Kaputin V. Ivanovich wrote:
He turned his head going past everyone "Ah let us not sorrow the mood with all this talk of conflict, Let us drink and enjoy, Fill our bellies and find comfort, Drink for those who are not here with us, For they live within us and they would not wish to see us so broken my dear friends."
He said before turning to Mr.Drakenfell, His mind ticking away trying to put any idea on what he was talking about together, Yet the board of info was missing too many pieces, He clicked past a few possible ideas on what his man could be, A quick search of his uniform, the man's face, and how he carried himself told him he likely grew up in a very stronger military first world, Judging from what he has put together from both Blaze and the rare words of the armored giant, He has placed together something at least a sort of judge of character if the therapist would be so shallow to say.
"Mr.... Uh, May I know your name good sir. I do not drink for it brings back horrible memories, I hope you can understand, I hope you do not suffer the same issue." He said softly with a soft nod before he thought more and more on what to say, The uniform oddly reminded him of a marshal he once knew, But those years were so far gone, He could barely remember the defense of stalingrad let alone the defense of chernobyl's power plant, If anything all he remembered was the horrible explosion from reactor 4.
"It seems we do not share the same words friend, I do not know of this emperor you speak of, But please do enlighten me if you may. Judging from how you carry yourself you are a man of many battles, But let us not bring up the old ideals of war and hate, And unite as a common force to remember the glory of those who are not with us today, May they be at home awaiting our return or may they awake at the kingdoms of heaven with open arms to forgive us of our sins."
He said before turning to Mr.Drakenfell, His mind ticking away trying to put any idea on what he was talking about together, Yet the board of info was missing too many pieces, He clicked past a few possible ideas on what his man could be, A quick search of his uniform, the man's face, and how he carried himself told him he likely grew up in a very stronger military first world, Judging from what he has put together from both Blaze and the rare words of the armored giant, He has placed together something at least a sort of judge of character if the therapist would be so shallow to say.
"Mr.... Uh, May I know your name good sir. I do not drink for it brings back horrible memories, I hope you can understand, I hope you do not suffer the same issue." He said softly with a soft nod before he thought more and more on what to say, The uniform oddly reminded him of a marshal he once knew, But those years were so far gone, He could barely remember the defense of stalingrad let alone the defense of chernobyl's power plant, If anything all he remembered was the horrible explosion from reactor 4.
"It seems we do not share the same words friend, I do not know of this emperor you speak of, But please do enlighten me if you may. Judging from how you carry yourself you are a man of many battles, But let us not bring up the old ideals of war and hate, And unite as a common force to remember the glory of those who are not with us today, May they be at home awaiting our return or may they awake at the kingdoms of heaven with open arms to forgive us of our sins."
"Welcome to Trixie's. We have food here in case you're hungry"
He brought Red Hood, Natasha, and Talia each a slice of tiramisu
Kaputin V. Ivanovich wrote:
He would nod listening to him and softly thought for a second "Mhm, Sounds like your doing wonderful general, Glory to the emperor." he said trying to fit in. as he figured could be some neat info on other worlds. "So tell me how goes things in high command?" he said as he sat back down at the bar to enjoy some more water.
There is a matter of conflicting philosophies, the battlegroup draws for multiple regiments and typically we give our commanders the leverage to deploy where their strengths are best utilized though occasionally there are lapses of tactical discretion, strategic or otherwise. An optimal operation is a myth when it comes down to it, a wise commander accommodates contingencies rather than complaining about them. Our doctrines are under continuous development and adaptation, a process that ensures quality upon the battlefield, the vast majority of the officer corps are drawn from Terrax, Mordian, Armageddon and Krieg though each is also vastly different in their approaches. I am attempting to bring Arpat to it's own standard, this sector requires a novel approach.
My approach to command has been critiqued as unorthodox and somewhat contradictory, but that is to be expected, afterall I've meshed multiple philosophies of combat into an amalgam, an alloy yet to take shape yet stronger as a whole than it's constituents. After our initial actions at Arpat Primaris, it became evident that dealing with this sector would require what I call tactical discretion, therefore the Mordian in me has always emphasized the quality of my troops over the quantity where allowed. Our strikes are decisive rather than attritional and my commanders will have to come to accept that, we are here to eliminate the enemy not entertain them, to me atleast, static warfare has always been the mark of a lazy commander. We are either on the assault or on the defensive but we never allow the enemy to dictate our maneuver. [/b]
"Welcome back, Mathius," he said as he stayed near Max at the pool table.
"I was in the kitchen. Tomorrow is payday. I decided that you and the other new teammate be getting a full week's wages"
He looked at Mathius with excitement. "Thanks, Mathius!" he said as he grinned a little. "I tried my hardest. Kind tell me why some don't want anything?" he asked Mathius as he was trying not to name names for the fact that he didn't want them to know who he was talking about. "And you were in the kitchen? I guess you are quiet," he said to Mathius as he smiled at him again.
Ablaze Xueqing has finished, and is just hanging out there.
Then, OG Xueqing and Starlit Journey Xueqing both entered, latter waving, "Hello!"
Then, OG Xueqing and Starlit Journey Xueqing both entered, latter waving, "Hello!"
Anya had been lounging around, watching the people at the tavern interact.
"Oh, hello there~!" She waved at the two girls. She recognized them from a while back, one of the tavern's recurring customers, she assume. Then continued to people-watch again.
"Oh, hello there~!" She waved at the two girls. She recognized them from a while back, one of the tavern's recurring customers, she assume. Then continued to people-watch again.
"Time for rest. The bar is closed for the night! It will be back open later," Blaze said as he left to go up to a room to sleep in. It was his bedtime, and he needed some sleep for the night.
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