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Postby Tabitha Maru » Thu Jan 03, 2019 5:58 am

The mysterious woman had noticed Tabitha's scrutinizing of her and returned it with a smile. It still vexed the young cadian that she couldn't put a finger on where she had seen the woman before, but she did not seem to be much in the way of a threat. There was no way she carried any weapon that could cause serious damage. Maybe a knife or a hold-out pistol but nothing more than that. There wasn't any reason to report her in to the rest of security. She felt like she needed a bit more justification than "she looks familiar somehow".

Instead, something else called her attention. Namely the commandant trying to duck out of sight. Not very succesfully either. Looking down the street she saw a refugee stopping dead in her tracks staring at the commandant with a mortified expression and then trying to blend in with the crowd. She thought it was rather strange behaviour to say the least, certainly the most conspicous tonight... and that was despite Lt Halvus having arrived a moment ago.

"Commandant? Who is she? Do you want us to stop her?"
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Postby Commissar Cat » Thu Jan 03, 2019 7:45 pm

"N-no, miss, she's welcome here." Lothar was startled from his fluster by Tabitha. His face returned to human complexion, and then settled for an uncharacteristic blush despite the cold of the evening.
"She used to be part of the PDF, before the war. She didn't leave for the same reason anyone else did." McKinnon wasn't sure where to look, or if he could meet Tabitha's eye, but he realised rumours would eventually catch up with him, and only leave a worse impression.

"You'd likely think me an incompetent if I explained..." Lothar finally looked at the young Cadian, compared to how composed and indifferent the noble had looked at the start of the evening, the commandant now simply appeared haunted, and almost human.
"But... You have to understand that Naris had a good portion of nobility in the military." he spoke quietly, "Many young career officers. Not all of them honest." he shook his head, "Not all of them even nobility, truly. But almost all egotistical and trying to build something from that prestige."

The commandant followed Aesteban and Tracy with his head for a short but notable moment, "Not all of us yearn for that time, Miss Maru. Not all of us would be in a hurry to see that particular facet of humanity return to Naris."
Returning his gaze to Lana, Lothar shook his head faintly, "The wrong people always ended up getting hurt by their games."

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Steeling himself, Lothar stepped from his post, and towards Lana, the crowds parting with natural good will, most people busy with their own revelries, not having yet picked up on the two awkward young Narisians.
"It's been a while, Lana." McKinnon stopped short, for a moment a little visibly puzzled at Lana being alone... But he then smiled calmly and held out his hand for her to take if she wished, "Come, let's sort you dinner and hopefully there's good drink left if the Vostroyans haven't sunk it all."

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Postby NicklausOfKrieg » Thu Jan 03, 2019 11:42 pm

@ Johannes Wyss non Krieg & LaxKnight

'Give her some space?' Faeburn looked like he was about to lash out a rebuke at the Kriegerin for how clinical she was being about the situation, but he held back, his tense gaze relaxing somewhat as his eyes cast down at the snow. He then winced in concentration as though weighing his options, the scar across his face making a gnarled grimace. 'You can trust a guardsman, right? It's the officers you have to worry about', Faeburn pondered, and with a sharp exhale he seemed to fully relent.

"Not a word of this, to anyone..." Faeburn said with stern emphasis on the last word, placing a hand on Erika's shoulder while the other brushed some of the frost off her face.

"We should at least get her out here." He the insisted, his eyes finally returning to the signals trooper.

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@ Johannes Wyss non Krieg, Hobbsy, blinddeadmcjones

Kroenen let go of De Grotto's hand with another bow, looking pleased with herself for paying the old Ordnance Master his dues, which apparently was a rare thing. Surprised by the Ordnance Master's odd reaction to the new arrival, Kroenen's interest was piqued by the red robed figure that appeared behind the three of them. She was clearly Mechanicus, but Kroenen couldn't quite put her finger on what her position of office was, and though Kroenen would've been standoffish; as a commissar wont to do when around techpriests and psykers, as a matter of faith and safety respectively, Kroenen settled to meet the tech adept out of Candlemass spirit and her own curiosity. Due to her much smaller frame, Kroenen quite literally 'appeared from hiding' as she maneuvered out and around the much larger De Grotto.

"Miss Cheslock?" Kroenen said inquisitively, addressing the tech adept with the name the Hauptmann used for lack of an official rank and title. "Junior Commissar Kroenen." she introduced herself with her hand outstretched, but her eyes trailed off towards Cheslock's decoratively tinsel-wrapped mechandrites. Kroenen seemed to stifle a giggle.

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Postby blinddeadmcjones » Fri Jan 04, 2019 2:03 am

"au contraire DiMettiroo~" halvus replied with a impish grin "what you require is for someone to remove that stick from your derriere and unwind a little, its Candlemas afterall, though i must say you have the puuuuurfect companion for that" she gave a playful bite towards the other lieutenants hand before leaning over to look at tracy, taking note of the green hair and tattooed skin before she leaned forward to speak in tracy's ear

"you clean up nicely" she whispered to the convict "don't worry, your secret is safe with me." with that done she pulled back as she was beckoned by her subordinate "Leftenant we really need to go" he said curtly

"don't mind me, just having a bit of fun before taking over from Sgt Beckett's unit as perimeter guard detail" she gave her camo cloak a brief flourish before she took hold of the lascarbine that her subordinate was still holding "you know Sgt Beckett don't you? is a bit like DiMettriooo~ here, bionic eye looks imposing but is really rather benign just shy around new faces is all, anyhoo like i said i have to pop off. enjoy your evening miss, and don't be a stranger Leftenant~" with another smile she slinked away into the gloom, he escort following close behind

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"oh bless your heart, Master of Ordnance, i'd love to partake in a glass" Jane replied as she accepted the offered cup, tactfully employing his title rather than his first name given their current company "i only have time for one, i'll be relieving sister valentine from her duties at the small medical station they have setup here soon, but once i'm done there i'll be back for another" cheslock paused as the Commissar came into view and introduced herself

"nice to meet you Commissar" Cheslock said as she offered her free hand and engaged in the customary handshake "Magos Biologis Jane Cheslock, though Jane or metasurgeon will suffice no need to stand on formality, you certainly have good taste in company, both the Hauptmann and the Ordnance Master are Gentlemen and Scholars"

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with no one paying much attention to him Levi took his chance to move away from the yarrick tent, carefully working his way through the snow across the courtyard until he finally reached where Faeburn and the two kriegers resided
"what's going on over h.." he began quietly, before stopping as he recognised erika "oh geez" of all the kriegers on base, of course it had to be this one. he mentally chided before turning his attention back to the group. "um sir, there's a foxhole with a small shelter over it not far from here if you're looking for somewhere for her to go."

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Postby Johannes Wyss von Krieg » Fri Jan 04, 2019 11:20 am

@NicklausOfKrieg, blinddeadmcjones, LaxKnight

NicklausOfKrieg wrote:"Not a word of this, to anyone..." Faeburn said with stern emphasis on the last word, placing a hand on Erika's shoulder while the other brushed some of the frost off her face.

If there was anything that could shake Erika away from her Crying Blindness it would be Physical Contact and shake it not in a good way.
NicklausOfKrieg wrote:"We should at least get her out here." He the insisted, his eyes finally returning to the signals trooper.

Her eyes snapped open, unseen to Faeburn. They frantically darted between the two until another soldier came in
blinddeadmcjones wrote:"what's going on over h.." he began quietly, before stopping as he recognised erika "oh geez" of all the kriegers on base, of course it had to be this one. he mentally chided before turning his attention back to the group. "um sir, there's a foxhole with a small shelter over it not far from here if you're looking for somewhere for her to go."

Corporal Levi Slone, Another one she failed.

"CHust Leaffe me ALONE!" she suddenly Cried out and jumped back and fell again, ruining the roof of her snow bunker in the process and collapsing it on her head & upper body as she tried to hide further by covering her body in her cloak and Head in its cowl which unfortunately was full of Snow. "You don't owve me anything! Forget my Failure, I vill report it myself! Just... Just Leave me" She continued in between whimpers, frost and tears indistinguishable from one another as same as the Snow and Skin or the myriad reasons for her Shivering. "Lass mich verschwinden, lass mich verschwinden... *Sniff* "...lass mich verschwinden" she began repeating in her native tongue under her freezing breath. Wishing to disappear into the bowls of this Planet, just for this moment of vulnerability.

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Postby DeMarchese » Fri Jan 04, 2019 12:40 pm

blinddeadmcjones wrote:"don't mind me, just having a bit of fun before taking over from Sgt Beckett's unit as perimeter guard detail" she gave her camo cloak a brief flourish before she took hold of the lascarbine that her subordinate was still holding "you know Sgt Beckett don't you? is a bit like DiMettriooo~ here, bionic eye looks imposing but is really rather benign just shy around new faces is all, anyhoo like i said i have to pop off. enjoy your evening miss, and don't be a stranger Leftenant~" with another smile she slinked away into the gloom, he escort following close behind


And with that, the most strange encounter of the evening ended. Leaving Aesteban more confused than ever and without any words to reply.

"What did that... that... 'individual' said?" he asked to Tracy, frowning at Halvus figure as it moved away from them "Seems to me a deranged peasant believing to be Warden of Ultramar..."

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Postby Zeppo » Fri Jan 04, 2019 3:44 pm

@Riveris

Riveris wrote:Inside the box would be a simple blue scarf with a red stripe down the middle. The fabric was soft.But durable. Wilfred face was still flushed and bright lost in. Well thought would not be the right word. Soon enough the cogitators in his mind would start to wirr again "tried to get as close as I could to moridan blue...but finding good fabric......" he stammered off rubbing the back of his head and neck "So I hope it is close enough." he said as he looked around for a moment before taking the plunge and looking back at her.

Ema looks at the scarf, she's beautiful. She brushes it with the tips of her fingers, so soft, so blue, so warm. A tear appears at the corner of her eye. How long since the last time she gets or offer a gift? Her departure from Mordia.
Why? Why, Wilfred was so kind with her, she is a ganger, the bottom of the society, a drug addict on top of that. But despite that, he has taken the time to find the fabric and make a scarf of her. How hard that be for him to find this fabric? That wasn’t a Mordian blue, but close enough for a non Mordian to make the mistake.
He has made so much effort for her, and she, what an ungrateful woman she was. She hasn’t taken the time to return him his own scarf. That's not entirely true, yes, after the fall of the wall, she has been quite busy, but she was also anxious to meet him face to face. Why? She doesn’t really know, she has faced so many enemies, never retreating, never surrendering. But him… Perhaps she was ashamed that he has noticed her fear, her lack of storms, during the mission on the wall. Or something else…
Right now, in this day of celebrations, she’ll pull the mask.

Quickly wrapping the scarf around her neck, Ema pulls out a crimson scarf from her inner heart pocket. Passing it around Wilfred neck, she hugs Wilfred. She embraces him, burying her face on his own scarf.
“Thank you, Wilfred!” was the only words coming out of her throat, whispered softly in his ear.


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Lucius step toward the Commander to have quick explicated with him about the honor of wearing his uniform and how he should show respect about his traditions but the arrival of the two nobles stop him. His family wasn’t part of his homewold nobility, but he learns soon enough the importance of etiquette. So, he walks back his place at the side of the gate, bowing diligently the head toward the two nobles and return to scrutinize the crowd.
“I'm Lucius Lachance by the way, nice to meet you” he replied to Tabitha.

Noticing the reaction of Lothar at the approached of a strange woman, Lucius tenses, his hand slipping to his revolver. Hearing the words of Lothar, he relaxes, but still resting his hand on the gun hilt.
"Yes, it seems the local nobility tends to be rough with people who are not part of their kinds. Sadly, if there is a thing that never changes, the nobles will ever seek prestige and increasing their power." Barely hiding his grievance against the commander.

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Postby Riveris » Sat Jan 05, 2019 3:13 am

Wilfreds face was crimson as the scarf she wrapped around his neck pulling him into the embrace he would wrap his arms around her pulling her close to him. "your welcome..." was the only words he could get out of his own mouth as he tried to understand everything that was currently happening. There where things that needed to be asked. Both to her and himself. But for now. A warm smile and a hug would have to do. It would be a good start.
Holding her for a few moments in silence he would pull himself away both of his hands gently on her arms as he got look at her. " just so you know. Accepting this gift means that we are now officially married and you have said yes." he said as his face was dead serious. Soon enough he was scrunching his face up snickering "Im sorry. I couldn't help it." Smiling as he cocked his head to the side. A wide smile on his face.

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Dugs eyes would brighten up at the offer to feel the scarf "Yes ma'am. Thank you..." he said as he brought his massive hands to the small fabric around her. With a trained hand he felt it with out pulling the woman forward. "De Stich wor'k is morvoulus ma'am. " he said as he eyed the patterns in the fabrics "...whot fabric is dis if I may ask mum" in his giddiness his upper tunnel accent flared up a little. Blinking for a moment as a thought struck his mind. He released his grasp on the scarf carefuly. He would pat around his own webbing before taking out his own small artificial of cloth he kept on himself. and offered it to the woman the simple crimson cloth. "would you loke a feel miss Glynda'h?"

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Postby LaxKnight » Sun Jan 06, 2019 10:27 pm

@ The People Crowding Around Erika

Verena could see how the Lieutenant wanted to strangle her but the Krieg remained stoic. She watched him think for a bit until the Lieutenant ordered Verena not to tell anyone about this. While she will follow orders from a superior officer, she could think of 1 being and 1 organization of beings that would overturn it if they pried. She hoped it wouldn’t come to that. Whatever the case he chose to ignore her warning and actually touched the sobbing Erika, saying they should get her out of here. Verena wasn’t looking at him when he spoke; her attention was on her comrade.

As she predicted, Erika reacted to his touch, and the presence of another newcomer, negatively. The result was a collapsed hiding spot, a Kriegerin curled into a ball, and things seeming to be worse. She listened to Erika cry in her native tongue.

Johannes Wyss von Krieg wrote:"Let me disappear, let me disappear... *Sniff* "...let me disappear."


The comms trooper looked to the Lieutenant, frustrated. She would of had this handled and probably could have shooed the Prometheon if he wasn’t here. She can’t just tell the officer to go away but he was clearly making things worse. She had to make him listen to her and take control of this.

“Sir, please step away from her,” she firmly urged as she moved to put herself between him and Erika, “You are exasperating the situation. Let the Krieg take care of their own.”

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@ Mechancius Tent

Glynda couldn’t help but smile with Doug when he accepted her offer and was please with it. She couldn’t help but be surprised when he commented on the stitchwork. Perhaps giants know how to sew too? How can they sew with such huge hands? He then revealed his own cloth and asked if she wanted to feel it. She was about to accept a Tech Priest appeared, ready to offer his assistance. She seemed lost in the amount of mechadendrites and how big he was for a moment before she caught herself staring, internally chided herself for doing something so rude, then gave an apologetic look to Doug for not getting to touch his cloth.

“Yes, my sewing machine doesn’t work. I believe I told your… friend that,” she said then waved to the machine that Doug was holding, “It made a noise and simply stopped. It’s not the needle, I know that; my best guess is something inside it broke. I have no idea what, but… will you please fix it?”
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Postby Tabitha Maru » Wed Jan 09, 2019 3:42 pm

She wasn't sure the commandant's explanation helped all that much. The woman wasn't an enemy, she caught on to that much. Seemed she was a former member of the PDF if she understood it correctly, and he blamed himself for the reason she wasn't anymore. Based on how he put it... it sounded like he had hurt her, badly. Or maybe failed to protect

She looked to sargeant LaChance as he added his sentiment to the commandant. Was that it? Noble schemes? She glanced at the commandant as he stepped out to greet the woman. Looking the the nco manning the gate with her as she spoke to him.

"I never got that. All that scheming and superiority. I've only ever known the duty to Him on Terra. There was nothing besides that. Maybe that's more telling where I'm from than the colour of my eyes though"
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Postby Fates End » Wed Jan 09, 2019 8:53 pm

Commissar Cat wrote:Steeling himself, Lothar stepped from his post, and towards Lana, the crowds parting with natural good will, most people busy with their own revelries, not having yet picked up on the two awkward young Narisians.
"It's been a while, Lana." McKinnon stopped short, for a moment a little visibly puzzled at Lana being alone... But he then smiled calmly and held out his hand for her to take if she wished, "Come, let's sort you dinner and hopefully there's good drink left if the Vostroyans haven't sunk it all."



She stared up into the Commandant's eyes with utter confusion, tempered by pain and more than a little bit unsteady from lack of food and just having bit her tongue. "wh--?" The young woman mumbled out, finally staring at his hand as if surprised it didn't hold a knife.

The scene could be almost charming, after a fashion. So long as you ignored the reality of who they were and what she'd done to him. Wipe all that away and it was a mildly pretty Narisian girl looking up into the handsome eyes of ones of the most eligible bachelors in the city, assuming the Guard didn't up and decide he was annoying one day and shoot him. There were probably a hundred other girls who would fight and punch to be where she was. And that made the reality all the more laughable.

Again her train of thought was interrupted, but fortunately this was an interruption that few could cry foul to. A child-like cry of concern and the dashing of overly large boots heralded the approach of someone . . . a toddler, intently wobbling across the street and to her side. The little one was, as far as Lana could tell, one of the only good things that had happened since she got herself into this mess. Even if she hadn't wanted children, she had one now. And the youngest Bennet girl was now pushing her up with feeble hands clad in mittens two sizes too big.

Lana swallowed and reached up to take Lothar's hand gingerly, her other hand drawing her daughter protectively against her side as she stood. In the bundle of clothing and coats there was little to distinguish the pint-sized toddler as anything more than a mobile stuffed coat with silly giggles. But there under the patchwork bonnet pulled low were a pair of adoring brown eyes, a button nose and rosey cheeks.

Belatedly Lana could hear her younger sister cursing somewhere in the background at the sudden disappearance of her niece, but it all sort of drifted away as she held her daughter close and stared into Lothar's eyes. "Lothar . . ." She hesitated, playing back what he'd said for the third or fourth time. He'd offered her food. Would that still apply with her daughter here? "I---uh. I think you've met Mira?" She nodded down at her daughter, the child currently staring around in delight at the festivities. "Food. Would be good. But I'm not really hungry, just wanted to get her some food."

The lie came easily, a sort of self-sacrifice. She'd find food somewhere else, if she had to. She wasn't positive if he was playing at something or actually offering food. But if she made it clear she wasn't going to eat, just Mira . . . could he hate a child for her mother's sins?
"In life, war. In death, peace. In life, shame. In death, atonement."

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Postby blinddeadmcjones » Mon Jan 14, 2019 7:27 am

as corporal slone saw it the situation just went from bad to worse, and to compound matters he still had no real idea what was going on, at least until his memory caught onto the word 'failure' that had been uttered by the krieger scout and from there he was sorta able to deduce what was happening. It wasn't exactly the first time he had seen a guardsman snap and have a complete meltdown, people could only go through so much afterall, so much so that when the other krieger said something about letting the krieg take care of their own he couldn't help but interject

"no offence, corporal. but the krieg way of doing things i'm guessing is why she is in this state to begin with" he then looked to faeburn "just leave it to me Sir, i have a rough idea of whats happening and i can take care of it"

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LaxKnight wrote:@ Mechancius Tent

Glynda couldn’t help but smile with Doug when he accepted her offer and was please with it. She couldn’t help but be surprised when he commented on the stitchwork. Perhaps giants know how to sew too? How can they sew with such huge hands? He then revealed his own cloth and asked if she wanted to feel it. She was about to accept a Tech Priest appeared, ready to offer his assistance. She seemed lost in the amount of mechadendrites and how big he was for a moment before she caught herself staring, internally chided herself for doing something so rude, then gave an apologetic look to Doug for not getting to touch his cloth.

“Yes, my sewing machine doesn’t work. I believe I told your… friend that,” she said then waved to the machine that Doug was holding, “It made a noise and simply stopped. It’s not the needle, I know that; my best guess is something inside it broke. I have no idea what, but… will you please fix it?”

Alexander noticed how the woman stared at him, his mass of metal sensors moving around her. He realized this might be the first time she had seen someone with such heavy bionics. Moving his mechadendrites away from Glynda, and towards the sewing machine. He paused for a moment as he say who was holding it. An Ogryn. His right optic screwed closed, the only outward expression of distaste.
"Of course. The servants of the Omnissiah are still servants of the Imperium. It shouldn't be very difficult." He said, turning to take the machine. Reaching out, and with more force than needed, yanked the device from Dougs hands. He began to connect to the simple device, checking over its frame and power systems.

"So tell me, Miss. What where you doing before it shut down? Was there a power outage while working, or any peculiar sounds?" He said as be began his check.
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@DeMarchese
Mono continued his search for the illusive quartermaster. So far they had checked with 31 individuals bearing astra militarum insignia, 28 of which identified as non-target individuals, 2 were too inebriated to respond, and one had violently swung at the skull. Scanning around, their optical sweep noted two individuals. One, male, approximately 5'5", optic augment over left eye, in a bright white military fashion, and bearing medals. The other, female, approximately 5'9", bright green hair. Subject 33 and 34 had been spotted, and Mono raced over to engage. As it neared, it sank down from the air, dropping out of no where almost in front of the two, as they began its message inquiry
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++Run_Message++
+"SUBJECT 33, MALE. ARE YOU OF DESIGNATION...
"Quartermaster or of similar rank..."...IF SO, MESSAGE FROM MECHANICUS PERSONNEL...+
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Postby LaxKnight » Wed Jan 16, 2019 3:41 am

@ Luca and Saint Yarrick’s Place

Casey looked disappointed as she reluctantly went to stand in line to see Saint Yarrick. Thankfully she was next.

Haley was relieved not only that Casey wasn’t bothering them anymore but also that he didn’t press. However, his talk about trying to make this place home touched her. She couldn’t help but feel a little pity for him.

“Well, I’m not sure how to… help there… but have you ever gone out into town besides for a mission?” she asked, “Or have you ever had time off?”

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@ Mechanicus Tent

Glynda listened to what the Tech Priest said and watched as he started scanning and fiddling with the antique. He would discover that it was fairly old.

“Thank you, deary. So kind of you,” she smiled warmly as he took her sewing machine.

When he asked how it exactly broke she put her hands on her hips as she thought about it. “Well, I was sewing together a dress, a nice red dress you see. Had some lace around the hem and it was turning out fairly well. It’s a shame people don’t ask me to do things more like it,” she sighed, “Anyway, I was sewing on the the hem when something just… I heard a… clink I think? A clang? Snap? One of those sounds. Then the needle stopped moving as it made a strange clattering sound. Everytime I turn it on it makes that sound.”

Glynda gave a huff before she looked back at Dug. With a smile, she said, “Thank you for your help, dear. That was awfully kind of you. Here, let me repay you.”

She unwrapped her scarf and held it up for Dug to take.
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Postby Archer » Sun Jan 20, 2019 9:00 pm

"I get a little time off... I don't head out much because usually when I go out a mission happens and miss it then I feel bad for not being there to help." Luca took a moment and smiled at her.

"But... I have you my first friend among the locals." He added pausing a second. "And maybe you could take me to town sometime and show me around? I would love to learn more about my new home and the people I fight for." He added, deciding to be hopeful that they would all survive this and be able to live here normally.

"But tonight is about giving back to you all... I should probably figure out what I'm doing to serve later. I think it's singing if you want to come to listen, I'm not sure if I'm not very good but I do my best." He sighed pulling off his beret.

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Postby Zeppo » Tue Jan 22, 2019 11:35 pm

@Riveris

Riveris wrote:Holding her for a few moments in silence he would pull himself away both of his hands gently on her arms as he got look at her. " just so you know. Accepting this gift means that we are now officially married and you have said yes."

Retreating a bit at his words, Ema face as red as Wilfred scarf and eyes and mouth wide open, she stares at him blankly.
Riveris wrote: he said as his face was dead serious. Soon enough he was scrunching his face up snickering "Im sorry. I couldn't help it." Smiling as he cocked his head to the side. A wide smile on his face.

“You sick pervert!” and without any other word, the young mordian sends a friendly punch at his shoulder before she burst out laughing. A cheerful laugh, one like she hasn’t experienced for a while. Hearing her laugh like that was such unusual thing, that the other mordians around will turn to see what’s going wrong with her.
Wiping her joy’s tears and trying to stop laughing, she turns her grey-blue eyes to Wilfred.
“Thank you, Wilfred, for all of that, sincerely.” Looking around, she adds “I think we should return to service, people will start have odds thinks about us. And I sure you don’t want to end in the next The Love Letter, don’t you?” Sending a wink to support her last sentence.
“See you for the firework after shift?” She adds after a moment of hesitation.

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@Tabitha @Commissar Cat

Maréchal-des-logis Lachance, look at Lothar helping the woman, as Tabitha replied. Her words echo in his ears, did he just judge a man by his birth? Just like the nobles he was resentful? Shame starts to grow in him.
The tall man turns his gaze to the Cadian, an expression of remorse on his face. “I need to apology, I was rough. I only know the commander for a couple of hours and I already start gossiping. Everything on Vosges turn around prestige and glory, so during my training I have some altercations with noblemen, and I have payed the prize. I keep blaming them to be assigned to an auxiliary company, but the fact is, this assignment has saved my life, I think.
By the way, I think you’re lucky, I hope you never have to deal with political games. Cadia looks like a great place to grow.”


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