05-19-2016, 09:22 PM
When the field had been cleared, and not a single monster standing, the squadron were all told that clean up would happen in the morning, meanwhile, a crowd had surrounded Den’s dead body, and people had lowered their gaze from the still-helmetless person that had caused it. Sure, a zombie had took a bite out of him right in the jugular, but most had seen or knew it was because Den had been valiant enough to jump in front of it, though he had already just speared one, and had been wriggling his sword out of the zombie seconds prior. It was a horrible ordeal already, so why did they have to blame the girl?
The elf cast a look over to Christa as she thought that, and Christa turned her chin, perturbed that her innermost thoughts were being read like an open book. The Prime overheard the whispers of the surrounding people, who were explaining to the new arrivals what had happened, “Den jumped in front of one to save his sister,” Christa didn’t seem so surprised, and instead looked at the sister (it wasn’t hard to find out which one she was, since no one had been looking at her, but more people had taken off their helmets out of respect for the fallen guard.
Sister? Wait a moment! Christa felt the outrage bubble up inside her, She just watched her brother die before her eyes, and not a single person has gone over to console her. Christa snarled as she strode by the clump of gossip-spreading clowns, and placed a gentle hand on the brunette’s shoulder. “He was a good man.” Christa said confidently.
The group of guards were taken-aback by the Prime’s non-conformist behavior, but the teary look in her fellow sister’s expression was enough for Christa to know that following her heart was always the best way to go. Den’s sister must have been viewed as slightly incompetent though, for there was only one other willing to console the girl, and you guessed it, it was the elf.
“My name is Glindor, Glin for short, I’m very much sorry for your loss.” his tone was very sincere, and his eyes were like an arrow, straight into Den’s sister, until she dipped her head into her hands, weeping, and then Glin’s eyes met Christa’s again, as though reading her, probing the Prime’s thoughts.
Christa was aware of this now, and found her eyes narrowing with a wordless threat of, “stay out.” It was not as though she felt the elf was threatening her, however, there were underlying secrets in the Prime’s mind, that she did not want anyone seeing, not to mention, a comrade who was supposed to have her back, or it could cost Christa her life. What kind of secrets might have that kind of drastic and terrible consequence? Even Christa didn’t know, but perhaps she feared that if the elf saw even an ounce of the shame she kept trapped in a box and hidden in a shadowed corner of her heart, the elf would lose any respect that he had for her.
Skender came out now, approaching the dead body, as Barney briefed, “One deceased, sir.”
Skender said nothing, and cast a hand over the skeletons that had fallen during the battle, immediately they took shape, the armor collected over their bodies as though the Commander had reset their curse or magic, and then Skender was to do the same for the fallen. No burial. Live and die for the guard, and after death, you can serve too.
It was kind of terrible. Christa couldn’t help pondering if the elf would stay here forever, but didn’t bother to ask, for she was sure he was still picking up on her thoughts, this time, Christa wondered though, if he even had the ability to shut them out. She suddenly pitied him.
-
They filed into an empty room, set aside by Darkshire for their militia. “Immediate injuries should be seen off by Medical Expert Jones and Nurse Evans. All others, you may take off your armor and go to the chow-hall or should you choose to hit the hay, have a good night. We wake bright an’ early in the morning, especially you trainees,” Barney winked at Christa, to show her that he hadn’t forgotten about her from all that time ago, and then concluded, “Dismissed!”
Glin hadn’t been wearing armor, so he had nothing to take off, he appeared to be striding straight over to Christa from across the room. She panicked slightly, since she didn’t want to attempt to ask her inner-self what she was feeling tonight, and while she struggled to take off some of the more trickier pieces of armor, Glin had almost made it to her, when Barney stepped in with a friendly, jubilant smile, “Well if it isn’t Cadet Adams.”
Barney’s chest was puffed up high, while Christa was struggling with the joint-piece that attached to her knee, “Sir.” she said as she read his rank, “Ah, Captain now, good to see you too, Barney.”
Each offered a friendly grin, while Barney gave her some advice to get shed this terrible, heavy extra skin she was wearing, “Press that there, while you pinch the right side and it should be off in a jiffy.”
It was a synch, with his extra help, “Thanks,” since they had been dismissed, she really didn’t have to be formal as she was expected to be during training hours, “I would’ve been here for days trying to figure it out.” And that was not a hyperbole, people.
“I don’t doubt it any, snipers aren’t meant to wear armor, now are they? So, what the hell are you doing here? Last time I saw you, it was what, a few years ago? Don’t you look bright and shiny now.” The way that secondaries could tell Primes apart, was generally in a very hard to detect aura or glowing sheen of their skin. Sometimes it was easier, if the person looked out of place, or if the Prime stood very tall and confident around a room of secondaries, immortality had that eternal effect on people.
Christa cracked a smile, and Glin took a step forward, intruding on their conversation, but Christa found in her heart that she was able to welcome the mind reader, he probably got enough shit as it was from the other guards anyway. Glin was very cordial and polite, as Christa might expect from the stigma of nobility from their race, “You shoot very well,” he did not use her name even, since they hadn’t been formally introduced.
“Ah Christa, you’ve met Glin,” Barney filled in the gaps, “He don’t got a last name, so we call him that during training too. So how about a beer, on me, tomorrow you might just be in for it, trainees.” Barney’s tease was polite, but really, Christa didn’t expect the captain had it in him to make his recruits do anything more than ten push-ups and a single mile run. He was extremely lenient and as long as you were there on time, you could just about skate by with doing minimal effort, which was probably how Den’s sister had passed the guardship. But make no mistake, people would still drop out and desert Darkshire, for the simple fact that the Pale Moors was a place that resembled a never ending nightmare.
“Well as much as I’d like to Barney, I got myself a.. Dog,” that word seemed more acceptable, to her, “And I want to feed and train him. I’ve picked out a name too, but as my superior officer, would you mind showing me to the dorms? Though I don’t expect that you’ve separate rooms for gals and guys.”
“Wait, Christa, you’re actually staying? I never saw you as much of a loyalist... In fact, ever since the Empire, I never thought you’d commit to any single cause again,” his tongue held though, behind his eyes, held the words unspoken, except that of your sister.
“Yeah well, I guess I’m full of surprises then, though I can’t imagine I’ll ever get used to the monotonous life of the military, I think there are some things worth fighting for, and others, sacrificing for. Also, in case you were curious, Katia’s alive again, since I’m a Prime.” The woman’s eyes swept the room, hoping that Den’s sister hadn’t heard. That would be of poor morale, and a disgrace to the meaning of the fallen guard’s death.
“Dog?” Glin questioned aloud, which immediately caught Barney’s attention. The captain was sharp, however laid-back he presumed to be.
“My boy Glin, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you ask a question, nor even hint at inquiring one,” Barney smirked, “I thought you could read Primes thoughts too?”
Barney’s assumption confirmed Christa’s suspicions. Glin admitted, “Well... I can. But anyway, Christa, if you’d like, I can show you the dorms, if Barney is off to he bar.”
“That’s a good lad. See you later.” Barney waved them off, seeing how Christa was conveniently now free of her armor, Glin had timed his offer almost perfectly.
“So you’re telepathic.” Lame comment. The Prime tried to keep her curiosity in her thoughts at bay as she inspected his face, and noted the blonde color of his hair was brighter than her own.
“And you’re a Prime, with a pet wolf, not a dog.” he called her, so easily, on her small fib.
“Well, wolves are more useful anyway,” she justified out loud, though he’d surely heard it in her head. With that, though, each was satisfied enough that Glin lead her to the dorms, and along the way, Christa picked up where she had stashed her sleeping puppy on the way to the walls when the bell was ringing. She retrieved him from the back of the bartender’s storeroom.
The elf cast a look over to Christa as she thought that, and Christa turned her chin, perturbed that her innermost thoughts were being read like an open book. The Prime overheard the whispers of the surrounding people, who were explaining to the new arrivals what had happened, “Den jumped in front of one to save his sister,” Christa didn’t seem so surprised, and instead looked at the sister (it wasn’t hard to find out which one she was, since no one had been looking at her, but more people had taken off their helmets out of respect for the fallen guard.
Sister? Wait a moment! Christa felt the outrage bubble up inside her, She just watched her brother die before her eyes, and not a single person has gone over to console her. Christa snarled as she strode by the clump of gossip-spreading clowns, and placed a gentle hand on the brunette’s shoulder. “He was a good man.” Christa said confidently.
The group of guards were taken-aback by the Prime’s non-conformist behavior, but the teary look in her fellow sister’s expression was enough for Christa to know that following her heart was always the best way to go. Den’s sister must have been viewed as slightly incompetent though, for there was only one other willing to console the girl, and you guessed it, it was the elf.
“My name is Glindor, Glin for short, I’m very much sorry for your loss.” his tone was very sincere, and his eyes were like an arrow, straight into Den’s sister, until she dipped her head into her hands, weeping, and then Glin’s eyes met Christa’s again, as though reading her, probing the Prime’s thoughts.
Christa was aware of this now, and found her eyes narrowing with a wordless threat of, “stay out.” It was not as though she felt the elf was threatening her, however, there were underlying secrets in the Prime’s mind, that she did not want anyone seeing, not to mention, a comrade who was supposed to have her back, or it could cost Christa her life. What kind of secrets might have that kind of drastic and terrible consequence? Even Christa didn’t know, but perhaps she feared that if the elf saw even an ounce of the shame she kept trapped in a box and hidden in a shadowed corner of her heart, the elf would lose any respect that he had for her.
Skender came out now, approaching the dead body, as Barney briefed, “One deceased, sir.”
Skender said nothing, and cast a hand over the skeletons that had fallen during the battle, immediately they took shape, the armor collected over their bodies as though the Commander had reset their curse or magic, and then Skender was to do the same for the fallen. No burial. Live and die for the guard, and after death, you can serve too.
It was kind of terrible. Christa couldn’t help pondering if the elf would stay here forever, but didn’t bother to ask, for she was sure he was still picking up on her thoughts, this time, Christa wondered though, if he even had the ability to shut them out. She suddenly pitied him.
-
They filed into an empty room, set aside by Darkshire for their militia. “Immediate injuries should be seen off by Medical Expert Jones and Nurse Evans. All others, you may take off your armor and go to the chow-hall or should you choose to hit the hay, have a good night. We wake bright an’ early in the morning, especially you trainees,” Barney winked at Christa, to show her that he hadn’t forgotten about her from all that time ago, and then concluded, “Dismissed!”
Glin hadn’t been wearing armor, so he had nothing to take off, he appeared to be striding straight over to Christa from across the room. She panicked slightly, since she didn’t want to attempt to ask her inner-self what she was feeling tonight, and while she struggled to take off some of the more trickier pieces of armor, Glin had almost made it to her, when Barney stepped in with a friendly, jubilant smile, “Well if it isn’t Cadet Adams.”
Barney’s chest was puffed up high, while Christa was struggling with the joint-piece that attached to her knee, “Sir.” she said as she read his rank, “Ah, Captain now, good to see you too, Barney.”
Each offered a friendly grin, while Barney gave her some advice to get shed this terrible, heavy extra skin she was wearing, “Press that there, while you pinch the right side and it should be off in a jiffy.”
It was a synch, with his extra help, “Thanks,” since they had been dismissed, she really didn’t have to be formal as she was expected to be during training hours, “I would’ve been here for days trying to figure it out.” And that was not a hyperbole, people.
“I don’t doubt it any, snipers aren’t meant to wear armor, now are they? So, what the hell are you doing here? Last time I saw you, it was what, a few years ago? Don’t you look bright and shiny now.” The way that secondaries could tell Primes apart, was generally in a very hard to detect aura or glowing sheen of their skin. Sometimes it was easier, if the person looked out of place, or if the Prime stood very tall and confident around a room of secondaries, immortality had that eternal effect on people.
Christa cracked a smile, and Glin took a step forward, intruding on their conversation, but Christa found in her heart that she was able to welcome the mind reader, he probably got enough shit as it was from the other guards anyway. Glin was very cordial and polite, as Christa might expect from the stigma of nobility from their race, “You shoot very well,” he did not use her name even, since they hadn’t been formally introduced.
“Ah Christa, you’ve met Glin,” Barney filled in the gaps, “He don’t got a last name, so we call him that during training too. So how about a beer, on me, tomorrow you might just be in for it, trainees.” Barney’s tease was polite, but really, Christa didn’t expect the captain had it in him to make his recruits do anything more than ten push-ups and a single mile run. He was extremely lenient and as long as you were there on time, you could just about skate by with doing minimal effort, which was probably how Den’s sister had passed the guardship. But make no mistake, people would still drop out and desert Darkshire, for the simple fact that the Pale Moors was a place that resembled a never ending nightmare.
“Well as much as I’d like to Barney, I got myself a.. Dog,” that word seemed more acceptable, to her, “And I want to feed and train him. I’ve picked out a name too, but as my superior officer, would you mind showing me to the dorms? Though I don’t expect that you’ve separate rooms for gals and guys.”
“Wait, Christa, you’re actually staying? I never saw you as much of a loyalist... In fact, ever since the Empire, I never thought you’d commit to any single cause again,” his tongue held though, behind his eyes, held the words unspoken, except that of your sister.
“Yeah well, I guess I’m full of surprises then, though I can’t imagine I’ll ever get used to the monotonous life of the military, I think there are some things worth fighting for, and others, sacrificing for. Also, in case you were curious, Katia’s alive again, since I’m a Prime.” The woman’s eyes swept the room, hoping that Den’s sister hadn’t heard. That would be of poor morale, and a disgrace to the meaning of the fallen guard’s death.
“Dog?” Glin questioned aloud, which immediately caught Barney’s attention. The captain was sharp, however laid-back he presumed to be.
“My boy Glin, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you ask a question, nor even hint at inquiring one,” Barney smirked, “I thought you could read Primes thoughts too?”
Barney’s assumption confirmed Christa’s suspicions. Glin admitted, “Well... I can. But anyway, Christa, if you’d like, I can show you the dorms, if Barney is off to he bar.”
“That’s a good lad. See you later.” Barney waved them off, seeing how Christa was conveniently now free of her armor, Glin had timed his offer almost perfectly.
“So you’re telepathic.” Lame comment. The Prime tried to keep her curiosity in her thoughts at bay as she inspected his face, and noted the blonde color of his hair was brighter than her own.
“And you’re a Prime, with a pet wolf, not a dog.” he called her, so easily, on her small fib.
“Well, wolves are more useful anyway,” she justified out loud, though he’d surely heard it in her head. With that, though, each was satisfied enough that Glin lead her to the dorms, and along the way, Christa picked up where she had stashed her sleeping puppy on the way to the walls when the bell was ringing. She retrieved him from the back of the bartender’s storeroom.
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