[Open/Rank Cautions] Regimental Relations (or:Pawnch a Kreegerr)

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Postby blinddeadmcjones » Mon Jul 30, 2018 9:34 am

"well, that happened" levi responded to the scene happening in front of him in a straightforward case of putting mouth into motion before brain was in gear "y'know if you wanted to be tied up - or tie someone else up - all you had to do was ask."
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Postby Toasty » Mon Jul 30, 2018 2:11 pm

The Chem-Dog picked herself off the dirt floor, let out another cough "Gee, you're lucky you didn't burst my tank..." she then extended her arms out at her sides as to let the Krieger assort her items within her coat. She slowly moves a hand to pat the pockets that weren't filled with weapons and ammo packs as to avoid another situation, looking up at the Hospitaller with yet another smile. "Yeah? Don't promise me with a good time, lady. I'll see you there earlier!" Moto chuckled to herself before diverting her attention back to her pockets. "Where the hell did you put my mask? My throats starting to itch..." The Chem-Dog let out a soft wheeze as she opened her trench coat, peering through the various cloth containers. Unbeknownst to her, was that the modified gasmask lay a couple feet behind her, seemingly detached from her tank.

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Postby LaxKnight » Wed Aug 01, 2018 2:12 am

Mari simply gave Moto a cold stare to her crass reply. When the Chem-Dog began searching her pockets for her gas mask the Hospitaller’s face began to soften into some mild worry for a moment until a bandaged man found it and offered it to her. Seeing the crisis resolved and having no reason to be here anymore, the Hospitaller quietly turned and left the tent. Hopefully, she'll make it back to the Ward on time.

[Unless she get's shot at again or someone starts dying, Mari has left the scene.]
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Postby Fates End » Fri Aug 03, 2018 6:58 pm

"In life, war. In death, peace. In life, shame. In death, atonement."

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Postby Fates End » Sun Aug 05, 2018 3:29 pm

Once in the corner and distanced from wary ears. Ash spun round and looked at Erica once more. And then with careful movements reached up and undid the straps on his gasmask, removing it and the helmet a moment later to reveal his weathered, tired features. "Specialist, if I am not mistaken you disagree with my actions. This tent is intended for regimental cohesion of all sorts, including the multiple elements of the 554th." He stated in a surprisingly gentle tone. "Am I correct? Do you disagree with how that situation was handled? Speak freely."
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Postby Johannes Wyss von Krieg » Sun Aug 05, 2018 4:46 pm

NEVER Question a Superior's Decision in the field. Such a thing can come later, later is now but still there are no protests.

"Negative, Sir. This Unit has no Protests." it answered, looking straight back at the Watchmaster. "Explanation: This Unit acted on assumption of attack on Ally Unit based on proximity of shot. This Unit Proceeded course of action despite discovering the fault of the weapon. Reasoning: Penal Unit failed to Maintain Lethal Equipment, Grenades are Lethal Equipment, Potential Damage from Spontaneous Explosion or Discharge of other Weapons. -Existence of additional Faulty Equipment unknown, demanding immediate disarmament and investigation. Your Order to perform maintenance on the weapon and the Hospitallier's commitment to validate so negated Potential Damage -No Reason to Arrest Penal Unit."

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Postby Fates End » Sun Aug 05, 2018 5:40 pm

The watchmaster's cool blue eyes searched Erika's face, looking for any sort of sign of the personality exuded less than an hour prior. It would seem entirely replaced by the automaton-like qualities now evident.

He nodded once, "Very well. Return to your original duties."
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Postby Toasty » Tue Aug 07, 2018 6:06 pm

"Hm? Oh, thanks." The Chem-Dog quickly took the mask from the mans hands, pulling her tubes to over her shoulders as she reattached them to the mask as tight as she could before sticking it to her face and drawing in a heavy lungful of air, her eyelids fluttering for a moment as she was hit with the altered air within her tank. "Well then, I guess I'll go sit in the corner and relax for a bit till I'm needed..." Moto turned to face the left over crew around her, giving them each a nod before walking off towards an empty portion of the Tent and sat down upon the floor, reattaching the gas mask over her face before opening up her coat to idly sort through her pockets.

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Postby Fates End » Fri Aug 10, 2018 3:08 am

Truthfully. Being told that they sought redemption for unearned sins sounded extremely close to heresy, for the Grenadiers. Two soldiers raised almost from birth itself to believe that their world had sinned, that "They" had sinned by association, and that the only way to ever begin to redeem their damned world was to die . . . there were few other ways they could take it.

Of course they'd had doubts. Being far older than many other Kriegers were expected to live, and having seen more of their regiment die than could almost be fathomed . . . they had doubts, oh yes. But they weren't about to admit that to anyone except for their closest compatriots.

The two shared a glance, then stared back at the ground. Truly unsure of what to do. He hadn't ended in a question. It sounded awfully like heresy. And they were quite sure if they tried to kill him for sounding suspiciously heretical then their Watchmaster would be displeased. "Yes?" The first speaker queried hesitantly. Obviously the more talkative of the two, his slightly expanded vocabulary hadn't prepared him for Tech Priests who held insane notions on the aspect of Krieg shame and sin.
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Postby Whiteshield Cannon Fodder » Sat Aug 11, 2018 1:39 am

"Oh, nothing," Milo burbled, shuffling past them and giving them each a cheery pat on the shoulder. "It is just a stray thought, I suppose. Think nothing of it." Did they think at all? Looking into those gasmasks, the mess of wires saw men about as human as he himself was. In their dogged belief, were they men, or machines themselves? Realizing that this train of thought would lead eventually cause him to go rocketing off-topic, he slithered off, leaving the Grenadiers and feeling no less at ease than when he appeared. "F4R3W3LL." M1-L0's clumsy attempt at erasing his accent was dropped, and his odd binary-Gothic hybrid was the last thing he clicked at the Kriegers before rounding a tent and leaving.
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Postby Fates End » Wed Aug 22, 2018 2:15 am

The Grenadiers shared a glance and a pair of swift hand gestures that seemed to almost approximate a shrug before returning to their stalwart stances at the entrance.


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Meanwhile, inside the tent things seemed to be returning to something akin to normal, if such a term could be used for a new event such as this. Several more guardsmen had now entered and were poking about. Some chatted about the rock-like cookies, laughing at the idea of Kriegers baking.

Ash watched as a Valhallan challenged a Grenadier to a fist fight and steadily started to pummel the Krieger with heavy blows, keeping the lanky figure on the defensive. He watched as several more placed bets on how long the Krieger would last, and a few start cheering for Croaker's bout as well. Behind his mask, Ash watched it all. And for just a moment, seemed proud. Even as the representatives of his regiment were being pummeled, their pale skin battered and their blood staining the sand and dirt in the squares . . . he seemed proud.

After a minute or two of watching, he slapped his gloves together in a clap that could only be heard from a few feet away. Gathering the attention of several Grenadiers despite the soft tone. What followed were several swift gestures, battle-sign that seemed both familiar to those who knew Standard Imperium combat signs and entirely unknown at once. Whatever was communicated caused a pair of Grenadiers detach from the sides of the tent and head towards Sergeant Manner and Lance Corporal Moto, ducking their heads respectfully when they reached the two.

The one that approached Manner spoke up with a voice that sounded as though he had a spent a lifetime smoking Iho's and then a second lifetime being choked by dust. "Sergeant, would you show how your regiment fights? We would appreciate a lesson."

Meanwhile the second inclined his gasmask to Moto, a lanky Grenadier with a disturbingly (for a Krieger) easy-going way of movement that carried over to his speech. "Lance Corporal. The Watchmaster thinks we'll be assigned to fight alongside Chem Dogs in the future. Care for a bout in the square?" He questioned in a light tone.
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Postby Nevaraon » Wed Aug 22, 2018 4:37 pm

Croaker, having finished his match with #66, was sitting topless on top of his Warplate. Which in turn made a nice seat for the bruised Katavarian. He was sipping a drink that had been provided at the refreshment table. He seemed to be relaxed and taking in the few combat bouts going on in the area.

Always an easy going man, he seemed even more at home and relaxed than normal. If a bit oblivious to the immediate vicinity.

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Postby Riveris » Sun Aug 26, 2018 3:33 pm

Dug used his forfinger and this thumb to feel around the soft fabric in his grasp. Remembering what the Commissar always told him if he got jittry. Take a deep breath. Think of the Emperor. Breath out. He noticed that he was being talked to. He blinked and looked down "Oh R'oght." he said as he looked at her trench coat. "could umm....feel dat?" he said bluntly. Commissar said it was rude to just grab peoples clothing to feel it. he held up the red fabric to her. "Ill let ya feel my rag." The rag itself was remarkably clean and not to warn down. red in color. shimmering slightly in the light.


Wilfred took a moment to look at the chem dog. Then Took a moment to look at dug. Before nodding at the man. "Be glad to. If you dont mind I aint all flesh that is" smiling to the man. gesturing to his leg and arm "Pack of Ihos and a drink for the winner?" he asked as he held his left hand out to shake.

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Postby Heart|Soul » Wed Aug 29, 2018 10:57 pm

Lee had been staring at the sign for some time now, debating on whether or not he wanted to go inside. Eventually, he shrugged and wandered in past the guards, taking a look around. It certainly fulfilled its purpose, with the numerous fighting rings and- were those cookies? Taking one, he bit into it experimentally, managing to break off a piece. It was... passable. Better than he could have done, that's for sure. As he gnawed on the cookie piece, he took another look around, this time focusing on the people. Spotting Croaker, a mischievous smile grew on his face.

He made his way over, slapping the Katavarian on the shoulder. "Oi, Croaker. Hear you're a good fighter. You want a match while we're both here?" Taking a closer look at him, he noticed the bruises on the shorter man, and let out a chuckle. "Ooh, looks like someone got a hold of you already. Who was it?"

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