Eagle Ordinary

“ N-Nein.. ” He sniffled.. “ N-nicht.. Nicht recht jetzt... ” Drocol began to lay on the stone cold floor, his hands still covering his face. “ Gut Tag, kalt boden.. ” He greets the cold floor, though tears were to be expected.. He got rid of the clear yet salty liquid rolling down his cheeks. The S...

With a simple nod, Drocol leaves the room and suddenly comes back with a mop and water bucket. The Krieger cleans up the mess surrounding the bucket and with a sigh... No more vomit was to be seen, well.. Except for the vomit in the other bucket.

When the scream bounced off the walls and into his seemingly shattered mind. Drocol dropped the Confessor, making sure that his aide didn't fall onto his rear. Poor man might pop a hip. The Krieger then stood there in shock as he saw the frightened woman. Seeing the absolute horror etched on her fac...

" C-confessor..? " The Krieger looks at Kibby as he helps him up, then grabs his robes neck piece. " B-BIN ICH DEFEKT!? " He adds another hand and grips onto it harshly. " Why do I persist AUF DAS LEBEN!? " Drocol lifts the short Confessor off his feet. His light blue e...

[Time skip] Drocol Ritter, also known as #28-D-0715 the Defective.. Was sitting alone in the front, on a pew thinking hard.. He closes his eyes, concealing his royal blue iris' before taking off his Respirator and breathes in and out. Suddenly gasps and open his eyes, revealing his light blue eyes t...

After thinking hard on the figurine he picked, Drocol revealed the miniature he chose. It depicted a stoic looking Human. The man wore his iron armour with pride, that’s eerily similar to the Severan Dominate. But stood confidantly as he held his shield who had a sword sheathed in it. “ I choose thi...

She turned to Drocol, took his pan, and ordered, "When he's done start cleaning his wounds with a rag and alcohol. Be gentle. And what did I say about looking grim?" “ Irrelvant.. ” He retorted, before walking out of the room and coming back with Razvhod and a rag in hand. “ Unit will be....

“Yes, Hospitaller..” As if ignoring the last order, Drocol walks off and retrieves the pan and stood beside her. His face however, stayed the same. “Pan, retrieved. On standby..”

The Officer follows the troublesome lady, wondering what kind of excuse she’ll come up with as they reach the hidden cache.

With a curt nod, the Krieger goes to a cupboard and pulls out a small roll of cloth, wrapped in a mix of plastic and paper. Connected with a small piece of metal which held it together. “ Bandages.. Ready. ” He stated with no emotion in his tone. What would probably make the patient uncomfortable, w...

It would make her even more curious, as whenever she saw him, his eyes never changed colour. As if they were permanently affixed. But as she caught him off, which was rarely, he still had his quirk of changing his iris’ colour.. “ Yes, Hospitaller. ” He said as he saluted sharply. Turning on his hee...

When the music began, Drocol made his exit. At the cost of a cookie that, with one inaudible bang, was crushed by his fist to dispense some.. Anger . ---------------- Happy to be recognised and deeply touched by her superiors comment. Valentina places a hand on Anya’s arm, “ T-Thank you, Ordinate Kr...

Drocol closed his eyes as the papers were thrown into his face. Then opens them as she left the table. He did not follow her, nor did he watch her leave. He simply stared at the dance floor imagining of what could have been, if he took the risk... Slowly, he looked away from the dance floor and look...

"Unit #5001..." Knowing the voice, he looks up and responds accordingly. #5001 salutes her, “ Ja, Hauptgefreiter? Do you have ne— ” A document was dropped into Drocol's lap before falling down on the floor. When the Krieger returned back to his seat with the mysterious Document, he saw Un...

The Krieger hesitated on raising his drink, and was.. bemused at the ending of his little speech. But nevetheress, he whispered the merry phrase and finished what was left in his.. 4th glass of Rahzvod. He was disappointed as it hasn’t kicked in yet.. maybe a fifth will do the trick.. --------------...

A sigh of relief emitted from Drocol as he saw the Servo-Skull float gleefully toward crowded table. Searching for it’s next “innocent” target for a bit of festive-mischief.

His face was impassive, and was breathing heavily. But as he got closer his panting was no longer heard. Just calm breathing. “ Oh nothing, for now.. ” He replied with a grin. Until he got closer, he stopped his approach, then bent down to level his face with hers. “ Just looking for a.. Cart, stole...

Fascinating.. Well, every Candlemas was fascinating. Just the ones that he partook in many battlefield’s ago. It was rare for him actually, being the son of Krieg after all! Expecting to be antisocial and just down as ever, but are surprised when a majority of Red-Skulled Kriegers and some “common” ...

After gathering the items the Captain gave them, they tucked the books under their arm. Then they rose and headed for the door. Knowing full well that time here is over. Without a word, they leaves the office..

[Exit Thread]

Out of Johannes peripheral vision.. Their fists curled, popped and cracked. Was this an indiciation that they dissapproved? Or was it just harmless satisfaction of the noise..? Before the Captain could guess, Drocol replied, “Affirmative.”