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Chat, Games & Banter / Housing?
« Last post by Quiet on Today at 03:22:37 AM »
So let us talk about living situation and decor! My husband and I are really in the process of decorating our house (after almost 4 years of being in it  XD) so I want to know about how your characters would decorate their living spaces.

I think a lot would depend on where they live. Pixis lives in an actual house (which I headcanon as being owned by the military for the use of the Garrison Commander) so his ability to decorate would probably be different than Anka or Arkin who live in the Officers section of the Garrison barracks. Or Miri who is married and lives in what I imagine is some sort of unofficial military housing. (When my parents were in the military, we lived off base in a complex that was not official housing but was still like, 85% military families.)

So where do they live and how have they decorated?

I'll add Anka, Arkin, Pixis, and Miri tomorrow. I'm curious to see what ya'll come up with!

(Feel free to expand/improve these questions.  :) :))

Wall Rose / Re: Thundering hooves. [Anka/Pixis]
« Last post by Dot Pixis on July 17, 2018, 01:52:05 AM »
(I'll push us to Utopia and try and tie in the Garrison/Utopia thread. Let me know if anything needs change.)

While he trusted the Elite troops implicitly, Pixis knew that the sooner they got to Utopia, the better.  He would be able to coordinate with the other troops and leaders easier and he just needed to see what was going on.

He raised his tired eyes and looked at Anka and Gustav. They seemed so young for a moment, even though they both had more than a decade of service under their belts and had earned his respect many times over. Perhaps he was just feeling his age.

Pixis rubbed a callused hand over his face and studied the map a moment longer. He nodded his approval when Gustav and Anka both affirmed the Elites would overtake them to Utopia. That was good. He trusted Ian and the rest to do what they could until the rest of the troops arrived. Small groups like his or the Elites could travel with speed - but larger groups or groups hauling cannons - they would take time.

“I have the utmost faith in both of you and the Elites. And maybe I’ll finally meet a gorgeous lady Titan.”

Before Pixis could add to that, Gustav announced that the messenger was in sight. As the young woman rode up, Pixis stood to greet her.

The conversation was to the point. Titans. The Utopia guard were being overrun and reinforcements were needed. The words carnage and chaos were used several times.  Pixis ordered the girl to rest by the lake for a little before riding out again.

He splashed some water on his face and ordered Anka and Gustav to fix up their canteens along with any extra containers they had with them. The sun was beating down on them...and there would be those desperate for a last drink.


They rode hard and made it to Utopia in a time, had the situation not been so desperate, that Pixis would have bragged about.

They rode hard and made it to Utopia in a time, had the situation not been so desperate, that Pixis would have bragged about.

Chaos and carnage were right. And truly did not touch the sight that met the old man’s eyes.  He sighed and scanned the horizon. As if knowing they had arrived, in the distance, a green flare rose in the sky.

“Ah. There would be the Elites,”  he shouted as he pushed Abraham on, “Gustav! Send a flare to let them know we are here.”

(We will get to the action soon. Just wanted to get everyone close to where they needed to be.)

Wall Rose / Re: Thundering hooves. [Anka/Pixis]
« Last post by Anka Rheinberger on July 16, 2018, 11:52:04 PM »
Anka left Thistle by the lake, noting how small the mare appeared next to Quill and Abraham, before turning towards the two men. They were as dusty and tired looking as she was.

She nodded when Gustav mentioned that the Elite teams would pass them soon if they had already not done so, “They must have been right behind us. I saw Team Leader Holt who was going with them on the stairs and he said they would take a slightly different route. I’m sure they will beat us.”

While horrific did not even begin to touch the situation, she was glad she was with Gustav. Even though neither of them was the strongest of combatants - there was really no one other than Gustav who she would rather go into battle with. And for someone as old as he was - Pixis would still hold his own.

“How many cannons can we have moved from Karanes and Krolva now?"

“Holt said they were preparing to move about a third. Most cannon team leaders were accompanying the cannons with one or two of their team members,” Anka answered, doing her best to remember the hurried conversation she had had with Arkin as they rushed past each other on the steps. Most Garrison soldiers could operate cannons if they had to so there was no real reason to bring entire teams.

“The Elites will be able to start without us,” Anka affirmed. “They will know what to do.”

Anka was confident in that. But knowing what do did not always protect against injury and death. Though her face did not show it, she was worried for her friends.

Training Corps Barracks & Grounds / Re: Camp Crashing
« Last post by Gunther Schultz on July 15, 2018, 05:51:26 PM »
Gunther said little on their journey, as was expected from the oft-silent soldier. He listened as the others spoke, reflecting on the situation. A supposed rise in the amount of cadets even showing interest in the Survey Corps was strange, though perhaps unexpected with recent events. After all, the fall of Wall Maria had affected all in some way, and he believed that survivors would have the most want to take revenge. Whether that was bravery or stupidity, he did not know.

Listening to the exchange between Luke and Nanaba, the brunet drew closer to the mane of his horse, Theodoric, whose pace quickened. His command over his steed were light, Theodoric understanding the twitches of reins almost instinctively. They hadn't been 'partners' of a sort for long, his last lost during an expedition, but it was true that the relationship between a Scout and their steed was important. Trust was paramount, in his belief.

"This is the first generation since the Wall fell," the quiet Gunther finally said, voice louder than usual due to the rushing of hooves thundering beneath them. "Everything about them will be different from what we've seen before, how we were when we were trained." There would always be something different about them. While he disagreed with Luke's more positive outlook in treating the cadets, he wondered if such interactions were beneficial. Titans had always plagued the Walls, but these cadets were victims more than ever. Orphans, refugees.

Dark eyes looked ahead he encouraged Theodoric on. The speed with which they travelled now, they'd be there in no time. Then they would see what the cadets were like for themselves. If his theory on why there might be more Scout-ambitious cadets was to be confirmed, they'd have to see firsthand. For that, he intended to be cautious and observant.

First Time / Re: RISE: a sci-fi/dystopian roleplay [jcink]
« Last post by Puffin on July 14, 2018, 01:41:29 PM »

Trost District / Re: Scratching out reports. [Arkin]
« Last post by Arkin Holt 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)
« Last post by Arkin Holt 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)
« Last post by Arkin Holt 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.

Plotters / Re: Casting Call for Camp Crashing!!
« Last post by Webs on July 12, 2018, 04:54:31 PM »
Throwing in Axel Falkenrath, being one of the more vocal Scout-ambitious Cadets. Plus, at Lou's urging, Gunther Schultz for the Scout envoy!

First Time / RISE: a sci-fi/dystopian roleplay [jcink]
« Last post by tek on July 12, 2018, 12:35:47 PM »

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