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Post by mobsterlicous on Feb 26, 2012 0:49:25 GMT -5
John nodded to the both of them."So just tell the men their scheduals, sounds easy enough."He turned to leave."I'll talk to you later sirs........ Damn this is going to take quite a bit to get used to."John walked through camp telling the men their orders."Hey Commanders orders don't kill the messager."He continued to travel through the camp where he found the man who attacked him."Hey Jackass your orders came through your on latrine duty."When John started to walk away the man ran up behind him and threw a punch at the back of his head.
John quickly turned around and caught the mans fist."Not this time."He threw the mans fist to the side and punched him in the stomach."Next time you'll learn to not attack a man when his back is turned coward."
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Post by Kaotic on Feb 26, 2012 1:53:59 GMT -5
Lethe shook his head as he watched John underestimate the dificulty of his task. 'At this rate he'll never get Leena's approval.' He thought as he sighed inwardly. He scoffed at the miniture skirmidh between his prior foe. He'd have to do a lot better than this if he was to succede. He turned and entered his tent.
Simmer glared oppenly at this human messenger master Lethe had chosen. No way waas she doing anything he sugested, even if mistress Leena herself okayed him. She carried her money bags, descised as wast baggs, over to the drop point Lethe had designated. Noone here was active minded enough to realise this particular bin was never cleaned out in the daylight hours. She discreatly tossed the bag in and went her way, noone the wiser.
She looked accross the mess at Flint who was doing his job of emptying the normal waist bins. But cought sight of the human again and scowled. She did not like humans and doubted Lethe's sanity in this choice. No one here would ever freely respect or even tollerate a human in a higher possition than themselves. Simmer shook her head and went to join the others who were sistematically getting orders from this nobody.
OOC: Sorry Simmer's a rude little child to say the least. but she's one of the very few trusted a little by Leena... also in answer to your money issue, Lethe and Leena jave a group of thieves they employ privately. Simmer's one of the most profitable.
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Post by mobsterlicous on Feb 26, 2012 3:43:22 GMT -5
'This is taking entirely to long.'John thought to himself as he walked over to a post holding up the quartermasters tent."Could I use these?"John asked the quartermaster motioning to a hammer and nail. The man shook his head yes.
John pikced up the hammer and nail and posted the orders unto the post."Alright everyone listen up!"He yelled grabbing everyone attention."Our higher-ups have given our orders."He motioned to the paper."Your orders will be posted here for the remainder of the day. If you do not follow your orders to the "T" I would severly think on the concequences Commander Lenna will be giving out!"He turned to see the look of horror on more than a few faces."I hear she can be quite creative in her punishments!"John decided to walk back to the group of men who were playing cards."Alright draw me in fellaws."He placed five gold coins onto the table and awaited his cards.
OOC: No need it's just an rp. its not like none of this is personal
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Post by Kaotic on Feb 26, 2012 9:34:05 GMT -5
Simmer watched as only a handfull went to read their orders. She walked up to the posted document shaking her head. "Tsk," She thought. "Doesn't He understand that they won't liten like that?" She sighed as she ripped the paper from it's post. "If you want something done..." She muttered as she made her way to center camp.
"Listen up you worthless piles of spit!!!" She hollered. Standing her ground as if she were forty instead of eight. "Mistress Leena has issues this weeks assignments!! And Me?" She smiled vially, the picture of menevelence. "I won't hesitate to burn the hide off of anyone who skips out." She eyed the men around her. Each and every one had given her their full attention. 'They've learned in the past months' She thought and smiled. "Walter!! The dolt wasn't lie'n!" You, Cever and your gang get Latrine duty for you insabordination in attacking a fellow officer yesterday!!" She called, voice even and demanding. She cought sight of the human at the cards table. 'You just watch an learn.' She tought at him.
"Now, If I have to read off every single order as if to a bunce of infentile, illiterate, scum I will!!" She warned and then continued. "Jammee!! Thanks to your escapades last week with the stolen goods from supply you've got Mess duty!" She smiled as they gasped and grumbled with realization she would call out everyone's vile deeds even if they weren't on the paper. She knew almost every one's dirt and they knew it. "Along with Milly, mathew, and fran!" She tossded the paper onto a table as everyone but the one's she called converged on it. The guilty few she'd humiliated slunked off into their tents. Sheknew they'd try for revange but the prospect of a fight with that bunch bored her more than anyhting. She walked to the fringe of the crowd as they eagerly read thier jobs from the list.
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Post by mobsterlicous on Feb 26, 2012 15:43:22 GMT -5
John watched Simmer intently.'What a peculiar little girl.'He thought to himself. John walked up to the girl."I beleive I owe you a thank you."He went down to a knee looking her in the eye."I've got a feeling you don't appreciate me here."John held out his hand to her."I'm John by the way. If you don't appreciate me very much at least know my name. I'm willing to be at least friendly with each other if you are."John smiled at the girl knowing that she was probably not the wiling to be friendly with anyone.
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Post by Kaotic on Feb 26, 2012 16:05:47 GMT -5
She smirked. "I can be civil." She said tartly. She reached to accept his hand shake, heating her hand to a near unbearable heat. She smiled and nodded as if she did it absently. "You'll need to learn to do that yourself though. If I do your job for you Mistress Leena will have your head on a spit faster than master Lethe can even think of stoping her." She took his hand firmly in her own and shook twice but did not release him. She wanted to see how long he could take it. Her fingertips sparked and her palms began to shime with the heat. She could feel him sweating. "My names Simmer, and you should know..." She tilted her head in an angelic smile. "Those threats of mine are one hundred percent." She finaly called off her heat and let him go. "Even to you." She smirked and turned to head for the canteen. She'd just gotten in from her thieving and was starved. Her stomach began to protest the absence of food as her thoughts turned in that direction. She blushed and ducked her head. 'Only idiots go with out food for so long.' She chided herself, but felt no regret for the rations of hers she'd given to flint. He needed it more. but still if he knew he'd cry and refuse to eat till they were even... She ducked her head even lower as her stomach rumbled once more.
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Post by mobsterlicous on Feb 26, 2012 20:08:20 GMT -5
John smiled back to the little girl."Thats a firm handshake you have there. Did your father teach you that."He stopped mid sentence when he heard her stomach growl. He turned around noticing the mess hall underneath a very large tent."You hungry? Here Ill get you something."John walked up to the cook and handed him a few gold coins."Two of your finest mutton."The cook nodded and handed him to large peices of mutton."Thank you sir."He walked back to the little girl and handed her a peice."This should hold you for awhile, and dont worry I beleive you...... you know I didnt catch your name."
OOC: Hey I forgot to ask the names Walter, and Jammee did you get them from Fable 3
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Post by Kaotic on Feb 27, 2012 15:04:42 GMT -5
Simmer took the food he offered and dropped it smoldering into the dirt. She frowned. "My bad." She smiled and dropped the silver Penons to mach the human's gold coins. "And my father died before I turned four." She scowled at him. "Everything I have and know I've fought for myself." She turned around and went up to the cook. "Sorry can I have some porage, please?" She placed the penons on the counter and took two bowls. "Flint!!" She yelled and the scronny little, toddling child ran from the crouds and barreld right into John.
Flint started to tear up and back away. He hated strangers and still expected to be beaten for his misstep. He scrambled up and hid behind a frowning Simmer.
"Her Flint." Simmer whispered as she handed him a bowl of porage. He sat on the ground and started eating. "Sorry." Simmer muttered to John as she picked Flint up sat him at a log table. She sat nexy to him and started eating as well.
OOC: Umm... I've never played fable let alone Fable 3... You mentioned Walter's name in your fight and I pulled the outhers out of thin air... yay ;}
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Post by mobsterlicous on Feb 28, 2012 14:22:38 GMT -5
John smirked at the young child."It's alright Simmer."He bent down and picked the meat from the ground wiping the dirt off of it."In the military you learn to eat what you can find."He quickly swallowed the peices of meat."My my you have quite the appetite."He said to Flint still smiling."So your name is Flint. My name is John...... John Clarke."He held his hand to the little boy."Come on I don't bite. Is he shy Simmer?"
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Post by Kaotic on Feb 28, 2012 22:26:19 GMT -5
Flint jumped and pulled his bowl in in closer to him, sinking againsed Simmer's side. Simmer smiled slyly not making eye contact. "No, not shy." She smirked into her bowl. "He just has a fantastic judge of charicter." She took a bite of her food and grabbed an abandoned, half empty mug of liquer from accross the table. She gulped down half it's contence without a second thought and went back to her food as if she'd downed water not military strength alcohol.
She bent down and whispered something into Flints ear so John couldn't hear. "He's a weak human." She breathed. "So eat and don't worry." She placed his spoon back into his hand, then continued with her own meal.
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Post by mobsterlicous on Feb 29, 2012 16:16:53 GMT -5
John's ear twitched at her comment."You know a good thing about having a wolf spirit animal is that you still retain the hearing....... Surprising none of the fleas though."He finsihed his meal and stood up."Well Im off. Simmer little one."He excused himself and started walking towards Lethe's tent. John walked in and saluted."Maam task completed, but with some help if I might add."He said smirking at her.
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Post by Kaotic on Feb 29, 2012 23:13:25 GMT -5
Leena sat at the same table she'd been at before pooring over documents only now her chair was more of a daybed and lethe laid with her. Lethe glanced at John and shook his head slightly, smileing and went back to watching Leena sort and decode several incripted messages; not that just anyone would recognize these mundane reports as having hidden meanings. Lenna stalled her work and leveled an oddly loaded look at this man. She'd never expected him to admit to the help.
"Simmer." She stated in explination. "And if I recall, giving out assignments was only half the job." She showed neither doubt nor acceptance in her statement, only an amused curiosity. Lethe continued to stroke his sister's hair and look over the reports.
"And I do bellieve," She continued and paused for a secound to sigh. "I asked you not to call me ma'am." She turned leaned her head slightly into Lethe's hand before sitting up and walking over to John. She had changed in the few minuets He'd been gone; no longer did she wear military slacks under a simple tunic and belt. Her hair was free of it's binding and hung in damp curls over a dark burgandy lounge slip.
"Also." She added in an after thought. "If we asked you to speak without due proticall what, do tell, hinted that I'd like a play by play ever 30 minuets?" She walked briskly from the tent. leaving Lethe to teach this Imbecile how to act his age.
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Post by mobsterlicous on Mar 1, 2012 14:08:42 GMT -5
John smirked at her as she walked out."Sorry maam force of habit."He turned back to Lethe."Did I ever come off as cross to her?"He asked laughing softly to himself."Ahhhhh nevermind Im pretty sure she would find a way to complain about me anyway. No disrespect to her mind you, I know she is a brilliant tactician and she deserves every right to command this army."He sat down in front of the desk Lethe was behind."Do you need to do anything else?"John asked Lethe.
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Post by Kaotic on Mar 1, 2012 19:35:04 GMT -5
Lethe still reclined on Leena's daybed but lowered the document he read. "Leena hates being bothered by unnesasary things." He said reprochfully but smiled to ease the sting of his words. "She means for you to use your brain to tell the difference between things that need to be brought to our attention and things that don't." He leaned forward and looked him in the eye. "Also remember that She does have informants and spys, so little details like tonights need not be formally reported."
He coughed into his hand to hide a laugh. "And I would try not to anger Simmer either." He hinted. "She's extreemly vendictive." Lethe leaned back. "Just like she coarced everyone to listen to you today, she will get you blacklisted just as fast." He smiled. "And I have every confidence you know the implications of being blacklisted in a regement as informal as ours."
He waved his hand in permision for him to go. "You can get out now." He added. "Unless there was some thing else you felt needed to be said?''
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Post by mobsterlicous on Mar 2, 2012 15:46:57 GMT -5
John smiled at his explanation."Ahhhhhh I just like getting under her skin Commander........ Crap I did it again didn't I? Damn this is harder than I thought."He was about to walk out of the tent when he remembered that he needed to ask Lethe something."Lethe I don't mean to be a busy body sir, but whats our first target. And if were going to attack soon I would like to know which battalion to report to."
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