned and sighed, "You'll probably want to talk to Vanya and his team. A few others. I'll get my report done and leave it on Anka's desk before I bunk down." While he did outrank Gustav, Arkin waited for the younger man to give him leave before walking away. After a few steps he turned and called back, "I made a fresh batch of ointment - come by if you need more...for the cobble burn!!"

Trost District / Re: Break New Ground
« on: October 15, 2018, 10:43:31 PM »
Arkin smiled down at the young cadet. First year was right. Had he ever looked that young? The boy had a kind face and some wisdom behind his eyes. And freckles! Arkin’s brother had freckles.

He listed while the young man explained while he was here and he appreciated that he took a risk to help a friend. “Well Cadet Bott...I don’t really think the guards were supposed to let you in,” Arkin said with a slight nod of his head and an inward curse at the the guards for not doing their job. Soldiers like that were why the Garrison had the reputation it did. “No matter though. You’re here now and I’ve already offered you tea.” He smiled and shrugged, “Come on lad. Let’s go to my quarters and we’ll work something out for your friend.”

He led Marco through the winding corridors of the barracks. It was an old building that had seen more than a few additions over the years. The officer’s wing was in one of the new additions at least. The passed a few soldiers who saluted Arkin and he returned the gesture tiredly.

“So your friend can’t sleep? Have you tried lavender and chamomile under his pillow? Or chamomile tea?” Arkin asked as they walked. They were at his door and Arkin opened it, stepping aside to let the cadet through - propping the door open with a stop. Inside was controlled clutter. The sharp smell of herbs permeated everything and Arkin moved a pile of books from his desk chair so the boy could sit down.

He went about fixing the tea, taking his small kettle and lighting a few candles to heat the water. Arkin handed Marco a box filled with bags of tea and told him to pick whatever one he wanted.

"How's training going? You have Shadis as your head instructor?"

Trost District / Re: Whatever it Takes (Arkin)
« on: October 15, 2018, 09:26:34 PM »
Arkin smiled, “I don’t like people romantically very much. Not for many years now. But I love lots of people. Just not...in love with them sort of love,” He thought back to the three people he had loved romantically in his life, Anka, Ian, and Gustav, and smiled a little wistfully for a moment before turning back to Luke, “I’m sorry you felt like you could not tell me. I’m sorry you thought I might leave you over it. I’d never leave you.” He put his arm around the younger man and pulled him in for a hug. “Not if I can ever help it.”

"Is that so?"

He nodded, “Yes. It was just after this,” he held up his mangled hand - Luke was one of few people he did not mind showing the full impact the black had had on it, “And I was having a hard time getting some coins out of my bag. I dropped it and you helped me.”

After a few more minutes, an older lady in a stained apron came out from the stall carrying a tray. “Here ya go lads. Hot tea and and a meat pie.” She set two sets of forks down and patted Arkin on the shoulder, “Enjoy loves.”

Arkin handed Luke a fork, “Dig in!”

Utopia District / Re: Team Six: Garrison Regiment [Assault on Utopia]
« on: September 15, 2018, 01:46:46 AM »
“A soldier - even a cadet - has a chance to fight, to defend themselves.  But the common people have only us to depend on.”

Arkin nodded as Ian spoke. Ian was right that that was the best plan.  It would buy the citizens more time to escape and they could also help defend the cadets. They were just children. Arkin thought for a moment about the boy he had met - Marco - who had been asking about remedies for his friend and he wondered if he was here.

"Did Utopia just not have enough Garrison? I count about a third of the cannons we have in Trost." He cast his eyes to Gladios - who had become a member of his own squad not too long ago, "A cannon barrage could buy even more time."

He watched as Ian shot a flare into the sky and sighed when another one, just outside the wall, letting them know Commander Pixis was near. Another scream cut through the air and Arkin's hands tightened on his blade as he peered in the direction of the signal flare.

"Pixis, Anka, and Gustav are over the Wall," he shouted over the screams and cries - pointing with one of his blades. "I think one of them is coming over." He moved closer to the edge of the Wall, "It's Anka. I bet she's coming with plans."

Trost District / Re: Scratching out reports. [Arkin]
« on: July 14, 2018, 01:22:19 AM »
Arkin suppressed a smile. Let Gustav and Anka have their secret...and dignity. Whatever happened - it must have been bad if they would rather everyone think they got run down by a beet cart. Mitabi and Ian were going to have a field day with that eventually. He hoped Gustav and Anka were ready.

"Back to back is problematic though, we don't want them moving in crowds. The more groups of Titans we have to dispatch, the more difficult it gets."

“It was a rough moment,” Arkin admitted. “Rahab and I were dealing with the first one and then Siobhan and Oscar had to dive in and get the second one. We are not used to that. Being that close together.”

"How long between the two back to back? Did they seem as though they were sticking together or just odd/convenient timing?"

He turned his head to look up at Gustav. “Maybe two minutes. The second one was a runner and just snuck up on us. It was pretty dark and we were all focused on the first Titan.” Arkin sighed and rubbed his eyes, “That’s on us though. We’re just not used to it.” In truth, Arkin was a bit ashamed to admit that. He took pride in his team and their skill and he viewed their surprise as a bit of a failure.

“Not together together. Just going in the same direction. The second one could have heard us dealing with the first one and was drawn to the noise.” He shrugged.

“Vanya said his team’s four were pretty spaced out,” Arkin offered. He sighed again and stifled a yawn, “It was odd. Just very odd.”

“What are you thinking?”

Training Corps Barracks & Grounds / Re: Sullied Snow (Ian)
« on: July 13, 2018, 11:52:13 PM »
“You’re all right,” Ian breathed as Arkin found his footing.

The words brought Arkin comfort. He knew that if Ian had not come battling around the corner, he would be in very bad shape. Not weak, but not a true fighter just yet - Arkin wondered how far those two boys would have taken thing. Far.

He took another look at Ian's knuckles, noting the old scars. Scars on scars could cause some pain if the skin became too tight and hard. After he patched Ian up, he’d give him a cream to keep the area reasonably soft.

His side hurt and he leaned on Ian a little as they walked back to their barracks.

“S’okay.  Those guys…I mean… your mother does good work.”

Anka was silent for a moment, pausing as they walked and laughing. Good work. Like she made really nice hats. He knew what the taller boy meant. Arkin decided at the moment he liked Ian.

“She really does. It almost always works and I don’t she’s had a girl die from it in..oh...since before I was born.” He resumed walking, still holding onto Ian for balance. His legs were still shaking and his left ankle was starting to throb.

“Some people don’t...get it,” Arkin added as they reached the door. “When you already have six kids and another mouth the feed could mean being homeless..or the end of your career...what else can you do?” Arkin had seen many military women pass through to the backroom.

“Come on,” Arkin said quietly as they entered, not wanting to disturb anyone who was starting to bed down.  His bunk was near the back and he gestured for Ian to follow him. Once at his bunk, he pulled a large box from under his bed and opened. Inside he had crammed as many remedies as he could. There was another box filled with linen and gauze and he pulled that out as well.

Lighting a candle, Arkin examined Ian’s hand again, “You’ve been in lots of fights,” he observed. “Did you win most of them?” He thought for a moment before picking a tin filled with a salve that smelled lightly of mint and rosemary. Setting that aside, he took picked a linen from the box and dipping it in a glass of water that was sitting by his bed, began to gently clean the cuts off.

"You're friends with Nanaba and with Anka."

Trost District / Re: Whatever it Takes (Arkin)
« on: July 13, 2018, 10:58:06 PM »
The air was chilly as they walked into the night. The stars were out and Arkin could pick out a few constellations. He was feeling just a little buzzed from his drink and his mood was lifted. There was an older couple that sold the best (and biggest) meat pies in the district. He and Luke could easily split one. And get some tea. Meat pie and tea and his best friend. That was Arkin’s kind of night.

“Did you really think I’d have a problem with you being gay?” Arkin asked as they walked. “I mean...I like men and women so that would be hypocritical of me I think.” It dawned on him that he had never told Luke that. And even then...like was not the best word. Arkin had only felt romantic attraction to three people in his entire life. Ian, Anka, and Gustav. And that was all many years ago.

“Here we are,” Arkin announced happily as they reached the stall. The older man was at the counter tonight and smiled at Arkin, “The usual?” he asked. Arkin nodded and handed the man a few coins. The man told them that it would be a few minutes and to have a seat on one of the benches and he would bring everything out to them.

“I think it was like this the night we met,” Arkin said as he took a seat on a bench. “Clear like this,” he added, gesturing to the sky.

Utopia District / Re: Team Six: Garrison Regiment [Assault on Utopia]
« on: June 07, 2018, 02:56:27 AM »
Arkin had found himself almost lost in the sound of hooves thundering on the ground and his own ragged breath in his ears. It seemed like days since he had left the ever capable Rahab in command of his team and had mounted the first of a few horses to make the breakneck journey to Utopia. He had found himself riding among mostly old friends though. He knew most of them. Knew they were capable and strong - and that gave him comfort. He if he could not be with his own team - he was content to be with Ian, Mitabi, and the rest.

With his hair stuck to his forehead and his eyes red from the dust, Arkin looked towards the sun for a moment. His grandmother was fond of saying that no matter what happened, whatever tragedy befell, the sun would rise again. Well, here it was, high in the sky, beating down on those who were dead and those who were about to meet death. There was a cruelty to the sun today. Sighing, he took the smallest of sips from his canteen. Arkin would save what water he could for those who needed it more.

He had followed the rest of the group up and perched himself at the very edge of the building - confident to stand with just the heels of his boots on the ledge. Horrific did not even touch the sight that met Arkin’s pale eyes. His heart fell as he took it all in. It was an obligation in his mind that he looked. That he saw and that he remembered.

To keep them safe. To keep humanity safe. That is why he joined the military. To protect those he cared about. For more than a decade, he had loyally and ably manned the cannons and hurled himself up and down the Walls in defence of humanity. Now here he was - and it was horrific. He squeezed his eyes shut and prayed to whoever was listening - if anyone was listening - that those dearest to his heart were well. Arkin wondered for a moment if that was selfish but decided it really did not matter.

"Save all you can," Arkin murmured to himself.

His blades were out - the one in his left held at a slightly unique angle due to his mangled pinky and ring finger. After his accident, Arkin had wondered if he could wield a blade again. The concern had been, for the most part, unfounded. His grip was odd - but he made it work well enough.

"I know Pixis, Gustav, and Anka were a few hours ahead of us," he offered the group, "I'm not sure where they are now."

Another scream caused Arkin's head to jerk in the direction it came from and he gritted his teeth. His instincts were screaming at him to jump and fight - but he knew that they had to form a plan. Hurling into the fray would only result in more needless death.

Trost District / Re: Break New Ground
« on: June 04, 2018, 02:30:57 AM »
Arkin was tired. All he wanted at the moment was his bed. Arkin and his team were on a rotation of nights and he was still getting used to it. Maybe some tea would be nice. He had all sorts of teas in his room. That sounded like a good plan to Arkin.

He had stopped to drop off some reports and then pop into the mess hall to beg some stale bread. He needed it for a remedy that he planned to prepare when he woke up. Rahab, his second in command, had been complaining of stomach aches for the last few days and stale bread dipped in a few oils was a remedy his mother had taught him. It was not guaranteed to work, but it was worth a try. Other treatments tasted a lot worst. Try the pleasant one first.

Now Arkin made his way back towards his room, his prize of bread in a cloth bag that he carried in his good hand. As he made his way down the hall, he caught sight of another person. This would not have normally surprised him - but this young...very young...man was wearing a cadet's emblem on his jacket. Of course, Arkin would see if he needed help.

“Excuse me. Do you know where I could find, ah, Arkin Holt?”

And that surprised Arkin even more than the fact that the asker was a cadet. He smiled at the young man, "You've found him. Though...are you supposed to be wandering around by yourself?" After another moment, "What can I help you with? Would you like some tea?"

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