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Post by Ayipuyi on Dec 21, 2006 20:45:03 GMT -5
((Nyeh, I don't see any reason why to put up a board for recruitment when you could just have a thread instead. So, basically, here's a recruitment thread. Since Herne has no Brigadier, Lieutenant, or Marshal, Jeromy is in charge of it until further notice.))
Another absolutely boring day. With the mist wrapping around his ankles, and a frosty wind nipping at his face, he exhaled loudly. Why on Earth had he been placed at the isolated, foggy base of Herne? It was very empty for a training base. Then again, Jeromy was used to the somewhat lively Alagan base. He missed being among decent warriors. But, alas, fate had forced the pale man to the misty shores of the east. He was to find decent warriors, and train them up until Amaria found herself a reliable Brigadier. Jeromy snorted softly, and shook his head. So, he'd been sent away from the main army, and had been told to find some decent warriors! Had Amaria not needed him by her side? Her condition... He'd have to make a quick trip back to Alagan before long.
Sighing to himself, the recruiter leaned against a tree, looking around the misty woods. He didn't like newcomers. He didn't like untrustworthy people. More than likely, he'd find one of Kaiser's little cronies trying to infilterate Herne. Jeromy smiled slightly and put a hand on one of his curved sabres. Oh, if any of those little demons showed their faces around Herne, he'd make sure they met their creator. Amaria might take captives, but Jeromy didn't. Oh, he didn't like to have prisoners to take care of. He liked dealing the final judgement himself. Thankfully, Amaria wasn't there to make sure he didn't get out of hand.
Oh, he was smart, but he didn't like it when spies tried to infilterate their ranks. And, Jeromy was rather good at sniffing out baddies. He was also good at sneaking into bases. But, he'd ask for spying duties later (he figured he'd double as a spy until they got some decent agents).
He groaned to himself, wondering how the heck he'd ended up with accepting newcomers. Why did he have to be the recruiter? Why not Dakota? Or Amaria herself? Why him? The Tactician didn't know, but he did know that he was growing more and more bored by the minute. If some stupid recruit didn't find their way into the misty woods soon, he'd probably die of boredom.
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Post by Shades on Dec 21, 2006 22:26:41 GMT -5
A sneeze penetrated the silence at the Herne Training Base. Bane didn't know where she was, but she did know she didn't like that spider web going up her nose. She sneezed once more, dislodging the silky web from her face, and a strand of auburn hair from her tight bun. She blew it out from her face and licked her lips to moisten them. Ducking down, Bane avoided the rest of the spider's web.
Moving toward the Base silently, she finally saw the outline of someone. Hmm... Someone to prick with...? she thought. She wasn't sure if she wanted to do that, though; Bane needed a job, and a life. Until now she had just been a wanderer. Should I introduce myself as a recruit, or a mercenary? she asked herself. It would be better, she decided, if she told this figure that she was a mercenary, or bounty hunter, whichever term they preferred. Her past jobs actually were hunting bounties, along with a mechanics job.
Bane moved forward a few more feet, and was finally delivered from the cloud of mist that had surrounded her for so long. She could finally see who the figure was that stood outside the Herne Base. Bane was all too aware that her rapier, dagger, and whip were well within view, but maybe that might pursuade the guard to let her in to talk some business. Setting her mind, she approached Jeromy.
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Post by Ayipuyi on Dec 21, 2006 22:45:11 GMT -5
A sneeze. At once, the Tactician grabbed the sabre to his right and pulled it out of the sheath. His eyes flicked from one place to the other. He'd heard a sneeze, somewhere in the distance. However, when he sniffed the air, the moisture blocked all of the scents. Cursing under his breath, the half werewolf stood his ground, green and blue eyes searching through the mist. Who was there? He felt his muscles tense, and his heart raced. A faint scent of a girl drifted towards him, but he didn't say anything. A recruit? Hopefully, someone worth his time!
She came from the fog, a young woman around his age. Her eyes were odd, or, well, they weren't like normal eyes. Then again, Jeromy was used to even the most bizarre. Bane's pupils weren't all that weird. The gray eyes were a little out of the ordinary, but he didn't seem to care. He smiled slightly, fangs poking from under his lips. Another person with longer fangs. That was interesting.
His eyes automatically looked the girl over, not checking out her figure, or anything of the sort. Jeromy was interested in what weapons she carried, and the weird tattoo under her eye. Was she from some sort of cult? Was she a witch? The Tactician didn't say a word, his sharp eyes looking at her hair that was in a bun, her strong body, and the whip she carried. It was then when he noticed the rapier and dagger. Nodding slightly in satisfaction, he'd given her something akin to an 'A' for physical appearence. She wasn't too fat, nor too skinny, and had some decent looking weapons.
"You there; be you a guard?"
Realizing he still had a sabre in his hand, the black-haired man sheathed it again, and gazed at the girl. A guard? Puh. He was a lot better than some measly old guard! "I'm the Tactician for the army." He said, voice rather blunt. Jeromy was never one to beat around the The Mistake. "What is your business here?"
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Post by Shades on Dec 21, 2006 22:59:39 GMT -5
She watched the sabre warily that Jeromy had in his hand, wondering if it was a good idea to come here or not. Bane watched the Tactician give her a visual once over, noting that his eyes rested longer on her weapons, and maroon tearshaped tattoo.
Automatically, she started to run her hand over it, but stopped herself, and made to re-adjust her whip, though it didn't need it. The woman gave Jeromy a half smirk as he corrected her, but noted not to do it again; her lower lip cracked and began to ooze blood. Quickly licking it off, Ban wondered if Jeromy had seen it.
She nodded, sensing that she had already insulted him, somewhat. "I've come looking for a job," she answered him. "I double as a mechanic and assassin." She cleared her throat, which had become scratchy in middle of 'mechanic'. That's what she got for not using her voice as much as she should. But with no one to talk to, why the use?
"The Herne Base?" she asked, keeping her sentences short, for her lip and voice's sake. She had seen the Alagan Base once, and this wasn't it; so she assumed this was Herne, but wanted to make sure.[/font]
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Post by Ayipuyi on Dec 22, 2006 11:28:09 GMT -5
She might look like a warrior, but does she have the loyalty and strength of a possible recruit? Jeromy tapped his fingers against the hilt of his left sabre. She's physically fit, though... And we need more privates... But he wasn't about to let her in so quickly. He needed to make sure she was good enough for Herne.
One quick look at her tattoo made the girl begin to run her hand over it, but she quickly began re-adjusting her whip. Interesting weapon of choice. A whip? Quick, but not exactly strong... He eyed the rapier again. Then again, she has a decent looking sword. A sight whiff of blood was on the wind, and Jeromy saw Bane licking away a crimson liquid. Cracked lips? He thought, but didn't say anything.
"I've come looking for a job." Well duh, Jeromy had assumed that to begin with. Why else would someone have marched through the misty woods? It was rather a secluded area, and he doubted that anyone would come into the dangerous woods just for laughs. "I double as a mechanic and assassin." The Tactician nodded silently.
"An assassin? I assume you have enough talent to back up that claim." He replied emotionlessly. "You haven't told me your name yet. Where do you come from?"
"The Herne Base?"
"Well, it certainly isn't the Red River Base."
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Post by Shades on Dec 22, 2006 11:42:28 GMT -5
Bane quit findgetting with the whip, and took in Jeromy's words. "Of course I have talent to my occupations up, both of them," she said, but as a mere statement. She was in no position to get snippy with someone who could lead her to a job. She also wasn't in the mood to argue, which was surprising.
Where I come from...? Why d'they need to know that? she thought, paniced. It's not like I'm a spy! But her subconsious answered that question immediately. They don't know that. Getting paniced for nothing, Bane. Of course they wanted to know if she was a spy. Bane could've kicked herself for thinking that.
"My name is Bane," she told Jeromy, hoping that he would disregard her place of origin. She began to feel the beginnings of cold sweat; without touching her face, she knew it was clammy. She looked into his face for the first time, her oblong pupil contracting. "May I ask your name?"
She didn't really care about his name, though; she wanted to change the subject of the conversation, if you could it that. Being quite paranoid about her past, she didn't even want to reveal any location at all, even just the name of where she came from. She seemed not to realize that she was over-reacting, and quite a bit at that. [/font]
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Post by Ayipuyi on Dec 22, 2006 12:33:31 GMT -5
His eyes watched her hand fall from her whip. At least she's not a stupid idiot that claims he could beat Kaiser blindfolded. Jeromy scoffed slightly, remembering a few moronic kids that tried to get into the army that claimed they could beat the Dark Army single-handedly. Idiots! Jeromy didn't like braggarts, nor did he like kids trying to get into the army. If you wanted to fight, at least be old enough to throw away your life. When kids the age of fifteen started trying to get in, he couldn't help but feel bad. They should be pulling pranks on poor blind men, not going off and serving in an army.
"Of course I have talent to my occupations up, both of them." Her voice was surprisingly not snappy or gritchy. Jeromy smiled slightly. Good, good, so she knew that being snippy wasn't good for her image. At least she seemed to be somewhat intelligent. "My name is Bane." Interesting name, he thought. Especially for a girl.
"May I ask your name?"
He'd noticed that she'd avoided the question. But, she didn't seem to be hiding anything that important. Bane wasn't a threat. "Jeromy." Came the short reply. Or, well, that might've been his name. He couldn't remember. There was a void that his old memories had been sucked into. He didn't know who he was, or where he was from. "You appear to be in good shape. An ideal warrior for the army..." Jeromy looked her over once more.
"But..." He paused, wanting to see if she got nervous. After a few moments, he continued, "What do you value most? And why do you want to join the army?"
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Post by Shades on Dec 22, 2006 12:50:12 GMT -5
Good, he didn't press where she came from. And he seemed to accept her physical condition. Another plus. But she wondered if he questioned her name. Bane was indeed an odd name, especially for a female. Maybe she would get a job after all. Even if it was a desk job, she wouldn't mind terribly. She would have a paycheck and something to do. That was really all she wanted right now.
Bane nodded when Jeromy stated his name. He seemed... nice enough. A bit strict, but what could she expect from a soldier? Especially the Tactician. But his next question struck her odd. What did she value most? What did she value most? Her life? No, she would be willing to give that up for her freedom. What do I value most... she thought. It took her a few seconds to find the answer to that.
"My freedom," she replied. "I value my freedom the most, and would rather die as to have it taken away." She felt strong about it, because her freedom had been threatened before; she didn't like that. She was free now, though, and she wanted it to stay that way.
"I want a job, sir," she told him, after a few seconds of contemplating why she wanted to join the Herne Base. "I was to do something with my life."[/font]
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Post by Ayipuyi on Dec 23, 2006 19:32:59 GMT -5
Whilst waiting for her response, Jeromy ran his fingers through his hair. He felt exhausted, especially after traveling so far to arrive at Herne. And, it was early in the morning. Jeromy wasn't a morning type of guy. In fact, his head had begun to hurt something terrible, and he didn't feel like being out recruiting stupid recruits. However, he'd been ordered to get more troops, and now, he was stuck with being a babysitter for the less experienced people. Fun, fun.
Gazing at Bane with his two-colored eyes, he sighed softly, and wondered what her response would be. Power? Puh, he'd turn her away then and there. Her looks? Jeromy could care less if she was as ugly as a rat with mange, as long as she was obedient, she was good to go.
"My freedom." Had he been in wolf form, he might've perked his ears. What? Freedom? She valued her freedom more than anything? Jeromy pondered on this for a moment. He didn't like cages, or smelly old prison cells. In fact, staying in one for enough time probably did things to your mind. "I value my freedom the most, and would rather die as to have it taken away."
Jeromy nodded slightly, lip curling into a slight smirk as he said, "Freedom. That's the first time I've had that for an answer." It was good to have someone say something other than 'my leader'. Freedom wasn't a bad answer at all.
"I want a job, sir." She wants a job? Jeromy smiled ever so slightly. Boy, if she really wanted a job, he'd give her a job. The Herne was was very empty, therefore, everyone would have to work twice as hard. So, Bane would certainly have her work cut out for her. "I was to do something with my life."
The Tactician answered after a few moments of silence. "Then, you're accepted. Though, the base is rather... Empty, so you'll have to work doubleshifts." Then, he added, "Welcome to Herne, Bane."
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Post by Shades on Dec 24, 2006 0:54:24 GMT -5
Puzzle at first, she looked at him, oddly. He'd never heard someone say that their freedom was the most important thing to them? Hm, odd. Hopefully the people she worked with weren't mindless drones.
She figured it was their loss, though. No need in her contemplating about it. Bane smiled, a true smile for the first time in a great while, completely disregarding her chapped lips- which were ready to bleed again at any given moment. She nodded to him, glad of his acceptance.
"Thank you, Jeromy," she told him, sincerely. Bane held her left hand out to shake his, hoping the bandage-like glove on it wouldn't deter him. She swept her auburn hair from her face with her right hand. "I'm not sure what I would've done, had you not accepted me. And... how did the Tactician get saddled with accepting recruits?"
She decided to make sure he knew she was fine with working, too. "Doubleshifts are fine with me; I like to work. Will I be working alone, with a partner, or in a group?" she asked. She seemed to dislike even the word group, and when she spoke it, she cringed ever so slightly, creasing her eyebrows.
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