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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?"

Training Corps Barracks & Grounds / Re: Sullied Snow (Ian)
« on: May 16, 2018, 06:08:17 PM »
Arkin cried out when Ian slammed into the boy who was about to strike him. Shock and gratitude coursed through him even as the shorter boy shoved him towards Ian. As he was pushed Arkin lost his footing and stumbled into Ian. Several inches shorter than the other cadet, Arkin slammed into his chest, feet sliding on the icy ground.

Thankfully Ian was able to steady him and Arkin struggled to stand semi-upright.  A smear of blood streaked Ian’s coat as Arkin stood. His stomach and jaw hurt but he was in much better shape than he would be had Ian not come to his aid.

He knew Ian from hanging around Nanaba and Anka. He knew the boy had a reputation, but he trusted what Anka and Nanaba said above that. If they liked him then Arkin was so inclined as well.

Coughing, Arkin took an unsteady step back and raised his eyes to Ian's. He forced smile and said, "I think I had them right where I wanted..." The tone of his voice indicated a weak attempt at a joke and after he tried to take a deep breath, Arkin doubled over in a fit of coughing.

"I think maybe back to the barracks is a good idea." He coughed again and spit out blood.

"Thank you." Arkin reached out and took Ian's hand, looking at his knuckles, "I think we could both do with some bandages. I can handle that."

He offered Ian another smile and forced himself to stand straighter, even though it hurt. "It's cold." He looked up at the sky for a moment. "Thank you again."

Trost District / Re: Whatever it Takes (Arkin)
« on: May 16, 2018, 01:47:25 AM »
Arkin listened. If he was being totally honest, he would love it if Luke and also Nanaba were not members of the Survey Corps. Nothing would make him happier than knowing his friends were safe. Still, he understood that soldiers needed to go where they felt their duty was.

“I don’t know if I agree with that. You joined the Corps for a reason. I know you so I know it’s a valid reason. Don't worry about it tonight. ”

He finished his drink and tossed some coins on the bar - enough to cover both of them. “For the record. I think you’d be a great father. But it’s not a umm...choice you have to make right now.” Arkin often found himself thinking about having a family of his own. He was in an alright position to do so. Still...he would have to find someone. Romance for Arkin was difficult, to say the least.

Arkin blinked at Luke’s announcement. He was silent for a moment before saying very gravely, “Hello gay. I’m Arkin.” Then he smiled and put an arm around Luke. Arkin himself was attracted to both men and women. In a very limited capacity.  There had been three people in his life that Arkin had ever experienced any romantic attraction to. That was many years ago and nothing had come of any of it.

"It's alright. It's part of who you are. It's you. Did you think I'd be upset?"

Keeping his arm around Luke he moved to guide them out of the tavern - intent on finding some decent food. “I want a meat pie. Let’s go find some.”

Trost District / Re: Scratching out reports. [Arkin]
« on: May 16, 2018, 12:24:04 AM »
Arkin smiled at Gustav, “Cobbles. Right. Just keep applying the balm.” Arkin had been surprised when Gustav and Anka had appeared at his door asking for something for...cobble burn. Apparently, they had been run down by a beet cart. That was not the oddest incident that had brought people to him - but it was close. Still, Arkin genuinely liked Gustav and who was he to judge...

He nodded at the mention of scratchers, “We’ve had titans about six of the last ten watches. Last night as well. Seven meters. We took care of it.” He nodded his head towards Rahab, who gave a salute to Gustav.  The other team members followed her lead as their captain and his companion approached. They all had the same tired look that Arkin carried. All they wanted was breakfast and their beds at this point.

Arkin moved to stand just out of earshot from his team, the tips of his toes hanging off the edge, confident in his footing after years on the Wall. "A few nights back we had two show up back to back. That was a little startling."

He inclined his head to look up at Gustav, "We used to go a week or more without seeing one. Now like I said - two together. It's...odd." He crossed his arms over his chest and looked out at the sunrise.

"Remember when that was ours?" Arkin asked almost absently as his pale eyes surveyed the land before them. "It seems like forever ago." He sighed and brushed his hair out of his face, exposing for a moment the mangled pinky and ring finger of his left hand.

"One thing Rahab actually noticed was that most of the scratchers seem to be coming from the same rough direction. I don't know if that means anything." He looked at Gustav. He knew the younger man had a better mind for figuring out things like that. "I know Vanya's team had four a few nights back. Not back to back but still. Odd. Very odd."

Trost District / Re: Whatever it Takes (Arkin)
« on: April 08, 2018, 10:51:18 PM »
Arkin looked at the younger man for a moment. He knew Luke well enough to he was upset. But he knew not the press at the moment. “I’m well. We’ve been doing a lot of Night Watches. So I’m all thrown off time wise. Other than that - same things I always do. Man the cannons. Fix the cannons. Fill out forms about the cannons.” He shrugged and took a sip of his drink.

The older man smiled when Luke kissed his cheek, “Well I’m not planning on dying. And cannons is one of the safer assignments. I’ll always do everything I can to live. And so will you.” He gave Luke as stern a look as he could muster before smiling again. Luke was like his little brother. “You are absolutely one of the best things in my life and I am always so happy when you ride back through the gates.” He meant that. He was always so worried when the Survey Corps rode out and if he was able, he was always there to greet them and look for the ones he knew. Arkin always felt like a weight was off his shoulders when he saw Luke ride in.

“Have you eaten yet? You should eat,” Arkin said.  Booze on an empty stomach was not a great idea. And Arkin was getting a little hungry again.

Trost District / Re: Scratching out reports. [Arkin]
« on: April 08, 2018, 08:48:07 PM »
Arkin’s team had the Night Watch this week. They were tired and hungry but it had been a mostly quiet night. One Titan that Arkin and his second in command, Rahab, had dispatched quickly and with little fuss.  While they were a cannon team, 3DM gear and blades were the only way to actually kill a Titan. He had struggled with 3DM training as a cadet and new member of the Garrison, but years on the Wall had granted Arkin a reasonable amount of skill. Not remotely as able as say - Ian or Rico, but competent and able to perform his duties.

He watched the sun slip over the horizon and noted the oranges, reds, and yellows as each color peeked through the fading mist. It was going to be a nice day - that he fully intended to sleep through. After he ate, filled out his paperwork for the watch, and mixed some of the balms he used to treat wall burn. Then sleep.

It was odd, Arkin thought to himself, as he looked over the landscape. Once it had been a home. Now it was a boneyard. How many had not made it through the gates? Arkin did not want to think about that. He had been there. He had seen it all.

There had been a messenger a little earlier to let him know Gustav was coming to see him. The young lady had not told him why. That was fine. He knew Gustav from training and they had come up the ranks together and Arkin liked him.

Casting his eyes down the Wall, he saw Gustav. Nodding to Rahab, Arkin walked to meet him.

“Good morning,” he called when they were closer, “So what brings you here so bright and early? And hows the burn?”

Trost District / Re: Rainbow Lies(Arkin)
« on: March 19, 2018, 02:04:40 AM »
Arkin saw the girl out the side window of the shop. He was just glancing out the window when he saw a girl come around a corner and then slide down the wall. From her body posture, the way she seemed to curl into herself, Arkin was fairly sure there was something wrong.  The shop was actually closed for the evening and he was alone.  His parents were both out on visits - dropping off medicine to the homebound and his grandparents were probably asleep by now.

He watched the girl for a few moments longer before he decided to go and see if she was alright. Throwing his coat on, he walked out the shop's side door and crossed the street to reach the girl. It was windy and his hair blew wild this way and that.

Arkin approached her slowly, unsure if she noticed him. As he got closer, he noticed she looked to be a few years younger than himself. She was...frail was not the right word. He could tell she was crying though. And it was awfully chilly be to be running around without a coat.

Taking a few steps closer, Arkin knelt down next to her, “Hey there. Are you okay? Do you need help?”

Slowly, Arkin extended his hand towards the girl. “My name is Arkin. Are you hurt? Can I see your face?" He slipped out of his coat and offered it to the girl, "It's pretty cold out. Can you tell me your name?" He gave the girl a smile, "I won't hurt you. I swear."

Trost District / Start the Morning Right (Mitabi)
« on: March 19, 2018, 01:14:21 AM »
Arkin was an early riser. He did not mind. He could get more work done in the early morning. Mostly his remedies. Someone always needed a salve for Wall Burn or something for a headache or a stuffy nose or a cough. Arkin did not like to step on the medics toes - but he was faster, required no forms, and could handle most nonlethal injuries and ailments. He reasoned he was freeing them up to deal with the really dangerous maladies and such.

His quarters were cluttered with bundles of dried herbs, pots filled with sweet and not so sweet smelling oils, boxes of seeds, and strips of linen. It smelled like an apothecary shop. Sharp and sweet at the same time.

Running his hands through the tangle of his blonde hair, Arkin rose from his bed and dressed. He was not on duty today, so he threw on a pair of old pants and a simple pullover.  He cleaned himself up in his basin and took a moment to look out his window. The sun was just starting to peep out.

He knew who the first people at his door would be this morning. Mitabi and...Linda? Lily? Arkin was sure it started with an L. He had met her a few times before. He had seen her and Mitabi go into Mitabi’s quarters the night before. That was fairly typical. Mitabi was popular with women and normally had a...friend...over once a week or so. That seemed so exhausting to Arkin - but he always figured to each their own.

Rubbing the last of the sleep from his eyes, Arkin started to work. He scooped the needed seeds from a box and into the mortar he kept on his desk. Arkin crushed them and carefully poured the powder into an envelope. In his wide but neat handwriting, Arkin had written the instructions on the envelope. He was pretty sure...the young lady...knew what to do...but he tended to err on the side of caution. On a small scrap of paper that he slipped into the envelope, he had also written the address of his parent's shop. Just in case the remedy did not work.

That finished, he set it aside and began to work on a cough syrup. He shared a wall with Anka and had heard her coughing through the night. There was something going around the barracks and it looked like it was her turn. His mixture was foul tasting - but it certainly calmed coughs.

"Come in," Arkin called softly, looking up when he heard a tap on the door.

"Good morning," he said simply, offering Mitabi and the young lady a smile. "It's nice to see you again miss."

Training Corps Barracks & Grounds / Sullied Snow (Ian)
« on: March 18, 2018, 08:15:52 PM »
Winter, 831ish

“We know what your mother does!” Arkin just had time to raise his eyebrows in a question before one of the other cadets, a tall boy with hair the color of a dull coin, sucker punched him in the mouth. The metal taste of blood filled his mouth and Arkin was knocked back a few steps - though he managed to stay on his feet despite the ground being slick with ice and slush.

Arkin had been outside, simply walking from the girls barracks back to the boys in the fading light of dusk. Anka had asked for his help with some issues she and a few of the other girls were having. It was a simple remedy and he had passed it to her through one of the windows. He had been crunching his way back through the snow when the two boys had cornered him.

“We know what she does,” the boy said again.

He knew what the boy was talking about. It was a well-known secret what his mother and grandmother would do for girls and women who needed a certain kind of help. Most people who knew were fairly neutral on it. Some were very much in agreement it was a needed service. And some were very very opposed. Some violently it seemed.

Arkin opened his mouth to say something in return but the other boy, shorter with a stockier build, grabbed him and twisted his arms behind his back. Arkin could not help but grunt in pain as he felt his muscles pull unnaturally. Before he could make any other noise, the taller boy socked him in the stomach. Arkin felt the air rush out of his lungs and the bile rise up his throat - blood dribbling from his mouth.

Unable to get words out, Arkin braced himself for the next punch while struggling as best he could against the grip of the boy holding his arms.

Trost District / Re: Whatever it Takes (Arkin)
« on: March 18, 2018, 05:56:55 PM »
Arkin blinked a few times as he digested what Luke was saying. “Well...you can’t do anything when you’re dead. So you can do more for humanity when you’re alive.”

He settled down next to Luke and continued, “I think people just want their deaths to mean something. Nobody wants to die for nothing. So they just get fixated on dying for something great.”

Arkin turned to the barkeep and ordered an Ale. He was not much of a drinker - but one would be fine. Just one. While his drink was being prepared, he took a moment to rummage in the cloth bag he brought. Yes, there was a headache remedy in there. Luke would probably need that in the morning,

“Try not to pay any attention to them,” Arkin said as he took a sip of his drink. “I’m scared to die. I’ll do it if I have to. But I can do more alive. Same goes for you.”

Trost District / Re: Whatever it Takes (Arkin)
« on: March 16, 2018, 02:39:49 PM »
Arkin hurried through the darkened streets. He was running a little bit late. Commander Pixis himself had cornered him as he was coming out of the mess hall and had wanted to have a lengthy conversation about cannons. Normally, Arkin would be thrilled to talk about cannons. But he had promised to meet Luke for drinks and to bring him a bag of remedies for the next Survey Corps mission. Just some pain numbing salves and such - nothing fancy. But things that would be helpful nonetheless.

After Pixis let him go, Arkin had hurried back to his quarters and gathered up what he had promised. He threw some coin in his pocket and made his way out the barracks.
The tavern was crowded and it took him a moment to spot Luke. He smiled as he made his way through the crowd towards the younger man.  He stepped in front of Luke and Arkin’s smiled faded slightly.

“What’s wrong?” Arkin asked as he sat down. He could tell by the flush across Luke’s cheeks that he had a drink or two already. That was odd.
“Luke? What’s wrong?” Arkin repeated - looking intently at his young friend.

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