The sun bled through Aera's courtains, its presence unwelcome. She didn't want to wake up, but today was especially important. With a yawn, she sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Today was when she would begin her training.
Aera brushed her curtains aside for a moment to glance outside. From the motel room, she could see the gates had already beem opened. Training would begin at any moment. She was late.
She rushed to her dresser. There, in the top drawer, was her uniform, neatly folded. Frantically, she tossed the pants, belts, and jacket onto her bed. In the center drawer, she grabbed the first bra she could find and quickly put it on before slipping on a black T-shirt that was a size too small. She prefered not to wear it because she didn't like the way it hugged her chest, but it was the only shirt she had; she usually wore dresses instead.
As quickly as she could, Aera dashed back to her bed and struggled to get into the tight, white pants. Everything she was wearing was tight on her, and she did not like it one bit. What took her the longest amount of time was putting on the belts. It would have been tremendously easier if there was someone to help her with it.
After what felt like forever, the belts were finally on, and she finished by slipping on the jacket and leather thing that went over her hips, both of which were also tight, and putting on socks and boots before sprinting out of her room and downstairs.
At the bottom of the stairs, she noticed the small, flat, round bottle hanging from her necklace, the black elixir sloshing inside and staining the cork. Her necklace was ribbon held together by a metal clasp. She used to have a gold chain, but she had to sell it for money a long time ago. She remembered being relieved to get rid of it. It reminded her too much of life before the instance with the collossal titan.
She tucked the bottle underneath her shirt.
"Starting your training today?" An older man-the motel's receptionist-asked.
"Yeah," Aera answered back without turning around or stopping. She threw open the door and continued to race towards the gates. When she finally arrived, she positioned herself at the end of one of the lines near the back, panting. It was only then that she became aware of her hunger and thirst.
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I would tell you about how awesome I am down here, but I have a feeling you probably already know that. <- Please. ._.
((It's not much of an issue, as Admiral went Missing in Action for some days, and we need him to continue the roleplay, as he's controlling the instructor.))
((Aw, while he's not there, let's just make up a substitute instructor that'll appear in place until Admiral arrives to continue with his own?))
((It's not much of an issue, as Admiral went Missing in Action for some days, and we need him to continue the roleplay, as he's controlling the instructor.))
((Aw, while he's not there, let's just make up a substitute instructor that'll appear in place until Admiral arrives to continue with his own?))
(Flore)
My eyes darted to the side as I noticed some late-comers, specifically, one with red hair who seemed to be wincing slightly (Aera does have red hair, right? or did I get that wrong?) I quickly turned my eyes back ahead as I tried to ignore my surroundings, finding it rather hard to do so.
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We are cursed, hexed, to never be able to understand the reason for our existence.
I make my own reasons.
((I'm so sorry for not being around guys. I'm actually gonna be taking the CAHSEE at my school so all my time this week is gonna be taken up by that. Could someone please take over Corporal Grey while I'm gone. Just get to know each other in the RP and let dorms be assigned. The real training will begin tomorrow in the RP. I need to focus on school this week, sorry,))
((She has reddish-brown hair, but your character can perceive it as red since it is a mixture of the two colors.))
Aera couldn't help but notice some people were staring at her, and it was making her very uncomfortable. It often happens when anyone arrives anywhere late, but she didn't particularly like it at all. She shifted her weight on her other foot. Truthfully, she was in disbelief they hadn't started yet. Who knew how long the gate had been left open before she even woke up? Maybe they didn't want to start without everyone, though it didn't seem likely for a military camp to be so thoughtful. Aera was beginning to sweat in her uniform. It was over.
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I would tell you about how awesome I am down here, but I have a feeling you probably already know that. <- Please. ._.
((I'm so sorry for not being around guys. I'm actually gonna be taking the CAHSEE at my school so all my time this week is gonna be taken up by that. Could someone please take over Corporal Grey while I'm gone. Just get to know each other in the RP and let dorms be assigned. The real training will begin tomorrow in the RP. I need to focus on school this week, sorry,))
((who's gonna do it? Bags not it! :P))
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We are cursed, hexed, to never be able to understand the reason for our existence.
I make my own reasons.
The fresh meat filed into the field, complying with my orders like well-trained sheep. The only question now was who would be first up to slaughter? I scanned the rows of trainees as they tried their best to stand at attention, discerning from their expressions and every little action who the meek and mild were from the strong-willed and strong-hearted; placing my bets on those that would crack before the end of their training and those that would move on to become their squad’s top 10. Many of them retained the admirable quality of self-control as they stoned themselves and shared no signs of anxiety or nervousness; although, there were others that could not help but steal a glance or two at the other arrivals, perhaps gauging their competition like I had when I was in their boots. The brief remembrance of my past stunted me for a moment, before I too returned to my stern gaze. I glanced at my watch with irritation. These cadets did not move fast enough. It had been 5 minutes since the gates had been opened, yet there were still stragglers flowing in. I released a curt, inaudible sigh in hopes of calming myself. It was all for a reason. Those stragglers would be among some of my first targets. Their tardiness would not go unpunished.
At the stroke of the 6th minute, exactly, I motioned to one of the guards to close the gates, sealing all those that had not managed to join the rest, on the other side of the rot iron bars. The clanging of the closed gates was the only noise to resound around the silent field, as no one dared talk. The eyes of these new recruits bore into me. I could feel their expectant gazes as they stared at the one in charge, and the sensation that it carried was most enjoyable. Oh how it felt to be at the threshold of authority.
“ATTENTION!” the head instructor bellowed from where he stood at the head of the field, half expecting some of the aspiring cadets to jump at the sudden shrillness of his voice. The head instructor waited a moment to the let the effect sink in before continuing, “I am Ioonis Veland, Head Instructor, and I will be in charge of beating your worthless a**es into the ideal soldier. I have also hand selected these two men to uptake this arduous mission in reforming you pieces of trash into well-oiled titan fighting machines.” With the cue, given by the head instructor, Corporal Veland, I stepped forward along with the other corporal for introductions.
“I am Daniel Grey, but as your Field Instructor, you will only refer to me as Corporal Grey. Also, under the circumstances that Corporal Veland is unavailable, I will be your Head Instuctor,” I announced before stepping back into my position.
“And I am Navin Aldair. I will be in charge of teaching you the basics on how to use the Three Dimensional Maneuver Gear. You will address me as Corporal Aldair,” Corporal Aldair declared, before he too moved back into position.
Pleased with our introductions, Corporal Veland nodded and roared, “Now that our introductions are out of the way, let us begin, shall we?” The Corporal Veland, Aldair, and I dispersed from our positions at the head of the field and stalked down the columns of cadets, intently staring each and every one of them in the eye.
I stopped in front of my first victim, a dark skinned man carrying an unauthorized bow and quiver of arrows. The forming wrinkles on my forehead crease as I inquire, “Who are you, recruit?!”
((How does that sound? I was thinking about having the Corporals circulate around and ask a couple of people before dismissing to dorms and such; that is unless you all think that introductions are unnecessary?))
(( Whatever you guys want, I don't care. ))
I remained in my soldier position, stealing a glance at my friend next to me, in witch the Corporal was yelling at. My eyes darted to my leg, where my dagger lay. I had to be careful not to make any sudden movements, or else i'll be in for a wound. I shifted uncomfortably, a small smile tugging at my lips at the thought of slaying a titan.
Sky glanced at who the corporal spoke to and smirked. She noticed it was that one man she saw earlier before she returned her gaze back. She was annoyed at those who were late as she continued to note everyone present that she saw earlier. She could only look at the ones in her row and didn't want to look at the ones behind her.
Sweat begins to flow through the forehead as I realize that, right on the first day, I might alterady be losing a few karma points in the training. I open my mouth to speak, but hesitate a bit.
"....I am Kirill..." I answer in a slightly lower tone. I could clearly tell he was angry at me for bringing the bow. At that point, I had two options.
One; Convince him to let me wield the bow by proving him my skills. Risky to say the least. Clearly he wasn't there for jokes, and should I narrowly miss even one time, my bow'd be a goner for good.
Two; Comply to his orders and put away my bow and quiver. Somewhat viable. However, it also has it's own problems; I am weak and defenseless without any sort of ranged weapon, whether it's a crossbow or a slingshot with a pebble.
"...the reason I have a bow is because I'm an archer. Trained for two years," I added. My conscience was internally screaming for me to just toss away my weapons, but my soul told me to try and wait.
((How does that sound? I was thinking about having the Corporals circulate around and ask a couple of people before dismissing to dorms and such; that is unless you all think that introductions are unnecessary?))
(Flore)
I heard the instructor shout at Kirill, and gulped silently, breathing slowly as beads of sweat began to form on my face. I took a short glance down, looking directly at the ground for a few moments before quickly going back to staring straight ahead, ignoring the immense amount of people in the area. I listened to Kirill, and realised he was panicked. 'he must really want to succeed here... I hope I will too!' I thought, gulping again, 'I hope.'
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We are cursed, hexed, to never be able to understand the reason for our existence.
I make my own reasons.
'Nice answer, Kirill.' I thought, Smirking. I shifted my un armed leg, and blinked. 'I wonder if we're allowed to have concealed weapons..' I instantly got nervous at that thought.
The recruit’s hesitation and increased sense of nervousness made me want to grin. The increase in the tension that permeated the atmosphere only fueled my ego even more. Being leader and commanding such authority truly felt good. The muffled sound of the slight uneasy shuffle in feet and crinkle of crisp new training uniforms only made the job more fun. All of their strong-faced facades were slowly crumbling.
I scrutinized the recruit, who stated that his name was Kirill, through squinted eyes; he was a sharp one. I had not even gotten around to mentioning that the usage of his weapon was prohibited, yet he had already tried to explain himself…After making a mental note and shifting my original judgment of him, I continued with my inquiry, “An archer you say? Well how good of a marksman are you? What is the greatest distance that you can shoot from and still achieve a bullseye?”
Corporal Veland:
As Corporal Grey took care of the cadet wielding the bow, I began to approach my first target, a tall, large, buff, muscular male with a crew cut and a long scar that spanned across his cheek. My subordinates informed me earlier that this miscreant had been the cause of the scuffle that had occurred in the area in front of the academy. Supposedly, he had at first tried to steal money from one man and then punched another. In fear of him harming others or a barrage of other violent actions, the officers that had brought him on to the academy grounds had left his hands tied.
The closer in proximity that I got in respect to the man, the more my stoic gaze changed into something of a mixture between a glare and a grimace.
Corporal Aldair:
I noticed that the Head Instructor was making a move to commence his own acquaintance with the cadets, so I wondered if I was supposed to, too. Would it be rude if I, too, started questioning someone? Well I guess, first off, who would I approach? Hmm…
I scanned the columns of recruits around me and my eyes landed on a girl with orange hair. Beads of perspiration began to accumulate on her face and she glanced down at the ground right before quickly regaining her original poise. Perfect. When it came to be my turn, I will approach her first.
((Sorry, these introductions are going to take a while. Should two or three people be approached for introductions at once or should it be one at a time?))
((Sorry, these introductions are going to take a while. Should two or three people be approached for introductions at once or should it be one at a time?))
((I think it should be fine to do multiple at a time, if we pretend they're not at the same time chronologically, but let's not do that, so none of us miss anything ^-^; ))
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We are cursed, hexed, to never be able to understand the reason for our existence.
I make my own reasons.
(( SORRY, I WAS away! I was suppose to rp, but dark souls 2 got to me O-o Can someone explain what's happened so far so Oswald can catch up to the story? ))
((Story so far:
the trainees gathered in the marketplace, where a scuffle between two men and a small, shy girl took place. the thief, who the girl had been pursuing in attempt to befriend went crazy and punched another trainee, afterwards being knocked unconscious and tied up. soon after, the trainees began to gather and went into lines, so that the instructors could see them. this is horribly simplified, but that's pretty much it))
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We are cursed, hexed, to never be able to understand the reason for our existence.
I make my own reasons.
The Corporals payed no mind on the ones before of the first, and second line of cadets. My tied hands remains tried, waiting for the perfect time to unbound them using my strength. As for now, I lay quiet behind the cadets.
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Let us swallow them up alive as the grave, and whole, as those that go down into the pit;
“An archer you say? Well how good of a marksman are you? What is the greatest distance that you can shoot from and still achieve a bullseye?”
((Oh boy, this is going to be a tough question to have my character answer. I'm not an archer in real life, so I don't know what distance it exactly should be so he's skilled while not being a Gary Stu.))
"Well... it usually depends on the target," I answer. "Provided I can see the target, know the weight of the arrow, the force I use to throw it, and the direction of the wind.... I estimate around 121 meters. For bigger targets like Titans.... probably around 250 meters or so," I clarify.
((I'm not sure. If he doesn't shows up alterady, we'll have to do that.))
((I will post 2 Levi's every 24 hours until the OP posts the next bit of the RP, posting said images by editing this post))
We are cursed, hexed, to never be able to understand the reason for our existence.
I make my own reasons.
The sun bled through Aera's courtains, its presence unwelcome. She didn't want to wake up, but today was especially important. With a yawn, she sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Today was when she would begin her training.
Aera brushed her curtains aside for a moment to glance outside. From the motel room, she could see the gates had already beem opened. Training would begin at any moment. She was late.
She rushed to her dresser. There, in the top drawer, was her uniform, neatly folded. Frantically, she tossed the pants, belts, and jacket onto her bed. In the center drawer, she grabbed the first bra she could find and quickly put it on before slipping on a black T-shirt that was a size too small. She prefered not to wear it because she didn't like the way it hugged her chest, but it was the only shirt she had; she usually wore dresses instead.
As quickly as she could, Aera dashed back to her bed and struggled to get into the tight, white pants. Everything she was wearing was tight on her, and she did not like it one bit. What took her the longest amount of time was putting on the belts. It would have been tremendously easier if there was someone to help her with it.
After what felt like forever, the belts were finally on, and she finished by slipping on the jacket and leather thing that went over her hips, both of which were also tight, and putting on socks and boots before sprinting out of her room and downstairs.
At the bottom of the stairs, she noticed the small, flat, round bottle hanging from her necklace, the black elixir sloshing inside and staining the cork. Her necklace was ribbon held together by a metal clasp. She used to have a gold chain, but she had to sell it for money a long time ago. She remembered being relieved to get rid of it. It reminded her too much of life before the instance with the collossal titan.
She tucked the bottle underneath her shirt.
"Starting your training today?" An older man-the motel's receptionist-asked.
"Yeah," Aera answered back without turning around or stopping. She threw open the door and continued to race towards the gates. When she finally arrived, she positioned herself at the end of one of the lines near the back, panting. It was only then that she became aware of her hunger and thirst.
<- Please. ._.
((It's not much of an issue, as Admiral went Missing in Action for some days, and we need him to continue the roleplay, as he's controlling the instructor.))
((Aw, while he's not there, let's just make up a substitute instructor that'll appear in place until Admiral arrives to continue with his own?))
(( Good idea. ))
My eyes darted to the side as I noticed some late-comers, specifically, one with red hair who seemed to be wincing slightly (Aera does have red hair, right? or did I get that wrong?) I quickly turned my eyes back ahead as I tried to ignore my surroundings, finding it rather hard to do so.
We are cursed, hexed, to never be able to understand the reason for our existence.
I make my own reasons.
Aera couldn't help but notice some people were staring at her, and it was making her very uncomfortable. It often happens when anyone arrives anywhere late, but she didn't particularly like it at all. She shifted her weight on her other foot. Truthfully, she was in disbelief they hadn't started yet. Who knew how long the gate had been left open before she even woke up? Maybe they didn't want to start without everyone, though it didn't seem likely for a military camp to be so thoughtful. Aera was beginning to sweat in her uniform. It was over.
<- Please. ._.
((who's gonna do it? Bags not it! :P))
We are cursed, hexed, to never be able to understand the reason for our existence.
I make my own reasons.
The fresh meat filed into the field, complying with my orders like well-trained sheep. The only question now was who would be first up to slaughter? I scanned the rows of trainees as they tried their best to stand at attention, discerning from their expressions and every little action who the meek and mild were from the strong-willed and strong-hearted; placing my bets on those that would crack before the end of their training and those that would move on to become their squad’s top 10. Many of them retained the admirable quality of self-control as they stoned themselves and shared no signs of anxiety or nervousness; although, there were others that could not help but steal a glance or two at the other arrivals, perhaps gauging their competition like I had when I was in their boots. The brief remembrance of my past stunted me for a moment, before I too returned to my stern gaze. I glanced at my watch with irritation. These cadets did not move fast enough. It had been 5 minutes since the gates had been opened, yet there were still stragglers flowing in. I released a curt, inaudible sigh in hopes of calming myself. It was all for a reason. Those stragglers would be among some of my first targets. Their tardiness would not go unpunished.
At the stroke of the 6th minute, exactly, I motioned to one of the guards to close the gates, sealing all those that had not managed to join the rest, on the other side of the rot iron bars. The clanging of the closed gates was the only noise to resound around the silent field, as no one dared talk. The eyes of these new recruits bore into me. I could feel their expectant gazes as they stared at the one in charge, and the sensation that it carried was most enjoyable. Oh how it felt to be at the threshold of authority.
“ATTENTION!” the head instructor bellowed from where he stood at the head of the field, half expecting some of the aspiring cadets to jump at the sudden shrillness of his voice. The head instructor waited a moment to the let the effect sink in before continuing, “I am Ioonis Veland, Head Instructor, and I will be in charge of beating your worthless a**es into the ideal soldier. I have also hand selected these two men to uptake this arduous mission in reforming you pieces of trash into well-oiled titan fighting machines.” With the cue, given by the head instructor, Corporal Veland, I stepped forward along with the other corporal for introductions.
“I am Daniel Grey, but as your Field Instructor, you will only refer to me as Corporal Grey. Also, under the circumstances that Corporal Veland is unavailable, I will be your Head Instuctor,” I announced before stepping back into my position.
“And I am Navin Aldair. I will be in charge of teaching you the basics on how to use the Three Dimensional Maneuver Gear. You will address me as Corporal Aldair,” Corporal Aldair declared, before he too moved back into position.
Pleased with our introductions, Corporal Veland nodded and roared, “Now that our introductions are out of the way, let us begin, shall we?” The Corporal Veland, Aldair, and I dispersed from our positions at the head of the field and stalked down the columns of cadets, intently staring each and every one of them in the eye.
I stopped in front of my first victim, a dark skinned man carrying an unauthorized bow and quiver of arrows. The forming wrinkles on my forehead crease as I inquire, “Who are you, recruit?!”
((How does that sound? I was thinking about having the Corporals circulate around and ask a couple of people before dismissing to dorms and such; that is unless you all think that introductions are unnecessary?))
I remained in my soldier position, stealing a glance at my friend next to me, in witch the Corporal was yelling at. My eyes darted to my leg, where my dagger lay. I had to be careful not to make any sudden movements, or else i'll be in for a wound. I shifted uncomfortably, a small smile tugging at my lips at the thought of slaying a titan.
"....I am Kirill..." I answer in a slightly lower tone. I could clearly tell he was angry at me for bringing the bow. At that point, I had two options.
One; Convince him to let me wield the bow by proving him my skills. Risky to say the least. Clearly he wasn't there for jokes, and should I narrowly miss even one time, my bow'd be a goner for good.
Two; Comply to his orders and put away my bow and quiver. Somewhat viable. However, it also has it's own problems; I am weak and defenseless without any sort of ranged weapon, whether it's a crossbow or a slingshot with a pebble.
"...the reason I have a bow is because I'm an archer. Trained for two years," I added. My conscience was internally screaming for me to just toss away my weapons, but my soul told me to try and wait.
((It's nice and creates an atmosphere.))
I heard the instructor shout at Kirill, and gulped silently, breathing slowly as beads of sweat began to form on my face. I took a short glance down, looking directly at the ground for a few moments before quickly going back to staring straight ahead, ignoring the immense amount of people in the area. I listened to Kirill, and realised he was panicked. 'he must really want to succeed here... I hope I will too!' I thought, gulping again, 'I hope.'
We are cursed, hexed, to never be able to understand the reason for our existence.
I make my own reasons.
The recruit’s hesitation and increased sense of nervousness made me want to grin. The increase in the tension that permeated the atmosphere only fueled my ego even more. Being leader and commanding such authority truly felt good. The muffled sound of the slight uneasy shuffle in feet and crinkle of crisp new training uniforms only made the job more fun. All of their strong-faced facades were slowly crumbling.
I scrutinized the recruit, who stated that his name was Kirill, through squinted eyes; he was a sharp one. I had not even gotten around to mentioning that the usage of his weapon was prohibited, yet he had already tried to explain himself…After making a mental note and shifting my original judgment of him, I continued with my inquiry, “An archer you say? Well how good of a marksman are you? What is the greatest distance that you can shoot from and still achieve a bullseye?”
Corporal Veland:
As Corporal Grey took care of the cadet wielding the bow, I began to approach my first target, a tall, large, buff, muscular male with a crew cut and a long scar that spanned across his cheek. My subordinates informed me earlier that this miscreant had been the cause of the scuffle that had occurred in the area in front of the academy. Supposedly, he had at first tried to steal money from one man and then punched another. In fear of him harming others or a barrage of other violent actions, the officers that had brought him on to the academy grounds had left his hands tied.
The closer in proximity that I got in respect to the man, the more my stoic gaze changed into something of a mixture between a glare and a grimace.
Corporal Aldair:
I noticed that the Head Instructor was making a move to commence his own acquaintance with the cadets, so I wondered if I was supposed to, too. Would it be rude if I, too, started questioning someone? Well I guess, first off, who would I approach? Hmm…
I scanned the columns of recruits around me and my eyes landed on a girl with orange hair. Beads of perspiration began to accumulate on her face and she glanced down at the ground right before quickly regaining her original poise. Perfect. When it came to be my turn, I will approach her first.
((Sorry, these introductions are going to take a while. Should two or three people be approached for introductions at once or should it be one at a time?))
((I think it should be fine to do multiple at a time, if we pretend they're not at the same time chronologically, but let's not do that, so none of us miss anything ^-^; ))
We are cursed, hexed, to never be able to understand the reason for our existence.
I make my own reasons.
((Story so far:
the trainees gathered in the marketplace, where a scuffle between two men and a small, shy girl took place. the thief, who the girl had been pursuing in attempt to befriend went crazy and punched another trainee, afterwards being knocked unconscious and tied up. soon after, the trainees began to gather and went into lines, so that the instructors could see them. this is horribly simplified, but that's pretty much it))
We are cursed, hexed, to never be able to understand the reason for our existence.
I make my own reasons.
The Corporals payed no mind on the ones before of the first, and second line of cadets. My tied hands remains tried, waiting for the perfect time to unbound them using my strength. As for now, I lay quiet behind the cadets.
((Oh boy, this is going to be a tough question to have my character answer. I'm not an archer in real life, so I don't know what distance it exactly should be so he's skilled while not being a Gary Stu.))
"Well... it usually depends on the target," I answer. "Provided I can see the target, know the weight of the arrow, the force I use to throw it, and the direction of the wind.... I estimate around 121 meters. For bigger targets like Titans.... probably around 250 meters or so," I clarify.