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Author Topic: [OPEN] [Harvest Feast] Off-duty.  (Read 1498 times)

[Harvest Feast] Off-duty.
« on: October 26, 2018, 11:08:24 PM »
[ October 846 ]

There were few times when Gunther felt at ease at festivals. At times it was, in part, due to how Scouts were viewed by the public - all too often there were jeers shouted out. Why hadn't they took Wall Maria back yet? Weren't they strong enough? Such thoughts haunted his nightmares, of twisted limbs and partial bodies brought back to safety.

What had happened to Wall Maria was also in his thoughts. He dreaded the downtime, hated feeling on edge, expecting murderous giants to sweep through the Wall and attack even deeper into human territory.

The Harvest Feast was one occasion where he sought peace. Celebrating food was ever more important, with less mouths to feed but far less land to grow on. It was also a time when soldiers, all of them, were reminded of what they were fighting for, and people genuinely appeared to thank them for their service. There were other such occasions, but to Gunther, the feast felt like people were truly there for one another.

Titans couldn't break their culture apart.

Gunther slipped into the market, browsing wares. His eyes locked onto a particularly delicious looking pie stall. At once, he was in line. He hadn't chosen to wear his uniform, given that he wasn't on duty, though he knew others liked to. Instead, a dusty blue cloak, a gift from his grandfather, draped over his back, clasped at his throat with thin ties. Beneath, a brown tunic and trousers were near enough hidden.

A scuffle to his side caused him to act quickly. His fingers curled around a person's arm at the shoulder, stopping them from tumbling to the ground as somebody shoved past them. "Watch it," Gunther's quiet voice warned, watching the stranger continue past. Just a civilian. Arrogant, believing their space to be of the only importance, he expected. From that walk, certainly.

"Careful of your footing," he directed to the caught stranger, releasing his hold of them once their balance seemed adjusted.

[ ooc: feel free to be the caught stranger, the arrogant stranger, or an onlooker ]

Re: [Harvest Feast] Off-duty.
« Reply #1 on: November 17, 2018, 07:54:09 PM »
(OOC: Looking at Miri and Gunther's ages  I think they could know each other from training. Tabby is about 8 years old.)

It had taken some doing, but Miri had managed to beg a few days off. It was important, Tabby, her niece, had not seen her paternal grandparents in a while and as Miri’s parents had to work - Miri had taken her. Tabby’s grandparents were servants in a wealthy house and did have to work a few days during their visit, but it was nice to spend time in the evening with them.

Today, while Tabby’s grandparents were away, Miri had decided to take her to check out some of the Harvest Feast festivities. She was dressed for the slight chill in a dark green skirt and heavy flannel blouse with a check pattern. Tabby was in a blue jumper with a sweater underneath. A new yellow cloak (a Harvest Feast gift from her grandparents) was clasped with a little carved bird at her throat. Tabby was very proud of the bird and she wore it like a medal.

They wandered the stalls together and Miri let Tabby pick out a few treats and a new dress for her doll, which she carried with her everywhere. It was just an old rag doll, but it meant the world to the little girl.

The pair had been standing in line, waiting to buy some warm apple cider, when something caught Tabby’s eye and she darted off. Miri had followed but had soon lost sight of her in the crowd. She cursed and pushed her through the masses of people.

Tabby has seen a little cat and had taken off after it. She had been able to keep up with it, her eyes on the cat and the cat alone. When she lost sight of the creature, she had stopped to try and get her bearings. She let out a squeak as she was nearly taken off her feet when two people scuffling knocked into her - dropping her doll as she lost her footing.

"Careful of your footing."

Tabby felt herself steadied and look up to see a large man, about the same age as her aunt, looking down at her.

Miri had fought her way through the crowd, calling Tabby’s name. After what seemed like forever, but was probably only five minutes, she caught side of the familiar yellow cloak. And the blue cloaked man holding onto her niece. Pushing past people and stepping on a few toes, Miri took hold of the man’s other arm and snarled, “And what do you think you’re doing with my niece?”


Re: [Harvest Feast] Off-duty.
« Reply #2 on: November 23, 2018, 01:51:25 AM »
The girl looked up at him, and he couldn't be sure what she was feeling. He had been hoping for some remark of gratitude, but the present climate so often suggested the very opposite was far more likely. Even better, he got nothing out of her, not a peep. It was disappointing, but not unexpected.

Fingers clutched at his own arm, and he turned his head to face a woman, hardness in her eyes. With the girl released, his eyes widened, taken aback by how it had so suddenly turned on him. It took him a moment to even say anything, lips parted, hesitant to say anything wrong.

"I kept her from falling over," Gunther said after that moment's pause. "Your niece was knocked over by a ruffian, miss," he added as further explanation, with a vague gesture in the direction the arrogant stranger had gone in. With any luck, the girl might back him up.

He'd known plenty of maternal and paternal figures blinded by that love only a parent could know, to go on the offence even with a perfectly reasonable explanation behind the action.

They always seared him with glares when their expeditions ended.

Re: [Harvest Feast] Off-duty.
« Reply #3 on: February 03, 2019, 03:31:52 AM »
"I kept her from falling over. Your niece was knocked over by a ruffian, miss."

"Is that what happened?" Miri asked Tabby, her eyes flicking from her niece to the man - who looked just vaguely familiar.  The little girl nodded, "Yes. I got bumped into and almost fell. He caught me." She turned to stare back up at the man. "Thank you," she said softly before bending to pick up the old rag doll.  It had been stepped on a few times and was now very dirty - with one of the button eyes coming loose.

"Well then, thank you very much." Miri said, the forced sternness in her voice slipping away into a chirpy and sing-song cadence, "She's such a silly goose. I can't keep her on a leash but maybe I could put a bell on her."

Miri took another look at the man's face, her gaze lingering here and there. He was about her age and very stern looking - with eyes that seemed older than the rest of his face. She also thought he looked just a bit nervous. Which struck her as odd. She could not imagine that out of her uniform she was that intimidating.

"So is that your hobby? Running around and saving small run-away children from ruffians?" She laughed at her own little joke, "Well then...what's your name hero? I need to know who saved the day."

Placing her hands on her hips, she waited for the man to answer. She'd offer to buy him some hot cider as a thank you. Did she know him from somewhere? Miri was sure she had seen him before and it was starting to bother her. "You do have a name - don't you hero?"
« Last Edit: February 03, 2019, 03:32:15 AM by Miriam Gracey »

Re: [Harvest Feast] Off-duty.
« Reply #4 on: February 13, 2019, 01:15:37 PM »
As the girl showed gratitude, and attested to the truth of his statement, Gunther bowed his head to her. "You're welcome," he said gently, briefly eyeing the doll. His attention was torn however by the aunt, whose change in how she spoke to him almost surprised him. Truthfully, he wasn't used to that - the way people could jump from emotional extremes in conversation in such a sudden flow.

He wasn't sure what to say, practically stunned into silence. As she continued to speak, he took another moment to catch up. She seemed... pleasant now, which was good, but he was still adjusting. As she prompted him again for his name, he cleared his throat. "Gunther Schultz, ma'am," he answered politely.

"Something of a hobby - your niece here was minding her own business, I wouldn't like her, or any, hurt due to the lack of perception of another," he reasoned. Saying a bad word against anybody would only draw negative attitudes towards him, so he kept it balance. "Though I don't think 'hero' quite suits me." A ghost of a smile on his lips. If only that were how civilians at large considered the Scouts.

If only.

"Just take care, hm?" he directed to the girl, again glancing at the doll. "Seems that your doll there is a little battle-worn. Are you able to fix her up?" He almost offered himself, though he knew that was both improbable and imposing - likely she, or a family member, was used to taking care of such things. Perhaps even her aunt.

Re: [Harvest Feast] Off-duty.
« Reply #5 on: February 24, 2019, 01:11:42 AM »
"Gunther Schultz, ma'am."

"Ma'am?" Miri muffled a snort, "People normally only call me ma'am when I'm in uniform." After a beat, she added, "I'm in the Garrison. Over in Trost though." She adjusted her glasses and looked away for a moment.  Not everyone reacted positively to the Garrison. Some saw them as lazy goldbrickers (admittedly more than a few members were) and some saw them as agents of the crown since the Garrison acted as more a police force than the actual MPs.  This man seemed calm - but Miri had been around long enough to know better than to judge by first impressions.

"Something of a hobby - your niece here was minding her own business, I wouldn't like her, or any, hurt due to the lack of perception of another. Though I don't think 'hero' quite suits me."

"So...you're a modest hero then?" She smiled back at him and shrugged, "That's probably the best kind." Miri let her eyes fall steady on the man's face. She was sure she had seen him before. She could just not place where.

"Just take care, hm?. Seems that your doll there is a little battle-worn. Are you able to fix her up?"

"Don't worry Gunther the Hero...I think my mom can fix this," Miri said - looking at the doll.

"Grandma can fix it," Tabby repeated...still staring up at Gunther with wide eyes.

"Miri," Tabby asked in a whisper that only a child could think would not be heard, "Why does his hair stick up like that?"


Re: [Harvest Feast] Off-duty.
« Reply #6 on: March 19, 2019, 01:23:51 AM »
Uniform - he guessed the Garrison before she confirmed it. Gunther had long learned to not be quite so judgemental of the Garrison Regiment, having both close acquaintances and friends even in their ranks. More than that, the great amount of soldiers meant there was plenty of diversity in the ranks. It was the Military Police who, of any of the divisions, were the most stereotyped and true to rumour. "Ah. Well, I'd rather be polite," he responded, with a slight smile. "What's your focus? Wall, civilian, and so forth?" He wasn't quite so familiar with their various specialities.

He chuckled low at her question, a pleasant rarity. "I'd agree with that... but it might break my streak of modesty," he murmured, looking at her. She was studying him, perhaps looking for something. He couldn't be certain.

Nodding at the response, Gunther was glad to hear they could get it fixed up. The young girl's remark elicited a quirked eyebrow, vaguely amused by the lack of quietness to her whisper. "I've been so windswept in the survey corps expeditions that it's caused a permanent style I can't change," he answered seriously enough, then winked at Tabby. "Always make sure to brush your hair before riding. Or wear your hood up."


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