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Quinta District / Re: A new breed of rat. [Amanda]
« Last post by Amanda Marauder on March 27, 2020, 11:43:56 PM »
“Is anyone really ever good at this sort of thing…?” she replied, almost pained. “I’m just trying to survive this hellhole. I don’t even really know what for anymore.”

Her blue eyes darkened slightly. Even though she had helped the man, it didn’t make her feel better about herself, or the situation she was in. She hadn’t forgotten that she felt like maybe there were ulterior motives to him seeking her out, but she’d hit her mental wall and took paces back to take her leave.
 
“I’ll be going now. Be safe out here sir,” she said, briskly turning to leave in a hurry. She figured that the man may try to follow, but really had no idea what to expect from him.

Her mind was half and half… half focused on survival, half wised for death. Who knew what side the coin would land on if it came down to a struggle over bread...


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“103rd cadet corps, stationed in Stohess…”

She wiped her eyes roughly on her sleeve. Looking to him, she’d stopped crying for the most part. Her voice sounded rough and raspy though.

She knew that he personally couldn’t throw her out, but he could tell her instructors. And she intended to join his ranks in the Survey Corps upon graduation, so he at least had the right to refuse her for insubordination. That in itself would be devastating.

She searched his face silently. She refused to cry anymore and tried to keep her body from quaking. She was ready to die at any moment, but the vitality that had kept her up as a survivor of many things to this moment wanted to rebel against that at every opportunity. That part constantly fought with her pride as she looked at him with the bravest and most defiant of faces.

“Are you going to tell Shadis?” she said, trying to keep her voice calm and level now to save herself from any other embarrassment. She was tense, and felt cold in the evening air despite her hooded jacket.


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Tears.

So many tears.

Well more than Erwin was ever equipped to do with. This kind of thing was something he had not dealt with since...well, that was a long time ago.

That said, his first concern was that she assumed he had enough power to throw anyone out of the military, save for his own troops. Her panic was justified, even though it perplexed him. Surely she would at least understand a few things about the balance of power in the military. At least he hoped that Keith and his instructors would have covered that. But then again, may be not.

That brought his mind to her next statement about wanting to go home. Surely she meant Wall Maria...but what if she did not? Could she have really come from beyond the walls? That was not important right now.

“Amanda, I do not have anywhere near the amount of power that you think I do,” Erwin said with a sigh. “Now which camp are you based out of?”

Erwin was hoping the tears would subside somewhat.


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First Time / Re: Kingdom Come
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Ehrmich District / Re: Ash to ignite. [Jarek]
« Last post by Quirin Drexler on March 25, 2020, 07:59:25 PM »
To be trusted by a man such as Jarek Valdeze was an honour, one that he would not shun, nor ignore. He embraced it, an eager darkness edging his smirk as he returned it, a sort of vile glee in the idea of diversions. Yes, he could provide them. Each time they would be more bloody, and far more steeped in a horror the most of the Walls could not possibly comprehend. It would be beautiful in their way, and horrific in others.

His attachment to the knight was perhaps a little more blanketed in rotting engagement than he'd first thought.

"I'm certain you'll survive through them, especially with the thought of promised riches," he remarked. They were not ordinary riches. No gold need sparkle between them. It would be that high of pleasure and the cloak of death to shed and embrace. "And I promise, you will hear of every detail. I will recall it all for you."

Quirin leaned ever so slightly forward. "It is a shame you can't accompany me, but I swear to you, my liege, that I will provide every song of blood and touch of death, as you want, when you wish." There was no higher assurance than that. It was in his power, and it would be done. So too would it be enjoyed by them both.

Beyond measure.


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Utopia District / Re: String theory. [Justica]
« Last post by Quirin Drexler on March 25, 2020, 07:49:35 PM »
It was ridiculous, he found, that the church could have such glamour and riches and yet use so little of it to do anything remarkably useful. Who wanted to deal with urchins and those seeking to be told that yes, they were doing the right thing, and no, they weren't but if you just do this then everything will be better! It made him scoff, seeing those crawl to religion and beg for forgiveness. They didn't want to confront their behaviour, nor truly make amends for it.

All they wanted was to feel good about themselves.

That was all it was about, and he couldn't fathom what the ministers were actually doing. Did they care? Were they so sure of themselves in 'helping' others that they would devote their lives to it? Perhaps he could have understood, were they doing anything for the good of mankind.

But they weren't. And they wouldn't enjoy his methods either.

The idiot led him inside, and there he came to see Minister Justica. What a ridiculous name. Likely false, he had already decided. But there was only so much information he could get about those within the church. There were secrets around the church, ones kept so tight to the chest that an outsider surely couldn't prise anything out.

"Minister," he greeted warmly, not sparing a glance around. "My name is Officer Quirin Drexler. I'm the member of the Military Police Brigade charged with ensuring your total protection today." And longer, if need be, though he hoped to wipe away the supposed threat without issue by the morning. Some excuse would come up. A Garrison soldier had falsified the reason for the threats, or a civilian had wrongly accused the church. Desperate and grieving, it was only natural. The church was unlikely to pursue charges when nothing was done.

And if they did? He'd find a scapegoat.


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Mitras / Re: Capital connections. [Marjorie]
« Last post by Quirin Drexler on March 25, 2020, 07:42:21 PM »
"I'm sure we could at least peruse for a possible detour," he remarked easily, the charade of gentle friendship, one that could get him so far with the right people. It amused him to know just how many some would fall for a pretty face and a honey-layered voice. Hardly an issue, of course, and one that greatly benefited him. Some nobles would do anything for a taste of extra loyalty, for the falsehood of a friend in a soldier who could look after them, look out for them, look to them for whatever it was they desired.

It was pathetic, and half the nobles he knew deserved to struggle in mud.

A brief chuckle slipped from his lips as he steered the wheelchair inside. "You're right,[/b]" he agreed smoothly, with no struggle as he wheeled her in. "I'm sure it must be preferable to take your pick, rather than look for the pickings remaining. Is there anything in particular you'd like? I'd be happy to flag a servant."

To take the slightest amount of tension out by demanding the pamperment of his charge. A release from this mask he would be under for some hours.

He just had to secure the knowledge he required.


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Training Corps Barracks & Grounds / Re: A Lesson in Discipline
« Last post by Levi Ackerman on March 25, 2020, 03:42:25 AM »
Levi was more than glad that he usually stayed as far away from teaching as he possibly could, and he was as intent as ever to keep it that way. Not only were cadets testing his patience even more than any human did at any given time anyway, no, they were also highly frustrating and downright infuriating. He was here to teach them and they could take it or leave it - he was all for making their own decisions and living with them and the consequences, but he’d be damned if he tolerated such a messy, noisy environment. Levi liked for things to be in order, and despite his rather unruly upbringing in the slums of the capital, he had always striven to have his affairs as clean cut and direct as possible. Teaching was no different: he instructed, they learned. End of story.

This intake’s cadets seemed to be especially rebellious, and the captain’s eyes narrowed slightly at the persisting chatter. He ignored the remark directed at him by one of the downright insultingly tall cadets towards the front, filing it under “idiots trying to get into my good books” and let his eyes wander further and through the rows. He should have protested this situation harder, and he would make damn sure that Erwin would not set him up like this again. However, none of the cadets left at his words and he took this as a sign to continue with the lesson for now.

“Hand to hand combat and knife work,” Levi repeated, producing a small knife seemingly out of nowhere, twirling it between his fingers. He was about to speak again when he was interrupted and he caught his knife, gaze wandering to the petit female further down the aisles.

“With respect Sir I don’t understand how this will help us fight Titans…”

Ah. There it was. The ridiculously single mindedness of everyone new to the military, the total focus on eliminating titans and becoming a hero. How ignorant of them. How absolutely stupid.

“You will most likely not defeat a titan in hand to hand combat, that is correct.” He let the fact that she so rudely interrupted him slide for now, his tone level yet carrying his annoying nonetheless. “But not all of you will end up fighting titans. The Military Police rarely even gets to see a titan and even the members of the Garrison are usually busier managing civilians than defending the walls from titans.” His pale grey eyes wandered over the lined up cadets, taking in their expressions. “Even if you end up joining the Survey Corps, knowing how to properly wield a knife may well safe your life, or at least make many things easier. You never know what or who you need defending from. You cannot be prepared enough for what is out there, and *nothing* that increases your strength, your speed and your wit is for naught, let me tell you as much.”

His eyes wandered back to the initial speaker, narrowing further as his voice turned just a tad icier. “However, if you deem my teachings pointless, you are free to leave and take your chances without the proper foundation work. Don’t think I could care less.”


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