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Postby blinddeadmcjones » Fri Mar 22, 2019 10:56 pm

and there it was.

levi had gotten the answer he had suspected, looking back at verena the corporal gave an 'i told you so' glance "see. this is exactly what i'm talking about when i say that 'the krieg way of doing things' is why she is in this mess, you can't just lock that stuff away in your head, in there it just festers like an open wound, i speak from experience."
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Postby LaxKnight » Sun Mar 24, 2019 2:09 am

Verena gave the Prometheron only a glance but then Erika decided to answer him. Krieg must not display weakness. Krieg can not afford to be weak in the face of His enemies. Only the strong had any hope of achieving redemption. Weakness could only bring further shame.

The Corporal seemed to take this as a minor victory of some sort as he declare it was “The Krieg way of things” that did this to her. The blonde’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Krieg are trained to withstand trauma typically experienced on the battlefield. Quite frankly Corporal, if this stemmed from ‘our way of things’ then she wouldn’t have passed training,” Verena’s expression softened as she looked back to Erika. She wasn’t quite sure what to do. She was a communications specialist, not a Commissar. Erika clearly was experiencing some sort of crisis. But what? And why? She can’t fix something if she didn’t know what the problem was.

“Erika, we can’t help unless we know what the weakness is,” she said, “Perhaps we can turn it into a strength?”
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Postby VoxPopuli » Sun Apr 14, 2019 4:45 pm

The bells chimed for the last and first time of the year, sounding out midnight.
As the last boom faded, Naris fell to deep silence.

The first firework was a simple white flare, silent, soft and followed by another, and then another.
Across the barracks and courtyard, for a few stretched moments, nothing but white, sparkling light and peace.

From the now quieter medicae tent, to where the mechanicus fiddled with the last of the items brought to them, to the last few guard still assisting in the serving area, there was pause to watch the lights.

The white flares then turned to crackling, spitting, scattered explosions of purple and blue, the creators careful to choose hues that didn't bring to mind the daily horrors of war for either side.
A small crowd of families and civilians stood alongside guard and PDF to watch, more braziers had been brought in as the night had lengthened. Some enterprising ratlings had fitted grills and shown how to roast nuts and fruits on the indirect heat.

The chapel was still occupied, as it had seen gentle traffic throughout the night, though for now, prayer had paused to watch the celebration of lights.
Saint Yarrick's grotto was now empty, the commissar and his aide either watching unseen from somewhere more private, or sent to bed for misbehaving.

Commandant McKinnon leaned against the inner wall of the courtyard and allowed himself to be distracted by the fireworks. It would never be the same as when he was younger, it never could be. But it didn't mean it couldn't be something good.

After around a quarter of an hour, the chapel bells pealed once more, signalling the end, and inviting anyone who wished to attend midnight prayer.

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