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Post by Clair Feldsky on Aug 8, 2012 16:42:23 GMT -6
OoC: I think it would be better to continue this and let it all play out. If there's a timeskip, it can be continued via support.
BiC:
There was a gritting of her teeth as Richter told her to calm down, but no further lightning flickers were forthcoming from her lance. She had it, and her anger firmly under control and mastered. Situations like this were an opportunity to to exercise that anger a little though. She held her tongue when Marcus began to explain himself though. She ran the balancing act between casual and professional with her friends, and the high emotion content didn't simplify the situation for her. Thankfully, he left with some grace still in tact. She stood there, waiting until he was outside, and then continued waiting in silence for a moment she let herself settle.
The sound of the room was broken by a gravelly chuckle followed by a voice which sounded rougher than wyvern scales. [Teal]"You don't want me to throw him in the stockade for awhile, do ya?"[/Teal]
The armored captain leaned back on the wall nearby, plates clanking softly as he crossed his arms over his chest. [Teal]"It's just as well that your Deputy shut him up. I would have had to sooner or later.... He seems to really want this kid out of prison. Maybe we should search him again...."[/Teal]
Clair finished her moment before turning to the guard captain. "Feel free to conduct a search. Keep the bag until you're done with it." She paused, glancing to Richter for a moment before continuing towards him. "Commander, if it is Tuatara, I'd like to have him transferred to my custody. He earned some respect before when he helped us.... I think he should be judged among us." Nevermind about Marcus' demands for now.... She was really glad he hadn't pushed her.
William Saint's frown returned. [Teal]"Ohhh.... I thought I liked you."[/Teal]
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Sabin
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Sightseeing's fun, isn't it?
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Post by Sabin on Aug 11, 2012 8:21:57 GMT -6
Sabin entered the mini-arena as a spectator- he had to pay some gold, but it wasn't really that much to be of a concern. He was interested in watching fights. How skilled these people really were. He needed to learn new techniques, he guessed, considering there would be many skilled fighters taking part in the tournament that was about to happen in a few days, right here in Bern. No wonder there were so many arenas popping up here and there in the city.
So far he had watched two fights- apparently a very skilled swordsman was showing dominance over his opponents. His opponents seemed as amateurs, and although at first he was using elegant strokes, his ruthless side emerged as the fight dragged on. Such ruthlessness, such arrogance. Sabin had not seen such display in a while. Not the worst, but definitely intimidating.
The won which had occured just now was amazing. First of all, he knew the next person to challenge this swordsman, albeit not very well. Wyatt had told Sabin he was a blacksmith, but he had never mentioned anything about battling skills! Not only that, but he was challenging the swordsman with a heavy... hammer? What was he thinking? It would slow his movements down! For his sake, Sabin wished he knew his limits.
And he very well did. Things didn't look so good for Wyatt, as he was on the defensive for almost the full match. It was like a stalemate yet Sabin knew Wyatt had to be alert at all times, otherwise he'd probably lose a limb.
And in a moment of weakness(or what seemed like it), the swordsman decided to go all out on Wyatt, leaping into the air... but Wyatt smashed his hammer right on to that guy! Sabin was awestruck. This blacksmith just won! And with only a couple of minor scars! Sabin pumped his fist into the air.
Sabin decided to walk over to where Wyatt may soon be headed, where that girl he saw earlier with him was sitting. He figured she was probably Wyatt's companion.
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Post by Richter Abend on Aug 13, 2012 21:08:19 GMT -6
Richter sighed, a slight hint of frustration in his otherwise calm voice. He honestly would have preferred to have let Captain Saint deal with the thief, and wash his hands of the matter, and the orange haired agent being Tuatara didn't really change that. If anything, it only made the commander dislike the situation even more. He regretted the fact that his association with Marcus's inside man stretched back so far, and didn't want to compromise his image in front of Captain Saint. The last thing he needed was for the Bernese soldier to find him lacking.
"I don't like making a habit out of taking in other people's prisoners," said Richter, stiffening his back as he looked from the captain back to Clair, "but judge away. Though I don't want Tuatara to think he's let off the hook just because he managed to steal a stone out of a man's pocket." Richter was careful not to mention the specifics of the event.
The pink haired Ilian then looked back at Captain Saint. "Marcus and Tuatara aside, I want to make sure we're clear on specifics," he continued. "I'm going to be giving you a couple hundred of my men to help in clearing out the rebels. That's going to be your first priority, and if you need to shift a couple of men from their normal patrols to do it faster, then do it." Richter paused, as to let the command sink in. "I'm going to be checking in every so often for status updates, but other than that, you're free to do as you please. I don't want anyone to get suspicious because the garrison isn't behaving like normal."
Satisfied that he'd made his position clear, Richter nodded his head and relaxed his stance. "I'll make sure to update you on the numbers, time-frames, and whatnot, but for now, Clair and I have business to attend to, so if you don't mind, I'll be dismissing myself."
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Aug 15, 2012 15:45:37 GMT -6
Without Marcus here, the workings between the Commander and his deputy were easier to pick out for William. They trusted one another. He wouldn't hazard a guess at how long this trust had existed, but he was suddenly piqued by the thought of whether the two had managed to keep their connection strictly professional. He was going to assume not. He wasn't sure what to make of his new guess, and ultimately, he didn't care. Future actions in the city were what concerned him, and keeping his city clear of rabble.
Clair on the other hand had gotten what she wanted from Richter. Approval to take action. She could tell he didn't like it, but a light sentence wasn't the goal here. Tuatara had been of help to them before, and she believed he could be again. Especially in a time like this in the city of Bern. He just needed to have some of those bad habits curbed.
"You don't have to worry about me letting him off the hook, Commander...." Marcus wouldn't like this.
[teal]"I guess an extra two hundred soldiers to work with is worth one prisoner exchange."[/teal] Captain Saint wondered if what the blond haired falcoknight had said was true. The truth was though, sneak thieves were about the least of his problems at the moment. They were a nuisance, but he had plenty of other things for he and his men to look out for. There wasn't much in the way of a downside here, except that he wasn't going to be able to give his customary farewell present to the kid. The little brat had earned it too, with all his prancing around.
[teal]"Just let him know that the next time I see him in here, he'd better be on his best behavior, or he'll end up back in the cells with a special hello from me.... There's not much procedure here. Just tell the guard I sent you to take the kid out. Cells are that way."[/teal] He pointed back the way he came.
Saint straightened. [Teal]"Thanks for the men, Abend. I'll let you see yourselves out whenever you feel like it. I'm gonna be busy figuring out how to handle this influx for the next few hours."[/Teal] And with that, he turned and strutted back to his office, immediately setting to work pulling names he trusted to mind.
"Well, time to take care of that business...." Clair mellowed a bit, not looking forward to parts of what she'd be doing for the rest of the day.
OoC: Making an assumption that I'm going to be splitting into a few supports from here. Order doesn't really matter to me.
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Post by Plot Device on Aug 19, 2012 11:26:09 GMT -6
The day had came to an end with the same results as the day before, a growing crowd, anticipation growing based on all the small duels, and the dishonest being brought to justice. On the start of the second day Jennings had got into the position he was aiming for, at the gate itself. Every so often when he had saw something he knew he would turn a blind eye to them entering 'forgetting' to check them in. The rest of the day venders had began to sell more, traveling performers had started more and more then some people had been escorted out of the city for various reasons. With that day coming to an end the city had seemed quite, all the contenders were making sure they were well rested for the day to come and the spectators didn't want to miss a thing.
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