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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Jan 17, 2017 12:34:38 GMT -5
Mercia and Hollender are at war. It's been going on for years now, and despite the two kingdoms in the middle of it rapidly running out of resources, tensions are impossibly high and the fight still going steady. Muse A, a soldier with the Mercian army, is out on the battlefield one day when they receive what should have been a fatal wound to the abdomen. If it hadn't been for Muse B, a soldier on Hollender's side, bringing Muse A back to their camp they would have passed quickly. They never tell anyone of the identification they found on the wounded soldier, not even the soldier themselves.
Nobody at the Hollender camp seems to know who they are, so Muse A try their best to blend in and hide their heritage. They need to make it out of here alive, after all. Muse B helps them as they recover, and as the two get to know each other it becomes increasingly difficult for Muse A to hide. And when Mercier stages an attack directly on the camp, Muse A is faced with the most difficult decision they've every had to make. Do they side with their nation, the people that abandoned them as they were dying, or back up the people that saved their life?
Muse A: Maven (Misc.) Muse B: Samuel (Ree)
Maven Maven is… quite the oddball that takes a while to understand. He’s an easy individual to approach, since he's quite open minded, free-spirited, and often times gentle. As a collected thinker, he’s not rash with his actions and is quite considerate with those around him, taking responsibility for any mess he creates and looking out for others to the best of his abilities. He’s quite supportive as well of the decisions his companions make, never intervening with their choices unless it clearly involves the decline of their wellbeing. With his ‘frail’ looking built, humble attitude, and easygoing, melodic laugh, he’s viewed as weak and is often frowned upon to those who do not know him in the beginning. However, to those who spend enough time near him, it’s soon apparent that there’s more to him than he appears to be.
While amicable and serene, it’s clear that Maven is rather calculating. He drops his composure and takes on a rather naive act whenever he sees fit and does not care if someone views him as an airhead - as long as he gets what he needs from that situation by acting so, such as their obliviousness to his underlying intentions. In fact, those who have fought alongside him are quick to understand his ruthlessness, especially when the lives of the few he trusts is on the line almost every single day. While merciful if the situation grants him to be so, he can still come off as cold, giving him a surprisingly indifferent and unapproachable demeanour. He also has the tendency to avoid topics that he finds uncomfortable or unnecessary, making it rather frustrating at times to elicit his thoughts from him. His lonely personality is something that many people tend to overlook after meeting him, since the exterior face he puts up is so sunny. In the end, Maven wishes the best for everyone and the end of the long, exhausting war.
Lean and fair, Maven possesses the features of a poet rather than a soldier. He has black hair that falls over his shoulder and dark brown eyes that reflect warmth. There’s a light of mischievousness that resides within his gaze as well, which is quite hard to decipher. A closer look at him reveals the remnants of past injuries and cuts - a thin white line running down the corner of his lips, a line over the left side of his his forehead which is concealed by his dark locks of hair, and (underneath all of his clothing) a long gash down his back that stretches far enough to the right side of his rib collars. His hands are like that of a musician’s, though there are callouses all over them from the years of gripping a weapon. He gets teased for having rather ‘droopy’ eyes, which gives him a much more benevolent appearance.
Samuel At first glance, Samuel is your typical soldier. Respectful, loyal and strong, just as a man in the royal army should be. But what most people fail to see is that his loyalty isn't directed to his superiors but to individuals and that his respect is earned not freely given away. He is a soldier, sure, but he fights for himself and those he wants to protect, not for his kingdom or the people that rule it. He's always been the kind to bring things into question, very rarely does he accept things as truth without taking some time to reflect upon things. He's thoughtful and considerate of his actions, preferring to keep out of trouble than recklessly and inevitably heading into it.
Samuel's anger is the kind that builds steadily before exploding. Press one button too many and there's no stopping the force you've unleashed. However, he is slow to anger, and the things that set him off are quite predictable, so once you know him it's easy enough to avoid. Samuel tends to be impractical and has very little idea when it comes to planning and strategising. No matter how good he is when it comes to figuring out information or how to act, he'll never win a battle that requires wit or create an intricate plot to manipulate his way into getting what he wants. He simply lacks the ability, and whenever he tries anyway he ends up with a solution that causes more problems than it solves.
Much like his personality at first inspection, Samuel's appearance is that of a soldier's. He's built like the kind of man who fights on a daily basis, with his strength focused primarily in his legs and torso from the movements he executes repetitively. His skin is tanned from long days spent out in the sun and scarred from years of battles. The most prominent one runs across his right cheek and over the bridge of his nose, but his arms are covered with old scars, and his hands are calloused. His hair is naturally a light brown but has been sun-bleached to a blonde, and now his hazel eyes are actually darker than it.
Okay I really should go now and sleep before I pass out tomorrow in class
I'll be here later!
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Jan 18, 2017 6:24:55 GMT -5
so sorry it took so long for me to get here! I'm finishing up a few rp posts, and as I'm in school I might be a while longer, but I'll do all I can to get you a character today!
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Jan 18, 2017 6:38:50 GMT -5
Oh no no there's no need to apologize~ Don't worry about it, really cx Take all the time you need!
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Jan 20, 2017 9:01:04 GMT -5
At first glance, Samuel is your typical soldier. Respectful, loyal and strong, just as a man in the royal army should be. But what most people fail to see is that his loyalty isn't directed to his superiors but to individuals and that his respect is earned not freely given away. He is a soldier, sure, but he fights for himself and those he wants to protect, not for his kingdom or the people that rule it. He's always been the kind to bring things into question, very rarely does he accept things as truth without taking some time to reflect upon things. He's thoughtful and considerate of his actions, preferring to keep out of trouble than recklessly and inevitably heading into it.
Samuel's anger is the kind that builds steadily before exploding. Press one button too many and there's no stopping the force you've unleashed. However, he is slow to anger, and the things that set him off are quite predictable, so once you know him it's easy enough to avoid. Samuel tends to be impractical and has very little idea when it comes to planning and strategising. No matter how good he is when it comes to figuring out information or how to act, he'll never win a battle that requires wit or create an intricate plot to manipulate his way into getting what he wants. He simply lacks the ability, and whenever he tries anyway he ends up with a solution that causes more problems than it solves.
Much like his personality at first inspection, Samuel's appearance is that of a soldier's. He's built like the kind of man who fights on a daily basis, with his strength focused primarily in his legs and torso from the movements he executes repetitively. His skin is tanned from long days spent out in the sun and scarred from years of battles. The most prominent one runs across his right cheek and over the bridge of his nose, but his arms are covered with old scars, and his hands are calloused. His hair is naturally a light brown but has been sun-bleached to a blonde, and now his hazel eyes are actually darker than it.
ahh, yes, here he finally is. sorry it took so long.
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Jan 20, 2017 9:10:19 GMT -5
No problem! Let me get the first post back up -- I was debating over Maven's personality for a while but I think that I'm just going to stick with it xux
Any ideas on how to start this?
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Jan 20, 2017 9:38:26 GMT -5
same, I might end up shifting it around a little but for now I'm happy with it. if you end up changing Meven's around a bit as well, that's perfectly alright.
I guess it would make most sense to start with Samuel bringing Maven back to his camp? idk?
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Jan 20, 2017 9:52:47 GMT -5
Thanks! I'll keep that in mind Samuel seems like a wonderful character c:
Right /facedesks I dunno why I just asked that question ;v; curse sleep deprivation for making me forget things even if I was just looking at them Would you like me to start or would you? && by the way, how are you doing?
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Jan 20, 2017 9:58:24 GMT -5
ahh, thank you ^^ he's brand new, so I can only hope he stays that way. Maven seems great, too. an interesting blend of contradictions.
sleep deprivation. man, do I understand that way too well would you mind? I have a few errands to run, so it might be an hour or so before I get something to you either way.
I'm pretty good. just came out of a pretty rough migraine, but I'm back to normal now. exhausted, but otherwise back to normal. how are you?
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Jan 20, 2017 10:20:30 GMT -5
Don't worry too much! I'm sure that he'll be amazing through and through c; And aaa thank you he's also brand new so I'm hoping that he'll turn out all right, haha
The struggles, man. The struggles. I don't mind at all! I'll get started on a starter right away c: Take your time with your replies
Oh no that's terrible! D: It's a relief to hear that it passed but.. If you need to go and rest any time, please go and rest and take care DD:
I'm all right! It's 12am but I'm strangely not feeling too tired I've also been debating about watching Voltron or not. Recently I've been seeing the characters a lot on different places and it looks pretty darn fun cx
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Jan 20, 2017 11:09:02 GMT -5
[ Whew, here it is! I may poof soon though since it's 1am over here right now ;n; ]
Thick black smoke unfurled in the air like the feathers of a peacock, and an unpleasant, metallic odor hung in the air. Maven could barely see anything -- perhaps make out a few colors, but nothing else. The edges of his vision blurred, and it wavered violently with each and every small step he took that shot unbearable pain through his pulsing veins. An arrow suddenly whizzed past him, from which direction he couldn't see, narrowly missing his leg. He could still hear the destrution that erupted all around himself, though it had faded in the background. There were screams that were cut off abruptly, and shrill, mirthless laughters of metal clashing against metal, which plagued the air with resentment and fear.
Locks of Maven's dark hair was plastered to his forehead and cheeks, where dirt and dust and soot had smudged across his skin throughout the long fight. He tried to blink, but soon found that one of his eyes could see nothing but red. Was his forehead bleeding? He didn't know, and he didn't want to know. He couldn't recall what had exactly happened and how he had ended up where he was. Not when he felt as if he was being torn apart.
He kept his hand pressed onto the gaping wound on his abdomen as he finally leaned against something -- something solid. A wall, perhaps. His knees buckled beneath himself as he collapsed, and he was left breathing irregularly, drawing in shaky gasps of the thick, heavy air. He didn't dare glance down, though, and instead opted to let his unfocused gaze search the darkened sky. He knew that the blood seeping out of his wound was like a leaking faucet, and it was only a matter of time before his consciousness would disappear for good.
It was then small bits of his memories seemed to register in his head, and he could recall just a few snippets of the things that had happened before he had been impaled. He regretted hesitating when he saw a too-young Hollender face in front of himself. He should have moved, ducked out of the way - anything but remain frozen for a split second when the boy, who had looked so young, had emerged in front of him, holding a sword with trembling hands and wide, terrified eyes. He had hesitated, and it had allowed one of the older Hollender soldiers behind himself to...
He winced. Maybe someone would be merciful enough to deliver a final blow. He was too weak to move any further, and it felt as if he could no longer control his own body. The back of his hands remained numb against the ground, still.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Jan 20, 2017 11:09:07 GMT -5
that's always the hope with new characters, before you know them quite well enough to say for certain.
thank you so much ^^ I will, thanks again.
that happens sometimes, doesn't it? you absolutely should. it's a big space family and they're all wonderful and the show is so much fun. also, season two just came out today, which is super exciting c:
edit: I'll get a reply to you as soon as I can!
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Jan 20, 2017 11:18:32 GMT -5
Yup it is, haha I'm definitely looking forward to see these two develop and grow though c;
Nono don't thank me just take good care of yourself aaa ;v;
Mhm, it does when you're just kind of sitting there spacing off cx You just don't feel tired for some odd reason A wonerful space family, fun show, and a season two? Ooo boy I'm definitely going to go watch it as soon as I can and probably get hopelessly obsessed
No need to hurry c:
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Jan 20, 2017 11:37:34 GMT -5
oh yes, watching characters grow into people is the most satisfying thing!
now I have to hold myself back from saying thank you again ;-; I'm too british for this.
you explained it perfectly ^^ and then other nights you just fall asleep immediately.
as someone already hopelessly obsessed, probably cx
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Jan 20, 2017 11:48:59 GMT -5
It most certainly is! And it seems like Maven and Samuel are on opposite terms both personality and look-wise so that's going to be pretty interesting to see c'x
That's totally a-okay! I'm too Korean when it comes to saying 'thank you' too. It's just very tempting to say often xux
Why thank you /wiggles eyebrows/ Oh yup, I couldn't have explained it any better for that one that moment when you just feel like you're going to stay up and do something but end up waking up in front of your desk in the morning
We'll be obsessed together haha cx
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Jan 20, 2017 12:10:50 GMT -5
The Hollender army was winning today. It had not been the case the day previous, and Samuel had no way of knowing if it would be the case tomorrow, but today they were. No doubt about it. With each clang of blade against blade, the army forced their way forward. Screams and shouts echoed over the battlefield, but nobody paid them any mind. They'd all seen death. Too much of it. The sounds of the dying were something to be ignored, tuned out. Listening to it only distracted you and fed your nightmares for years to come. As if the nightmares of a soldier needed feeding.
Samuel had gotten good at ignoring these screams. Sometimes one stood out - the last, desperate scream of a child forced into battle was impossible not to hear - but for the most part, they became as faint as the cacophony of blade against blade and the unmistakable smell of blood on the air. You got used to it quickly until you filtered it away completely. He'd walked past too many fatally wounded men, allies and foes, and ignored more pleas for help or mercy than he cared to count. For some reason, today he hadn't been able to.
The man hadn't even been begging for help when Samuel found him. He looked as weak as a leaf on the wind and was certainly close to death by now. Close enough for begging to be out of the question. Close enough for him to have trouble moving, by the look of his arms and hands. Close enough that the medics back at camp might even refuse to try saving his life. Yet, looking down at the man who, upon closer inspection of his weapons, was supposed to be his enemy, there was nothing he could do but bend down and, after murmuring assurance, lift him.
It took effort, more effort than even Samuel's pride might let him admit, but he managed to lift the Mercia soldier. Now what? He hadn't considered this part. What was he supposed to do with an enemy to his entire kingdom? He definitely couldn't put him down, not now that he'd already taken action to help the man. He couldn't waltz into an enemy camp, either, especially not when he had to cross a battlefield to do so. Back to Hollender it was. Luckily enough for him, they were both of Hollender's side of the field. It made it far easier for Samuel to make his way back to camp without having to engage in some sort of combat, all while holding a person. That wouldn't have ended well for either of them.
By the time he arrived back at camp, his arms had gone numb, and it felt as though they might come off at any moment. He had no time to reflect upon this, because the moment he stepped into the medic's tent, as close to the battlefield as was safe, covered in another man's blood and holding that same man in his arms, he was overwhelmed by loud chatter and half a dozen of his own rushing towards them to take the Mercier man off his hands.
As he stood, watching weakly as they started work on the man they didn't realise had tried to kill their allies and friends only hours ago, he only managed to think one thing. What have I done?
[ forgive the mild powerplaying, I felt like a lot of this would end up as pointless filler without it. things ended up moving a little too quickly instead, but whatever.
they are, which is always so fascinating to see! a relationship can go in any direction under those circumstances.
it is, isn't it? I'm back in Sweden now, and thanking people isn't as normal here, so every time I walk out of a store with a thank you to the cashier, I get like ten people giving me strange looks. not to mention the way people react when I say thank you to bus drivers.
waking up at your desk in the morning with an awful crick in your neck. it's the worst
haha, I like the sound of that cx ]
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Jan 20, 2017 13:27:03 GMT -5
[ Of course of course don’t worry about it — sometimes mild power playing is necessary c; If you feel the need to do it don’t hesitate or feel guilty, it’s totally okay with me cx
Aaa yes definitely. They do say opposites attract whatever relationship it may be
Whoa that’s very very different -- don’t worry about those stares it just means that you’re too fabulous That really is pretty surprising though my world has widened I’m so accustomed to saying ‘thank you’ and ‘hello’ to bus drivers and cashiers here (albeit some of their unfriendliness and the lack of appreciation that people especially the younger generation nowadays express to other peeps).
Aw man that’s absolutely the worst. Just having that aching cramp in your neck when you wake up… or when your jaw/cheek hurts so much cause you were leaning it against your arm to sleep ;c;
So do I cx I shall watch it as soon as possible when I have some spare time ]
Just when he was about to close his eyes, Maven saw a very blurry movement in front of him. If his expression hadn’t been intertwined with so much exhaustion from the cold numbness that had settled in him, he would have raised his eyebrows in surprise. He couldn’t see who had neared him properly, or understand why they had, though it was bemusing nonetheless to find someone nearing him out of all the other dying bunch and chaos, especially when their own lives were in danger. It had to be someone from Mercia. It had to. There was no reason for a Hollender soldier to approach him without raising his weapon. A Hollender soldier wouldn’t have even approached him in the first place, he managed to think silently before he lowered his head, letting locks of his hair to fall over his face and curl against his cheeks.
He wasn’t entirely certain of what this individual had murmured, though Maven found himself relaxing at the reassuring tone of his voice as he held onto a sliver of consciousness. When he was lifted up into this individual’s arms and pieced together that he was being carried somewhere, he let his head rest against the individual, letting any small tension in his shoulders go. Whoever had picked him up was emitting a surge of warmth — or perhaps it was just the fact that he was so cold. A few questions drifted in his head, though he was too numb and tired to speak, or to feel the potential wires of hurt that was straining him from the movement. Slowly, he closed his eyes, and let the man — or whoever they were — take him to wherever they were heading.
Perhaps… perhaps if he woke up, he would still be back in the Mercia tent. Perhaps he had dozed off sometime in the middle of a conversation with his close acquaintances, and they would be shaking him awake soon. He was supposed to feel afraid, but he didn’t. Maybe it was because he wasn’t alone, tossed away and disregarded as he bled to death. Or maybe it was because he didn’t care anymore, either way. His thoughts trailed off when he heard a different clamour stir in the background — noisy as it may be it was somehow much more livelier and welcoming than where he had just been, and a blissful darkness finally took over him when he felt himself being lifted up once again.
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When he groggily opened his eyes, he was staring straight up at the tent’s smooth surface, and he bit back a small grunt as everything came washing over him — the throbbing of his head, the pain in his abdomen. He felt his fingers curl around the thin blankets he’d been set on, causing it to form a map of wrinkles. Where was he? What had happened? He realized that his attire had been replaced with bandages that were firmly wrapped around him, particularily over his wound. He noted that despite looking quite fresh, they were soaked with a big blotch of red. Gently, he pushed the white cloth that had been resting on his forehead next to his side with one, delicate sweep of his hand. He tried to rise, but found that he could barely even turn his head to the side, and could not put much strength, if any, in his abdomen. He blinked his warm, dark brown eyes a few times to clear the fogginess that had settled in front of them, only to feel that something was off. He’d visited the medic tent enough to know what it looked like, and this one, though it had its similarities regarding its simplicity, was entirely different all the same. He turned his head around, only to spot different and unfamiliar faces.
The wheels in his head, which had been clogged from pain earlier, started to turn slowly.
No, that couldn’t be.
He almost sprung out of his makeshift bed, though he instantly regretted his choice and found himself digging his elbows into the sheets beneath himself when he’d successfully turned himself over instead of pulling himself up. This couldn’t be where he was thinking. [ Apologies if this post is a little meh, it’s 3am over here and now I’m kind half-asleep now xvx]
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Jan 20, 2017 16:32:55 GMT -5
[ thank you, that is a relief to know as it is, at times, unavoidable. the same goes for you, of course. and your post looks good, no need to worry!
they do say that, and in my expereince it's true, one way or another.
too fabulous indeed. they just cannot comprehend it. it is really surprising, though. not least to me who came back after several years abroad and realised that, oops, I've forgotten how to not say thank you. I think people appreciate it though, even if their first reaction 9 times out of 10 is shock. it's interesting because I find in most cultures that's the norm. it's just up here in the north that we seem to prefer staring silently ahead and not acknowledge anyone else.
omg yes that sucks so bad :c all you want is to rest but then you wake up in pain instead.
I look forward to hearing what you think of it! ]
"He's awake, let the man who brought him in know," one of the medics, an older man, called. Instead of sending the younger generation in the tent rushing to go find the man in question, however, it prompted a slew of people to approach. All were waved away. "You're not needed anymore," the first said sternly. Getting the hint, they left in the order they'd arrived, stopping only briefly to look at the patient they'd been caring for all evening.
"The youths today," the oldest muttered to himself, shaking his head. "You'd think they'd never seen an impaled man before." He clearly wasn't speaking to anyone in particular. In fact, he didn't even walk up to the injured man yet, deciding to give him a little time to adjust instead.
After a few minutes, he walked over to the younger man. "I'm glad to see you're awake," he said, busying himself with checking the other's wound. "Would you like some help turning back around? It'll be better for your wound." He said this all in a very conversational tone, as though he said this kind of thing daily. He probably did.
Samuel hadn't gone far. He'd volunteered to get rid of the newcomers clothing and weapons - if only to keep anyone else from seeing them, he didn't want all his carrying to be in vain - and while he'd wandered through the camp since, he hadn't bothered heading out onto the field.
The medics found him, looking tired as death itself, leaning against one of the only trees in camp. He looked as though he was just coming to from a nap, or maybe he was sinking into one. Either way, the medics had to repeat their message several times before he caught on.
"He's awake," one of them said, rather impatiently by this point. "The soldier you brought in? You know, only a few hours ago? Yeah, he's awake." Samuel started, finally catching on. "Sadon wants to see you again, go over where and how you found him." Samuel nodded, forcing himself up onto his feet.
"Lead the way."
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Jan 21, 2017 2:02:17 GMT -5
[ Nooo problem-o and thank you, I’ll keep that in mind c; && ahh thank you again
Yup. I have a friend who is the complete opposite of me, but we’ve been best friends for a really long time
Exactly. So no need to pay those stares any attention, Ree. I haven’t been there but I think they do appreciate you saying thank you. Just saying that does mean that you’re considerate and appreciative of what they’ve done and… you know, you’re just expressing that gratitude of what they’ve done/what they’re doing every day by saying two words cx
The culture difference is real
It does agghhh D: You’re just trying to rest and when you wake up instead of feeling refreshed you just feel achy
I’m looking forward to watch it!! I’m super excited to get into something new especially since it looks so fun ]
One of the other medics just nodded their head and turned around, leading the exhausted soldier to where the newcomer was. They seemed curious about a few things, such as where and why and how the soldier had come to bring in the fatally injured young man, though they seemed to think better and held their tongue as they trudged along the camp path. There were a few gazes being tossed around at the sight of Samuel, since he had been the one to bring in the newcomer, and it seemed that he usually never did. They were quick to return to their work, however, after a brief glimpse in his direction. They scurried away or returned to speaking with each other in hushed voices as if they had not seen anything or were not thinking of the questions that were rolling in their heads.
“Sam?” There were footsteps in the distance soon followed by the appearance of another soldier, who was a tall and well-built man from all the years of training and fighting with sandy brown hair and piercing hazel brown eyes. Though his gaze held good-natured humour, they were weary, and frighteningly sharp. Although he was oftentimes playful with a deadpan face or the smallest hint of a smirk, the war had taken a toll on the loyal soldier as well (it was quite apparent by the dark half-moons that were settled underneath his eyes). The recent dark smudges over his cheeks, jawline, and throat (along with the rather long cut over his cheek) revealed that he had not yet been looked at — he’d probably shook the medics away and directed them to look at others first. Hugh was, well, quite like Hugh as usual. He seemed to pause when he saw the state Samuel was in, tired beyond recognition, and raised an eyebrow. “You look charming.”
He winced when his bruised side was poked by the small girl next to him who frowned at his words. She was a young individual with a naturally sanguine face and round, benevolent eyes that were so dark they almost looked black. She also looked weary with the darkness underneath her eyes, though she seemed to make an effort to keep her expression free from tight anxiety when she glanced over at Samue with a welcoming gaze. The sight of both of them seemed to cause her eyes to flicker with relief, and her shoulders loosened a little. Her hair fell in short locks over her cheeks and just a below her shoulders in dark waves.
“Hugh, would it kill you to be nice for once?”
Hugh only glanced away, however, with an expression that was intentionally and noticeably unresponsive as he snorted softly. “I’d be the most loveliest and kindest man in this entire camp if death came that easily.”
“I’m being serious.”
“And so am I, Faye.”
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Keeping his lips pressed together, Maven only forced himself to think through the pressure that seemed to be in the air (maybe that was just him though), making it a rather difficult task to see everything clearly. There was a fire in his stomach that he couldn’t quite describe and his lungs that were probably coated with ash from the harsh fight he had been involved in. He remained still for a while as if to adjust to the feeling of being awake — alive — again, taking in small breaths of air as he listened to what was happening in his surrounding. There was an older voice that seemed to command a good bunch of people away before he spoke to himself in what bordered exasperation.
A wave of jaded fatigue filled him, and while he would have allowed the faintest hint of a sheepish smile to touch his lips out of habit even in a situation like this, he was much too drained to do so. Just leaning most of his weight on his right elbow was tiring already. “That would be lovely, thank you,” he croaked, surprised to hear his own voice that had once been lyrical and light-hearted, now raspy and strained.
[ Also I hope that you don't mind me tossing in a female medic and soldier side character! If they don't work here work I'd be more than happy to edit this post and take them out cx ]
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Jan 22, 2017 13:12:56 GMT -5
[ who's saying thank you now ;p nah, it's no problem at all!
yeah, most of my close friends are nothing like me as well. it's quite interesting to see how that works.
the culture difference is so real, haha.
urgh yeah it's awful. then you have to spend the whole day waiting to sleep it off, too. 7
please, keep them! they seem lovely. ]
... Sadon nodded and, gripping the younger man by the shoulders, spun him back around, giving him a quick once over as he did. He'd gotten a fair bit better since his arrival - though, he'd admit that was setting the bar pretty low - which was nothing if not a good sign. That he'd pull back from a wound like his alone was impressive.
"Do you know where you are?" he asked, taking a step back. This was a test, because nobody seemed to recognise this stranger, and even if, in an army this size, that was possible, it was also unlikely. However, it was also a way to check if the man had suffered any kind of serious damage from his time spent unconscious. It was common, and something he saw often, unfortunately.
... Samuel gave a small, amused smile. "You're one to talk, Hugh," he said, as he fell into step beside the other soldier. "Are the medics refusing to see you because you're being an [****], or did you insist that the others needed help first because you're too good to look after yourself - again?" The other man definitely looked like he'd seen better days. So did he, he assumed. He'd held his own today, but that didn't erase the old and fading bruises from days gone by. Not to mention the scars, new and old alike, that would make that appearance more or less permanent.
"Faye, looking lovelier than all of us. As usual," he greeted, mirroring the girl's smile. As a medic, she didn't have the scars that marked a soldier, but it was hard to miss how tired she must be. Like anyone out here, the medics worked more than they should have to.
"So," he said. "He's awake? Do we know who he is yet?" Glancing over the other medics, who he now realised were nowhere near the injured man, he cracked a smile. "He waved you away, didn't he?"
[ ehh, a shorter post than the previous ones but probably going to be my default for now, just so I don't spend too much time on this and inevitably get drained. ]
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Jan 22, 2017 23:26:03 GMT -5
[ Not me >:U gotcha haha
Definitely! It’s kind of odd. You’d expect similar people to stick together but apart from a few similarities a lot of close friends just kind of seem like they're opposites all at the same time
It’s very real and very cool (-8
That’s me right now in school. I just wanna go and sleep ppls stop making me do stuff
aaa that’s a relief to hear ;v; thank you
“I..” Grabbing the side of his head, Maven only furrowed his eyebrows together, forming a small frown on his gentle face. “I’m not quite certain,” he answered with his eyes closed after he had been turned back around so that his back was against the sheets again. His expression revealed subtle distress and confusion, though in his head, he was well aware of his surroundings even with the burning fire in his veins, especially when he had caught a few of the words some of the medics seemed to be spilling out of their mouths. At least his mind was becoming collected a bit even if every part of his muscles ached sorely.
In any case, even if this wasn’t where he thought it was, it would still be better to keep himself anonymous until he could sort things out without having to worry about dying, if he managed to stay as he was without catching something like a fever in the process of recovering. Aside from that, there was no telling what they would do to him if he was identified. When he opened his eyes, his expression loosened from the tension, but only the slightest bit. He then withdrew his hand to his side, ignoring the way how his dark locks were plastered to his forehead from the beads of sweat that had formed. He smiled tiredly in the direction of the older individual. “Thank you, though. For all of this.”
At least that much was genuine. It was quite obvious that this man was a medic by the way how he was dressed and the way how casual he seemed - he must have been a part of the crew for a long time. And Maven knew how horrible it was to try and save someone who had been impaled and almost completely dead. There was no guarantee that someone nearly dead, as he had been, would recover with several medics who could have been helping someone else. There was no guarantee even now that he would live for certain, for multiple reasons one way or another.
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A small, boyish smirk could be caught on Hugh’s face at Samuel’s comment. “Maybe a little bit of both,” he answered, his voice quite stoic despite the amused glimmer in his eyes and the curve of his lips. He wiped the back of his hand over his cheek, seemingly rubbing more soot on than taking it off.
At Samuel’s greeting and words, Faye seemed to tip her head to the side with a warm and somewhat embarrassed smile. Then she was back to frowning at Hugh, who, again, turned his away as if he’d known that she would have shot him a look. “It’s because he refuses to get looked at.”
“I don’t need to get looked at, thank you very much, I’m very much alive.”
“You know you could-“
They both stopped to look at Samuel at is question before they glanced back at each other, then back at Samuel again. Hugh only straightened himself and rubbed the back of his head with a small sigh escaping his lips. “Well, that’s ol’ Sadon for you, waving off the younger ones from swarming one patient.”
“He’s not that old,” Faye said with her eyebrows furrowing before her focus returned to Samuel (in which her expression returned back to the benevolence that seemed to be there like any other time). “I think that he’s being questioned right now.” She shook her head to the side before speaking. “No one seems to know who he is, though. I’m surprised that you don’t know him, Sam,” She rested her hand on her waist, her eyes curious, though there was no suspicion. Just meek curiosity. “I thought that you knew him.”
Also the length is fine so don’t worry about it! As long as the length is comfortable for you I’m completely okay c; ]
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Jan 25, 2017 14:58:34 GMT -5
[ thank you ^^ that's good to know.
right? I wonder why that happens so often? maybe similar people just depend on their similarities to keep the friendship going and when they inevitably change they just can't be friends anymore because they don't know? idk, I know that's happened to me before at least. it's interesting to think about either way.
urgh, school. so exhausting. always.
also, sorry for the wait! I was low on energy for a bit after my migraine and I didn't want to give you a reply when I was half asleep. ]
Sadon hummed, nodding. "That's perfectly normal after the blood-loss you've suffered. It may come back to you, or you might spend the rest of your life with a few gaps in your memory. The only way to find out it to wait it out."
"Just doing my job," he said, but he smiled warmly and nodded again, a silent you're welcome. He began to busy himself with checking the wrappings around the man's wound, making little noises to himself as he bustled around the tent. "Do you remember your name?" he asked, glancing up at the man. "Nobody here seems to recognise you, you see. And how's your wound? Does it feel like it's starting to close or is it still bleeding? Hard to tell from here."
... Samuel shook his head. "No," he said, sounding a little concerned. "I found him bleeding out, and since he seemed to be moving towards our camp I just assumed he was one of ours." He hadn't assumed that at all. He knew very well where the stranger had come from, a little too well for his conscience to like it. "Probably just from one of the stations further west," he said, his words betraying no effort or strain. After all, it would make no sense for him to be approaching a Hollendane camp if he was from anywhere other than Hollender. He had no reason to be anything but casual.
He shrugged, as though the subject didn't require further discussion. "So. Anything interesting happen to you today?" he asked, looking between the other two. "I can't be the only one who had a day not quite like normal."
This change of subject was good, not only because it took the spotlight away from the secret he'd now have to keep unless he wished to be scrutinised from every angle but also because it took his own attention away from it. He didn't want to reflect upon this whole debacle, rather he wanted to forget about it and get that nap. For as long as he could until someone wished to speak to him about it, anyway.
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Jan 27, 2017 6:21:13 GMT -5
[ omg yeah don't thank me for it! seriously whatever's good for you is good for me too c;
yeah it is interesting to think about either way haha... i'm sorry that happened to you D: but i do agree - it's kind of happening to me with that close friend i talked about right now. she's interested in makeup and clothes but doesn't like books and writing all that much. im more of a book and writing person and we were connected because of our love for animation and whatnot but now with everything else that's going on... :c
it is. it's just absolutely exhausting bleugh. we should make it so that school starts later or something x~x
nope that's totally fine owo take a break and rest whenever you need to - your wellbeing is much more important to me so don't worry about it!! ]
"That's unfortunate," he murmured after hearing Sadon's words, though he kept his voice as light as he could.
Maven then blinked once at the warmth the man had just displayed. It was... it was different, honestly. The people who had taken care of him back in the Hollendane camp had always been in a sour mood. They took a longer time to understand - with a little more time, though, he'd seen through a few of their genuine intentions and had regarded them with more respect than before. He'd been close with one - the man had always snapped at him whenever he found himself in the medical tent with a wound, though it was usually out of worry.
My name? He thought to himself. He could give his real name: Maven. After all, it wasn't like he was the only one with that name - there were bound to be people with the same name out of the millions and millions of men who were enrolled. And hundreds of men with that same name who had gone missing and were injured, too, on the same day he had. "My name is Maven," he answered before he gently rested the tip of his fingers over the bandages wrapped tightly around. The small weary but warm curve of his lips lingered. "I think I'll be all right for the time being, thanks to all of you." He then paused for a bit before speaking, a little hesitantly. He didn't want to waste the man's time any longer since he probably had a lot of weight on his shoulders, but... "I... actually do remember something. I remember being carried here by someone. Do you happen to know where or who he is? And if you don't mind, may I have your name?" He wanted to at least know the names of this man who had been one of the people to save his life, aside from the one who had actually brought him in.
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"Well, aside from Fei's constant nagging," started Hugh who seemed to take Samuel's story relatvely well, not pressuring the subject any further, "not too much happened. Just the usual, you know?" A sigh escaped his lips as he rubbed the back of his neck, letting some of the weariness of the earlier fight seep through his expression.
"I'd tell you all about it, but first thing's first: you two need to go and rest." Placing her hands on her waist and regarding the two with slightly knitted eyebrows, Faye shook her head to the side when Hugh looked like he wanted to protest at this remark. "Helping and talking can come later, but only if you have enough energy to spare." Her gaze then turned to that of Samuel's. "I know that Sadon wants to see you, but I can tell him otherwise for now if you'd like."
[ did samuel just say 'bleeding out' ]
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Jan 27, 2017 11:49:52 GMT -5
[ *finger guns* I didn't notice, I didn't even think about it when I wrote it, oops.
nah, it's all good. we're on good terms, we're just not friends anymore, y'know? thanks though. and I'm sorry you're going through the same thing :c drifting away from people isn't fun at all.
isn't it a thing where teenagers actually need longer to properly wake up so the first hour of school is pretty much wasted? idk, i feel like i've seen that somewhere
thanks again ^^ I'll stop apologising for it then or try, at least, i'm too polite for my own good
speaking of which, an even shorter post to follow rip. ]
Samuel would have pouted and pressed for more information, if only Faye hadn't been so right. He was as tired as the battlefield, and he had things to do before he inevitably crashed. He'd been woken and taken here for a reason, and as much as he might like it to be, that reason wasn't catching up with friends.
"Thanks, Faye, but I don't mind seeing him. If anything, that means I can sleep in peace knowing one of you won't prod me awake." He gestured to the medics in the tent, and then to the people waiting to be seen. One of them would rouse him from a particularly good dream if he didn't get this over with, he was sure. "If you could let him know I'm here, though, I'd be grateful. I don't want to interrupt without warning if he's in the middle of something."
... Sadon nodded and, after offering another smile, got ready to leave and move on. He had someone else to talk to, after all, a story to find. But the patient - Maven - spoke again.
"Of course," he said with a shallow incline of his head. "My name is Sadon, and the man who brought you here should be here any minute. His name is Samuel, and he's a soldier here. He brought you in and made sure we had the situation under control, and then he muttered something about going to take a nap. I asked him to be taken here when you woke up, just to hear from him where you were found, in case that affects the treatment you'll need somehow."
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Jan 27, 2017 13:48:53 GMT -5
[ i don’t know if you know cinemasins but if you do i could just hear them saying ‘roll credits’ c’x
ah… i’m glad to know that you’re on good terms with them though :c no problem, man. and nah it’s okay - it’s just something that was bound to happen i guess. hopefully the gap won’t spread even more but xc drifting away isn’t fun at all indeed
yup. honestly i feel like the first hour of school is just students sitting there zoning out. teacher: “hey, kids your age need 10 hrs of sleep.” students: “okay.” teacher: “so that’s why i’m going to give you a 100 page essay homework tonight. good luck sleeping” < i swear my school teachers are like this
haha it’s fine cx i apologise and say thank you quite often too so it’s all good
lol it’s totally fine ree my autocorrect apparently wants to change your name to free for some reason ]
Nodding her head once with a small quirk of her lips at the mention of one of them prodding him awake, which was most likely going to be true, Faye glanced over in the direction of the tent she had come from before speaking once again and gestured for Samuel to follow her. “I’ll let him know right now.”
“You two go and meet Sadon,” said Hugh from where he was before swivelling around with his light hair glinting from the dim light around them. “I’m going to go and get some rest.” Before he completely left, however, he turned his head so that his eyes could catch those of Faye’s and Samuel’s. His expression was still the same - easygoing, nonchalant, and stoic - but there was something in his eyes that bordered worry. “Go and get some sleep after you’re done with whatever you have to do, all right? Can’t have you two collapsing anytime soon.”
Sadon. Maven repeated the name in his head, letting his hand rest on his lap where the sheet was drawn up. He listened and wasn’t too surprised to know that he had just confirmed his suspicions that he was in an enemy camp. He couldn’t have been carried off far, and the only reasonable explanation offered that answer. Though… A nap? He felt his eyes narrow just barely noticeably in thought. Why had the soldier - Samuel - brought him, a dying enemy nonetheless, in? For what purpose? “I see,” he murmured with his eyes resting on the maps of wrinkles that had formed on the sheet from his hands. His voice, quiet and lyrical, held no disrespect when he spoke again. Actually, it was the opposite - there was a newfound warmth to it. “Thank you, Sadon.”
It was then he raised his head when someone else stepped into the tent - someone who was probably a little younger than he was. A seemingly open-spirited girl with short hair and dark eyes. He offered her a small smile when her gaze traveled over to meet his, and to his surprise, she returned it as well. Her focus returned to Sadon, however, as she ducked her head a little. “I’m sorry if I’m interrupting anything and for running late but Sam’s here. Would you like to see him now?”
There was something about this man that made him unsuited for a soldier, Faye thought as she glanced over at him, only to see that he had offered her the smallest tug of his lips. He was… well, what do you call it? There was a calm grace that surrounded him, and he had the appearance of a musician rather than a soldier with thin hands and longer raven black hair. He was quite good-looking in a different way from Sam, she thought, and kindness was reflected on his gentle face. He didn’t look like someone who was fit to be out on the battlefield, less be someone who could kill.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Jan 27, 2017 14:36:43 GMT -5
[ lmao I could totally see that cx
I wish you luck with the situation, however it turns out.
the one perk of being homeschooled tbh. no homework. i remember the assignments I used to get though. there's definitely a fault in their logic. i can't sleep, do extracurriculars, have a social life and do three to four hours of work every night?
if only I could make a freedom joke here. alas, I've no idea how to pull one of those off. ]
Samuel patted Hugh on the shoulder. "Yeah, alright," he said, though really the other man was one to talk. "You'd better get those cuts looked at, too. Look after yourself." With a final pat to the man's shoulder, he turned to follow Faye towards the tent he'd left Sadon and the stranger some hours before.
He listened in on the conversation but didn't step inside, paying the medic and his patients the respect they deserved. It wasn't until Sadon gave an affirmative in his usual, cheery tone that he pushed the tent flap open, greeting the older man with a nod.
"Sam," the man said, stepping forward and offering a kind smile. "Had a good nap, did we?" His tone was mildly teasing, but Samuel simply shrugged.
"It was good, until you sent your little minions to wake me." Sadon responded with a chuckle, as though this was exactly the answer he'd been expecting, then turned back to Faye.
"Thank you, Faye. Take a break, things should be slowing down around here by this time."
Finally, the medic took to introductions. "Maven, Samuel, Faye."
Samuel peered down at the man he'd carried into camp just a short few hours ago, deciding that he should probably be able to describe the man. He didn't look like a soldier. He looked more like an artist of some kind, graceful and gentle. Now that he wasn't covered in blood, he didn't look like he belonged on a battlefield. He belonged somewhere far away. Of course, he knew that to be false. There was no denying that he'd been on a battlefield, closer inspection revealed scars that hinted at a long time spent fighting. Still, the contrast between him and most others in his position was jarring.
"Hi," he said finally, offering a slight smile. "Good to see you awake."
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Jan 27, 2017 15:17:06 GMT -5
[ exactly haha cx roooll credits!
thank you ree ;v; that means a lot
omg i feel you. i wish teachers realise how much their logic isn’t making sense? like i get it - you want us to learn and be successful but gahhh it’s just too much when you gotta balance all of those things xnx like… sleep, extracurriculars, social life, hw, test preparation, project time, making an art portfolio… /cries
it’s okay i can’t make a lot of jokes either except for maybe some horrible puns… and probably because it’s a little over 5am here now ._. ]
There was a small amount of relief that filled Faye’s eyes at the knowledge that things indeed would be slowing down a little more. That would mean less witness of death, less witness of horrible wounds that were too late to take care of. But she had never turned away from that work or from any people who were carried into the medical tents, and she wasn’t willing to either. Lives were valuable, and she’d be damned to sit back and do nothing when a life was slipping through her fingers. Not if she could stop it somehow with the others together. “Thank you,” she said before turning her head to meet the man’s warm gaze at the introduction.
Maven’s eyes lingered on the two next to Sadon for a while, taking their stance, their posture, and their expressions into account. There was a lot that a single look of a person could tell - well, that didn’t mean that he would judge them, no he was far from doing that (especially since looks could be deceiving and he’d learned it the hard way when he’d been too trusting), though he was curious to know what kind of man Samuel was. After all, if he was the one who had picked him up when he’d been practically dead…
He was taller than Maven was and well-built - it was easy to tell that he fought frequently with the strength that seemed to radiate from him. Tanned skin, a few scars with one particularly running over his right cheek and the bridge of his nose, with darker hazel eyes. A soldier. He wasn’t entirely sure why but he suddenly felt conscious of his own scar that ran over his back and his front, which was partially concealed by the bandages wrapped around himself, though bits of it could still be seen. Samuel probably knew who he was and where he truly was from. By the looks of Sadon’s reaction and that of the girl’s, who both seemed to be close with him from what he could grasp, he probably hadn’t told anyone else, either. So then why…?
He returned the slight smile with his own, tipping his head just a bit to the side in greeting. “I’ve heard that it was you who brought me here. I can’t show you enough gratitude for that.” He dipped his head a little towards all three of them this time, really, keeping his expression with the same benevolence. “If I can repay what you’ve done somehow, please let me know.”
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Feb 3, 2017 11:23:59 GMT -5
[ I am so sorry I haven't replied to this yet! I was so sure I had, but looking through my bookmarks today I realised that I hadn't. my sincerest apologies. I'm going to do my absolute best to get you a reply tonight and if not then tomorrow morning.. ]
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Feb 3, 2017 11:43:07 GMT -5
ahh no problem, ree! don't worry about it it's all good c: take your time, really there's no reason to rush ;; i'm totally a-okay with waiting ]
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Feb 4, 2017 12:17:51 GMT -5
Samuel shrugged. "You're welcome," he said, evenly. "But let's cross that bridge when you can stand, yeah?" He gave a warm smile, but the crease of his brow could only mean concern. He wasn't sure why he was feeling it, but if he had to guess he'd pin the blame on the trek here. You could only carry someone so far before you started actually caring if they survived or not. Still, it was strange, feeling that for someone he knew he should want to kill. He'd always known that his battle was not with the individuals in the opposing army but in the men that commanded it, but having put into such clear perspective was almost disorienting.
Sadon nodded his agreement. "You'll be doing nothing until you're doing better," he warned, fixing Maven with a look. It softened after a moment, though, as he turned to Sam again.
"So, Sam," he began, busying himself around the tent again. "I was hoping you'd tell us what happened today." His tone held no suspicion or even tension, it was bright and perhaps a little curious. "I wasn't there, and Maven here has forgotten most of it - not surprising."
Samuel nodded, having expected this to come. It would have been strange if nobody had thought to ask it, after all. He told the story he'd told Faye and Hugh only a short time prior, making sure to explain in more detail where he'd been. That would be what Sadon wanted to know. "I guess there's not that much to tell," he said as he wrapped up. "It wasn't exactly a rescue mission."
[ alright, there it is. sorry again for taking so long. ]
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Post by ᴄᴇʟʟɪsᴛ on Feb 6, 2017 20:47:31 GMT -5
[ no problem ! ]
"That would be the best," he answered with a small nod of his head, though his expression remained quite the same - open and benevolent. The small quirk of his lips turned a little sheepish at Sadon's words and stern look - after all he may or may not have been wanting to at least poke his head out and take in just a small glimpse of his surroundings. Though there was a troubled glimmer in his gaze, he still appeared (and was) grateful in response to Samuel's words as well.
The tall soldier seemed quite... well, he couldn't find the word, but he didn't appear to be malicious or cruel. Actually, the crease of his eyebrows told Maven that he was even worried, which was a little odd considering their opposing positions, though he had the feeling that if Samuel was in danger in the near future, he would do the same. After watching Faye excuse herself, his attention returned back to Samuel's explanation of where he had been found. He examined both of their faces for a bit before turning his gaze away elsewhere. He'd have to keep Samuel's story in mind. Something told him that things wouldn't end well for Samuel either if his identity was revealed anytime soon.
He considered begging asking Sadon to let him temporarily walk just a little bit around the tent at least, though he thought better of it and let the thought remain in his head. Even if he tried to keep the escape routes in the back of his mind just in case he needed it, he reminded himself that there was a high chance that he wouldn't make it. Not with this unhealed wound. "Sadon, Samuel," he said, keeping the respectful note in his voice. It was always his bad habit to call people casually as some of his companions put it (he wondered briefly if they were all right). "I'll be fine. If you need to go elsewhere, please go ahead. I don't want to take up much more of your time."
The words might have come off as dismissive coming from someone else, but the air around him and his softened features made it quite clear that he was being genuine with what he said in that he did not want to steal much more time from either one of them. Besides, Samuel looked like he needed to go and rest - the man looked past tired.
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