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 Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2019 8:53 am
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﴾NAME﴿
[Sarai Kuuma]
﴾AGE﴿
[24]
﴾SEXUAL ORIENTATION﴿
[Bisexual]
Sarai is excited that the snow is gone. No snow means that it is less cold, so she can wear less restrictive clothing. This will allow her to train more efficiently. Training the men of the barracks went about as well as it always has, and she patrolled the streets for about few hours afterward before returning to the barracks to train some more. She has to get stronger. She cannot let disaster fall upon them again. Everyone, including herself, needs to be better prepared. She lost her captain and nearly lost Emma. Sarai will continue to get stronger. Not just physically, but increasing her awareness. Perhaps it will make her overly cautious, but it is better be truly safe than leaving things to uncertainty. As she thought about Emma, she figure she should pass by the bakery and pick up something sweet to eat with her. She take a bath at the barracks, but she will bathe with Emma regardless, so after training for the last time, she left the barracks, made her way to the bakery to buy a sweet, then retired to the tavern.
""
﴾.I am a strong woman.
My strength is not my muscles
Nor is it my skills
But the heart of a warrior within.
2ND|LIEUTANENT ﴿
///BASICSTATS▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓
➼ KNIT
[Celebrar]
➼ RAIMENT
[Mesmerizing Presence]
➼ RELATIONSHIP STATUS
[Taken]
➼ OCCUPATION
[Eoana Guard]
➼ MONEY
[Carrying none]
➼ WITH
[No one]
➼ WARDROBE
[Training]
➼ OOC
[N/A]
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2019 12:30 pm
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Cyrus Marshall ~ The City Barracks ~
Unconsciousness is such a strange thing... A mixture of nothingness and stray thoughts...possibly memories - all of which rose and fell out of his awareness as the Tiger lay in his bed. In the mists of limbo however, there was no pain...Okay, perhaps the occasional twinge from somewhere in the back of his mind, but in the depths of the void, there was calm... Of course, when he awoke, Cyrus would have no recollection as to exactly how he managed to find his way back to the Barracks - and more importantly, into his own bed - but as Amber eyes fluttered open and consciousness returned, the Shifter could do little more than wince and groan as feeling rushed back into his aching muscles and bones...
"...urgh...damnit..." Stifling a hiss, the Tiger rolled as best he could onto his side before pushing himself up into a sitting position... If anyone had the number of the Behemoth that had hit him, then he'd be happy to track it down and get his revenge later on...but for now... Bringing his hand up to his head, Cyrus held his forehead for a moment before sitting up.
...That was a bad idea. The world seemed to shift for a moment, but eventually all straightened out and the Tiger would cast his gaze about the room...
Initially he'd hoped to see Aldaine settled upon his own side of the room - or perhaps lurking somewhere nearby, but as he sniffed the air, the scent of his comrade - although faint - told him that the Jaguar had at least made it back to the Barracks...
Rising to his feet - if a little unsteadily at first - Cyrus would take a moment to inspect his attire, pulling away the remnants of his shirt before turning to search for his armour... It had taken the brunt of the Hyena's assault and although quite dented, appeared to be no worse for wear... It had been set aside out of the way so it wouldn't be tripped over, along with his boots which were propped up just inside the door.
"...Hn." With his clothing bloodied, the next best thing - besides perhaps tracking down a Medic - was to go and take a nice, long shower... Warm the muscles and wash away all the blood...
Although he seldom carried more than he needed, Cyrus would remove anything that he held in his pockets and set them safely onto his bed - a few coins, odds and sods...the occasional stray piece of neatly folded paper... He didn't quite remember picking up anything like that, but with his mind as out of sorts as it was, he wouldn't trouble himself with it for the moment, yet be sure to check it out once he was clean.
Wearing little more than his trousers now, the Tiger would take a stiff, yet gradual wander down to the Bathrooms.
Profile
Location: The City Barracks
Clothing: As seen
With: Nobody
Feeling: A little sore...
OoC ""
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The_littlest_dragonfly Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2019 6:12 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2019 2:38 am
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Cyrus Marshall ~ The City Barracks ~
Ahh...Nothing ever beat a nice, warm shower...
Admittedly, it had been a little uncomfortable at first, as the water found its way into cuts and wounds he didn't even know he had, the Tiger would stifle a low rumble, wincing at the pain, yet taking care to clean each injury carefully - the last thing he needed was an infection!
Aching muscles were soon warmed and soothed making them more flexible, but he knew it wouldn't take long for them to stiffen back up once the heat had gone or he had stopped moving... Finding his way back to his room, Cyrus made his way across to his bed, sitting down and using the towel to dry his mane before straightening it out.
Once he was content that he didn't look like he'd just been dragged through a hedge backwards, the Shifter would turn his attention to donning something not so bloody... before returning what he had to his pockets... "Hn...?" Spying the little piece of paper, the Tiger would separate it from the small pile of items before stashing the rest into his pockets where they belonged.
Once again failing to remember why he was carrying such a small piece of parchment, Cyrus would unfold it carefully, expecting some odd word or scribble depicting something that had crossed his mind at some random point during his day, but what what met his eyes was far from what he'd expected...
"𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓂𝓈...
𝐵𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈.
𝒲𝑒'𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝓈𝑜𝑜𝓃.
- 𝒳"
Lifting his eyes from the note, the Tiger would glance around as though looking for who might just have slipped it into his things - or perhaps for who may be lurking to catch him reading and wish to enquire...? The words were definitely something to consider - especially the part that read, 'Be Wary of your Leaders' - With everything that had happened lately, Cyrus had to admit, those he felt he could trust were certainly few and far between... It also felt as though he'd received this message someplace before - but his mind just couldn't place it. Instead, he would return the note to his pocket and finish dressing. Now he was awake, it made sense that he would get back to his duties... Pulling on a jacket - rather than donning his full armour and uniform - the Tiger would take leave of his room and make his way down towards the notice board - perhaps there were some 'light' duties he could cover for a day or so?
Profile
Location: The City Barracks
Clothing: As seen
With: Nobody
Feeling: A little sore...
OoC ""
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Posted: Sat Feb 16, 2019 4:34 pm
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Eoana City Guard || Aldaine De'Fraye
[Where:] City Hall [With:] Varys [Feeling:] Stoic, focused [Outfit:] Cloaked light armour, slacks
[OOC:]
Aldaine decided that once he’d get back to the barracks, he’d take the time to relax. Afterall this was his day off and with the last few weeks being so strenuous, he really needed to rest and relax for a bit. He arrived through the front doors City Guard’s HQ and got an odd sense of nostalgia. He’d spent the last good while sneaking in and out through the windows of the place rather than used the doors. It reduced the chance of him running into others and getting side-tracked. But today, as he walked in, it reminded him of his first time he entered when he applied for a position. However, he wasn’t saddened by the memory, if anything, it actually relieved him…it felt like an ordinary man arriving at his home…instead of feeling like a fugitive returning to his hideout.
He made his way to his room, where he smelt Cyrus’ scent thick in the air despite the his absence in the room. Aldaine stretched his arms and legs, yawning as he slipped out on his armour, feeling relieved as he undid each strap that kept the gear secure and in place. Now dressed in a set of trousers and a vest, he grabbed a towel and made his way to the barrack’s bathing chambers.
Thankfully, Aldaine could enjoy a nice, solitary bath, letting himself sink into the warm water, letting his chilled, tense muscles relax. As he sat there, he thought of nothing else, he simply cleared his mind and let the water envelope him as his muscles became soothed and unstressed. He had spent a good 10 – 15 minutes. It didn’t take a long time to get himself cleaned up, but, he just wanted to take those moments to himself, just to let the problems of the world slip away. Whether he liked it or not, he couldn’t work himself to the brink of insanity nor could he afford to continue letting his doubts plague him…his own mind had told him so…through a very realistic hallucination of a certain fox shifter, it wasn’t good for his health. If Aldaine wanted to deal with Arthur’s little pawns, he’d need to be in peak condition, otherwise he’d just become a dog chasing it’s tail.
Aldaine exited the bath and donned a fresh set of clothes, though, they were not casual wear, such as his typical long-sleeved shirt, trousers and boots, but instead, these were his slacks, a tank top with a set of shorts. Aldaine had made his way back to his room for a well-earned nap. As he entered, he finished drying off his hair and neatly folded his previous clothes. He’d need to wash them at some other time, right now, he could feel his eyes getting dreary. Rubbing the back of his neck, he looked up as he spied his reflection in the mirror in his and Cyrus’ room. He stood from where he sat on his bed and approached his reflection. Gazing at himself intently, he brushed a strand of hair from the side of his neck which revealed a tattoo of a white ouroboros with a red pattern detailing its’ design. However, this wasn’t just any common tattoo…it was his mating mark…a mark he had shared with Jenna when she was alive. Aldaine’s was white and red, to remind him of the two of Jenna’s defining features, her white hair and red eyes. In a similar sense, Jenna’s would have been black and gold to remind her of Aldaine’s own black hair and gold eyes. But the colour of them was just a minute detail of what the mark truly meant to the two of them when they were mated. They had chosen the symbol of the ouroboros as it was, in some cultures, a symbol of infinity. For them, the used it as a symbol that, no matter what happened, they would always be with each other. The symbolic meaning held more purpose for Jenna given her faith in the gods. Aldaine, while lacking faith himself, did deeply appreciate the sentiment. When Jenna died, Aldaine had initially lost all hope in anything the world had to offer, feeling like he would never see Jenna again, never hold her, kiss her, hear her voice. However, when he remembered his promise, when he remembered the conversation they had, for the first time in what felt like forever, Aldaine…felt Jenna’s presence there…with him when he was fighting that extremist. He wasn’t sure if he could fully understand it himself…but he felt…some kind of force…something beyond his own mental realisation of what was at stake. Was this what one would have called a spiritual experience? The jaguar wasn’t sure of the answer…but one thing was for sure…ever since he left the forest he hasn’t felt as…alone as he was previously. It was almost as if there was something…or more specifically…someone there keeping a protective watch over him. Maybe it was just his mind but he couldn’t deny that, in what felt like the longest time…he felt some measure of peace…a peace he thought long lost. Gently running his hand along the tattoo on his neck, he let a soft smile done his face as he whisper quietly to the open air…
“Thank you…Jenna.”
He wasn’t sure if she could hear him or if he was talking to nothing but empty silence…but he didn’t care all the same. Yawning to himself, he lay down and wrapping himself in the covers, he slowly dozed off to sleep.
…and it was a dreamless sleep…which remained undisturbed.
{-End of Interactions for Day Flip-}
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2019 6:33 am
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2019 7:42 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2019 8:03 pm
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Eoana City Guard || Aldaine De'Fraye
[Where:] Barracks [With:] Sarai [Feeling:] Focused [Outfit:] Training attire
[OOC:]
Aldaine had awoken that morning to attend Sarai’s training regime. A few months ago, it was a killer to get through, but as time progressed and the jaguar got back into the swing of things, the exercises became less and less of a problem. In fact, they provided a good way of taking his mind off of things that caused him distress. Heck, even the quote-on-quote “Haka” dance helped ease his though processes. He worked his way through the various activities as everyone eventually got down to the main business of today’s regime, namely, hand-to-hand combat. Sarai had given the typical instructions and demonstrations, then leaving the rest of the men to practise what she had shown them.
If it were a few months ago, Aldaine would’ve simply conducted the exercise as normal, taking and executing the demonstrated tactic one opponent as he moved on to the next. However, today, he was feeling a little bit more energetic, though he may not have shown it. Secretly, he had actually wished to spar with Sarai herself. But, that could wait for another time. Aldaine had an agenda he needed to meet today. One thing that had been bugging him for a while was the comission that Varys had made for the arms and armour. Ordinarily Aldaine would have gone to Reynard with this query, but, as the former Guard Captain was no longer with them, Aldaine would be forced to visit that Blacksmith. If the jaguar's memory served him correctly, from what he overheard of the conversation, he remembered that the blacksmith in question was called Leon.
In that case, after the morning exercises were complete, Aldaine would need to head to the artisan district in the city. Despite Varys "touching" words the previous day, Aldaine wasn't deterred. The Lord Marshal was hiding something and the former trendelonian captain needed to find out what it was.
Once the morning exercises met their conclusion, Aldaine donned his guard unifrom and made his way to the Artisan District
[- Aldaine exits barracks to the artisan district-]
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Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2019 5:17 pm
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﴾NAME﴿
[Sarai Kuuma]
﴾AGE﴿
[24]
﴾SEXUAL ORIENTATION﴿
[Bisexual]
Sarai made sure that every man trained effectively. Every punch, every grapple, every defense, all of that had to be as perfect as it can be. She even throw in some surprises by silently ordering some of the men who were waiting to spar to jump in. They had to be aware of their surroundings as well. As soon as she felt that everyone has trained enough, including herself, she ordered them to remove their backpacks, take their baths, then don their armor before reporting to what they are assigned to do for the rest of the day. Normally Sarai would take a bath at the Jolly Tavern, but she will be bathing at the barracks today so she can meet Emma at the tailor as soon as possible. A running thought in Sarai's mind during the bath is who is she going to find to ink Emma? It has to be a talented artist with plenty of experience in body art. She is far from home and there is no way anyone from her tribe is willing to help her out. In the time that she has spent patrolling, not once has she come across anyone who has done body art. Her last resort is to do it herself, even if it means breaking further away from tradition. Sarai got dressed shortly after her bath concluded and now she will go on patrol, with her first stop being the tailor shop where Emma should be.
""
﴾.I am a strong woman.
My strength is not my muscles
Nor is it my skills
But the heart of a warrior within.
2ND|LIEUTANENT ﴿
///BASICSTATS▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓
➼ KNIT
[Celebrar]
➼ RAIMENT
[Mesmerizing Presence]
➼ RELATIONSHIP STATUS
[Taken]
➼ OCCUPATION
[Eoana Guard]
➼ MONEY
[Carrying none]
➼ WITH
[No one]
➼ WARDROBE
[Training]
➼ OOC
[N/A]
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2019 3:59 am
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Cyrus Marshall ~ The City Barracks ~
It wasn't like the Tiger to sleep in... Sure, he'd taken a few good hits the day before and his body was taking its time to fully recover, but naturally he'd have been up with the sun, washed and ready to go face whatever the morning had to offer...
It wasn't surprising that Aldaine had already left, slinking from the room with barely a sound... Cyrus would exhale a groan as he turned onto his back, his amber eyes lifting towards the ceiling before shutting tight as he stretched - wincing as bruised muscles twinged against the strain... After he was done, the Shifter would rise, rolling his legs over the edge of his bed before pushing himself to his feet.
Seeking out the bathroom, he would ease the ache with a warm shower before donning his uniform for the day and making his usual round towards the Task Board.
It was almost as though the guards knew he was aching from the ordeal as the only other jobs available were those that revolved around 'casual' observation of the Marketplace and its other districts... Was this deliberate? He frowned, not liking the idea that the others were perhaps taking it easy on him...? He was supposed to be Second Lieutenant after all...but perhaps it was for the best?
Ensuring he was well equipped for the day, Cyrus would grab his gear and head off for the Marketplace.
[ ~ Cyrus leaves Barracks for the Market (whichever district needs guarding...haha ~ ]
Profile
Location: The City Barracks
Clothing: As seen
With:
Feeling: Still a little sore...but much better
OoC ""
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Posted: Fri Apr 26, 2019 6:43 pm
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