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Post by Col. Syphir Ayis on Sept 14, 2014 16:20:59 GMT -6
 "Woah, Azalea," Syphir clicked his tongue at the silver mare, rubbing her nose affectionately as he tied her off in the stables out the back of his estate. He'd already been inside, and was still trying to figure out just what the hell his house was doing as a museum after he was only gone for a few days. He had walked in one day and out another. Why was he getting such odd stares? The whispers also got to him, and he didn't recognize any of the people who'd overrun his home. Instead of questioning it much further, or growing irritated and throwing himself into an even deeper state of confusion, he had simply headed with Azalea to the stables. He noted that there wasn't any straw or oats, but he would make sure to grab some on the way. First, he needed to check into the barracks.
He'd needed to give Azalea a rest, so he took the streets to the military outlet on foot, his arms settled straight as his side. He stood straight and as tall as he could, his shoulders back and his chest out. He'd hadn't slouched since he was a young boy. Baxter had broken him of that habit pretty quickly after a feel slaps upside the head. He certainly wouldn't start now. His gaze trailed very slowly over the roads and the buildings that had passed, noting that they had changed considerably. He didn't recognize anyone on the streets, and as a knight and one of the most prominent commanders of the city, he was sure that he'd known almost every single person. His heart sunk in his chest as he approached the Knightguard outlet, noting that it too had changed severely. The layout was much the same, but it seemed like the architecture had been updated, and it had even been added to.
He entered into the barracks, keeping his expression rather distanced and void of emotion, much as he always did. He was a military man, and as such, he tried his best to keep his feelings to himself and only himself. No one needed to hear him whine like a babe, and besides, Syphir didn't whine. His gaze landed on a few of the knights, noting that they were looking at him with the same expression as everyone else that he had met that days. He instantly took in every detail that he could, noting that the look of the uniforms had changed, and again, there was no one that he knew. If there were people that Syphir had known, it had been his own men. The men he commanded and the men that he trained. The feeling of his heart sinking returned, and he couldn't hold back a sharp intake of breath.
"Don't you all have a job to do? Stop staring and get to it," he ground out between tightly clenched teeth. He tried his best to keep his cool, his features twisting from their mild irritation back to expressionlessness state. He pushed through the crowd of people, "Where's the Captain?" he said in a cool manner, daring anyone to say anything besides what he wanted to know. He was ready to kick ass and take names, and he certainly wasn't going to take lip in his confused state. If they knew what was good for them, one of them would run and get the person that he'd asked for. Sure enough, he noted as one of the knights slipped out of the room, leaving Syphir with his arms crossed against his chest, shooting anyone who decided to stop and stare at him a glare that could have killed. |
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Post by Story E. Luminus on Sept 16, 2014 13:05:36 GMT -6
CPT. STORY EVE LUMINUS I'LL STAND FOR NO DISTURBANCE HERE
The day had been long and filled with brain-barring work and shoulder-weighting burdens. The High Council had met with her nearly six times in the past few days alone for plannings and updates on word from the Rose of Orik in the neighboring country. Of course they'd go to aid.. but they had to organize themselves first.
What men could they send? What forces did they have to keep here for their own defense? Which supplies could they afford to give away this season after recovering from their harsh winter and dryer season? It was true their economy's worst was over, but recovery left little room for charity.. a sad fact they had to face.
She dealt in no matter of any monetary or exporting subjects of their worry; but rather only the issue of needing arms and support for the defense of their people as they rebuilt what had been flattened. Outposts, checkpoints at gates.. Aster would come up with a proposing plan and send their letter of finalization to their ally. They would accept or decline - but know that the Northerners were ready to stand at their sides.
The Captain's heavy leather boots, covered in metal plates from toes and heels to over her knees, crisped together in the hallway as she marched from one meeting to another. Finally some time in her office to regroup a few documents first.. As soon as the thought crossed her mind, a young soldier called to her from down the hall, running her way and stopping a yard from her out of breath with his hands on his knees. She rose a confused and concerned brow - not even getting the second to take a breather before being faced with another issue it seemed.
"Speak," she turned her entirety to him, decorated in the heavy armor she didn't prefer.. Shining silver, leather beneath, the crest of their nation on her breast - the detail along a tell-tale sign of a higher rank. A fine blade and scabbard rested on her left hip and her hair was pulled tightly behind her head.
It only took a second for him to explain before she had rushed to the barracks and pushed man after man away from the large crowd gather around in a circle. Soon enough, they started making a way for her after noticing who was trying to part them. Each row she passed made the room that much more quiet with the attention drawn to her.
The last few men she eyed were charging at a figure in the middle of the circle.. a few of her men already having had a 'lesson' and lying on the ground holding various parts of their bodies; faces, stomachs, groins.. The Captain's eyes thinned and slid up to the cause of the ruckus, a stranger who didn't belong anywhere inside this building.
"Enough," she used her chest to shout a little, the lowness of her voice commanding them to stillness, frozen in their steps, and made their eyes look to her. Hers didn't move, however, and instead stayed on the unrecognized man. "You. Congratulations, stranger... you've earned a trip to my office. Now," she didn't give him any more attention than he deserved, turning swiftly around as the crowd made way for her again. "The rest of you clean yourselves up and get back to work!" she called behind her - all answering with a quick and respectful "Yes, ser!"
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Post by Col. Syphir Ayis on Sept 18, 2014 13:44:57 GMT -6
Syphir had let his gaze wander around the barracks, noting the changes that had been made in the last few days that he'd been gone. The only other thing that seemed to bother him was the fact that he didn't recognize any of the men that stood before him. Sure, there were some similarities, but none of them were the friends that he had made and he had worked with over the last few years. Bewilderment boiled in the bottom of his stomach, but he didn't focus on it for long. A few of the knights seemed to become hostile, watching him like a hawk and seeming to debate whether to come after him or not.
'What is going on here?' he wondered silently, his gaze continuing to wander from man to man. When the first knight ran at him, Syphir wasted no time, ducking down and sweeping his leg under the man. His fist met a jaw, and the first man was down. The second one received a hit to the gut, and the third earned himself a kick between the legs. It was clear that he would be a challenge for the knights surrounding him, and he surely wouldn't be taken down by any of them. There was a reason that he was a Colonel, and it wasn't simply due to his ability to reason tactics even in his sleep. He'd trained in all types of combat from a very young age. There wasn't any way Syphir would let someone beat him this easily. Besides, these men were rather green. At least in his eyes they were green.
Syphir held himself back the moment he heard the sound of approaching foot steps. There was no use in fighting anymore when the exact person he asked for was answering his call. He couldn't blame the woman for being angry, but he was too concerned with the fact that he didn't know this woman. Confusion continued to cloud his mind, though he gave absolutely no sign of being uneasy. Something really was wrong here. Or maybe it was right and he was the thing that was wrong in this situation.
The Colonel didn't argue, or even point out that he was of a higher rank like he normally would have. He simply glanced down at the men that he'd taken down, eying them calmly. "You can be sure that we'll have a chat about this later," he noted very calmly, turning to follow after Story. It wasn't like he was without his insignia. He was wearing his Colonel's badge, but it was old, and very unlike the current badge. If one wasn't well versed on the past of the Hryst military, then they wouldn't catch what the symbol actually meant. He'd let the Captain say her piece and then he'd put his foot down. He didn't take anyone talking down to him in the way that he knew she would be. It wouldn't be long before she realized who she was really speaking to. |
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Post by Story E. Luminus on Sept 25, 2014 15:53:15 GMT -6
CPT. STORY EVE LUMINUS Let's just clear this up, shall we?
The metal decorating the edges of her leathere-bound boots clinked against the white stone floors with every step. Her pace was fast and unforgiving - one of business and stern supriority that was clearly relevant as others in the hallway stopped and either made way for her by standing still off to the side or clipped their heels together to salute their fist against their hearts.
Eventually, they'd turned a corner to a hall with taller ceilings, large stained-glass windows that allowed the letting in of sunlight, and a large set of wooden doors at the end. That was her destination. When she reached them, she pressed a palm to one and slowly pushed it open. It remained there behind her for the man to walk in as she headed towards the large, open room inside.
A large rug decorated the ground - a few chairs about and thin tables against the walls. A large, oaken desk rested towards the back which was left open with large, draping curtains of deep purples around the balcony that overlooked the rest of the compound's courtyard and out towards the sea. There were two others doors, one on either side of the room. A private study, locked, and a bathing room.
Story began unbuckling the strapped gauntlets from wrist to elbow, making it to the large desk and setting them upon its surface. Her shoulders, chest, and stomach were still decorated in silver - but brown sleeves now showed atop the thin, fit forms of her arms down to her bare hands.
Walking around the desk and facing the balcony opening, she cleared her throat and turned around to look at some paperwork on her desk.. not bothering to make eye contact with him. "Are you aware that you are not permitted to enter Hrystic military bunkers?" she spoke rather blandly, focusing on reading a few city reports. It was very evident she held no value in his presence... a snarky civillian that had lost a moment of sanity by overstepping his bounds..
"Statutes state I'm to have you taken in for a night... I'm not exactly in the mood for filing what needs filed just to teach you a 'lesson'. You're a grown man and you should, for Brynne's sake, know better..."
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Post by Col. Syphir Ayis on Oct 1, 2014 21:38:22 GMT -6
Syphir followed behind the captain at his own pace, keeping it brisk but also taking his time. He observed with very mild interest as each and every person that passed saluted or bowed their heads. He remembered just a few days ago when they were doing the same thing to him. Still, he refused to believe that he'd returned to some unknown time, no matter how real it was starting to feel. His friends were no where to be seen, and as he sauntered down the halls behind Story, his eyes drifted across portraits... portraits of the men he'd fought and bled with. He even thought he spotted one of himself, though he didn't have the time to stop and really observe it, reaching the Captain's office in very little time.
The Colonel wasn't shy as he stepped inside slowly, observing the furniture. It was quite a bit different than what he remembered it being, and it was one thing that made him truly recognize that this wasn't his world. Something was awfully, horribly wrong. He had to keep his cool, however, not one to show any type of weakness to those he didn't explicitly know. Syphir crossed his arms over his chest, his gaze settling on the Captain, hard and devoid of any emotion whatsoever. If she was going to berate him for entering the barracks, he would put her in her place quite quickly. He hated when people were unobservant. His badge showed very prominently on his uniform, after all.
He found her little speech quite amusing, not moving a single muscle as he observed her. It was clear she was a hardened soldier, and Syphir found himself commending the military for bringing up such disciplined officers. When she mentioned putting him away for a night, he let out a small chuckle, finding the idea quite amusing, to say the very least. He was pretty adept at opening locks, after all. He wouldn't say in one place for very long, even if she tried her hardest. He was simply glad that she wasn't in any mood to lock him up.
Once Syphir found the opening he was looking for to speak, he cleared his throat, "I very well do have a right to enter the barracks, Captain. I am a Knight of Hryst just as you are," he said simply, leaving a few moments of pause in his wake. "And I don't think locking away a superior officer would look good for your reputation," he noted calmly, trying his best not to taunt the woman too much. He wanted to get through this whole thing without injury or very much of an incident. That would have been the best for the both of them.
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Post by Story E. Luminus on Oct 17, 2014 0:17:01 GMT -6
CPT. STORY EVE LUMINUS Watch your mouth
No one dared ever to laugh in front of the Captain as she spoke - especially not in her office while during her rule of business affairs. Along her features, muscles tenses and twitches were visible from the pulling down of her brows and tightness of her jaws just beneath her slim cheek bones. The lower lids of her eyes lifted slightly as she sized the man down in a mere second.
"Do not test me in my own office.." she whispered with a deep, alto tamber. A threat. A promise. This man was a fool to think he could waltz on in under some false pretense. "I've memorized nearly every name within this bunker.. and the face of almost every other outpost around the city. Both Upper and Lower. You aren't speaking to some dumb gate guardsman, fool--" but then came the name.. and she gritted her teeth for just a hair of a moment - face still calm and body steady - but with the blade from her hip an inch from his neck.
"Disrespect this nation's Knighthood again.. and you will earn quite the seat in the darkest corner I can find for you beneath this building. Am I clear?" Flashes of irritation caught her eyes, but the woman was still enough. Practiced in the art of patience and professionalism - admirable. But the fact that he had tried to sneak here, no, barge in? Under that name?
"You're a fool. It's all you are, probably all you have been, and all you'll ever be if you don't learn to reign in your tongue. You will be escorted off the grounds immediately. Count your lucky stars.." she lowered her voice again with one brow only slightly bowed upwards, her fingers curling around the handle of her blade and easing the tip to tap underneath his chin. "Your disgrace for someone so highly regarded... you should be ashamed to call yourself Hrystic."
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Post by Col. Syphir Ayis on Oct 21, 2014 17:52:30 GMT -6
To say that this woman- this Captain was getting on his nerves would be an understatement. He didn't care if she was a higher ranking knight, she wasn't nearly at the level where she could freely speak to him in this manner. Needless to say, her words were wearing down what little patience that he had left. Leaving his home for a simple business meeting, only to return to a world so normal but so entirely different left him with a short fuse, though his features remained constantly indifferent. Inwardly, however, the rage was starting to bubble, and he shifted from one foot to the other in an effort to enact control on his ability. If he snapped, glass would shatter, objects would rattle and vibrate, and it'd be that much harder to keep his swords in their sheathes.
To him, at that moment, she was threat. She didn't even realize the shit storm that was threatening to befall her office.
'Temper,' he thought to himself, closing his eyes and sighing heavily, as if he were simply annoyed, 'Hold your temper, Syphir.'
He didn't respond to any of her comments, his gaze trailing lazily down toward the blade she suddenly held up toward his neck. Syphir felt a slight dizziness grip him as he recalled, yet again, that things had changed in his world. It wasn't the same. No one he knew was here, but the fact that his name was highly regarded helped to push him toward the direction of understanding. But he didn't want to understand. He didn't. He wanted to be back in his own time, with his own family and his own friends. He didn't want this world... this world that had suddenly thrown him forward in time.
That's what this was, after all.
His entire sense of time had shifted, and he was now staring into the eyes of his comrade's successor. All of the men in the barracks, they'd taken the place of the men and women that he had so passionately lead not one week ago. Syphir didn't know if he could handle this, but he gave the Captain absolutely no indication of what was running through his mind... yet.
He simply gazed at his blade, his indifferent expression replaced with that of disgust and absolute distrust. No one rose a blade to him. Ever. He was tempted to attempt taking it from her, but his arms remained at his sides, and he shook his head very slightly. "I guess I can no longer complain about the lack of suspicious personalities in this place," he hummed with a slight huff, lifting his hand slowly and pressing two fingers against the blade to push it away from him slightly.
"I should not be belittled for using my own name," he mused with clenched teeth, a slight spark of rage making his control slip just the slightest bit. The window behind the desk suddenly cracked, web-like lines splaying outward from the center pane. Grey eyes trailed up to catch a glimpse of his handiwork, and he forced out yet another heavy breath, the blades on his hips beginning to rattle against their sheathes. His control was slipping, and Syphir was warring with himself to reign in his emotions. Now was not the time to lose it. First, he would figure out exactly what had happened to him.
The hand not touching Story's blade motioned back toward the door, and he opened his mouth to speak. His words were slow, deep, and full of emotion, "Throw me out if you please, but answer me at least one question first, Captain. Why... why is my portrait up on that wall? Those are the portraits of the deceased- oh, Brynne. No. No. No."
Syphir turned on his heel so fast, throwing himself out the door of her office and stomping down the hall. He didn't wait for her, and he didn't give a damn if she followed him. She could scream and chase after him all she wanted. He needed to see it. He needed to make sure it was truly there. He wanted to believe that he was imagining it. He stopped when he reached his portrait, his fists clenched at his sides, his teeth grinding against each other. "What... what year is it?" he whispered, reaching out and slowly pressing his fingers against the frame of the portrait. "I was only in Zhadrah for a few days," he continued under his breath. |
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