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Post by Richter Abend on Jan 17, 2011 0:05:25 GMT -6
Richter looked at Marle as if he had seen a ghost. What? He and Clair? Close? Gone? How far? You? His mind had just gone on red alert and any communication between the different lobes of his brain had shut itself down, resulting in the commander's face becoming this odd mix of scared, confused, and half-dead.
What was she implying? No, he knew what she was implying...didn't he? She was implying...no...was she? Was it obvious? Did he feel that way? Feel what way? Feelings? What were those? He felt annoyed one time when his sister dumped water on his head to wake him up. Clair never dumped water on his head. Considering their height difference, she'd never actually been very close to his head.
How far had they gone? About 500 miles at this point. But where were they going? To Ilia. They were going to Ilia. But Marle knew they were going to Ilia. Didn't she? No, she did.
Which could only mean...
"I...I don't...you're...feelings...gone..." the commander stuttered, shaking his head as if he had no idea what to say. Which he didn't. Suddenly, a switch flipped in the commander's brain, suddenly calming him down to his usual, dour composure as all the connections in his brain came together. Now calm, he slowly shook his head at his cousin. "I have no idea what you are talking about," he replied. "Feldsky is a good soldier and a valuable subordinate. She's helped me out of many a tight situation, and I owe her my gratitude." The commander nodded his head once, satisfied with his response. "Beyond that, I can't imagine what you're implying."
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Marle Daviau
General
The Lance of the North
One word of encouragement, One person believing in me, It's all I need to become stronger.
Posts: 436
Illia Fame: 2
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Marle
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Post by Marle Daviau on Jan 17, 2011 18:12:06 GMT -6
Marle's face was pretty blank, but inside, she was smiling, even laughing at her cousin's frustration. It was supposed to be an honest question, but for the time, she had thought that the two were a little too close. She had seen how those with romance in their hearts conducted themselves while on duty. She had thought that was what she saw between the two, thus leading up to her question.
His stuttering state was hard to keep track of. Her question must have made his mind race faster than his mouth could legitimately keep track of. It was cute. In a way, Richter was more of a hardass than she was. He had to be afterall. Though similar, she wondered if he chose to be that way, or forced to be like she was.
"I see..."
Marle let it be known she was not exactly pleased with that answer. She wondered if he was intentionally dumbing himself down with logical thinking, as to not address the issue...or if that's how he really thought. If it was the later, that would be so disappointing...
"Too bad really, I thought you two were pretty good together."
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Post by Richter Abend on Jan 17, 2011 23:37:32 GMT -6
"Ugh, she's going to push this, isn't she?" thought the commander, his mind now working somewhat normally. Richter coughed, readying his thoughts this time before he spoke, and continued his response to his inquisitive cousin. He'd give her enough to make her stop, but that was it.
"Well, we do make a good team, I'll admit," he replied, mentally blushing. His face, however, remained calm and controlled. "And while she is a skilled pegasus rider and a very attractive one at that, any sort of romantic entanglement would be highly inappropriate at a time of war such as this." Richter slowly gazed down at Marle, a slightly annoyed look on his face. He obviously did NOT like talking about this, but for his cousin, he could make exceptions. It would be far worse if Clair herself came along asking this kind of stuff.
"Does that satisfy?"
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Alaric Kyyneltya
Novice
Disregard Pegasi, Aquire Wealth
Posts: 64
Profession: Drunken Mercenary
Affinity: Wind
Profile: Alaric
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Post by Alaric Kyyneltya on Jan 18, 2011 18:35:32 GMT -6
Alaric looked at the group of soldiers walk closer to the army. He was curious why noone was doing anything about it. Alaric looked closely at the crest on the chest and shield and realised they belonged to this army. But couldn't peace together what they were doing away from the army but it wasn't his position. He looked up at The pink haired commander And asked, "hey, we almost there?"
He didnt want to ask anymore questions... They dont enjoy many questions.
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Post by Richter Abend on Jan 18, 2011 23:22:16 GMT -6
"This kid..." thought Richter, his eyes narrowing in annoyance as Alaric obnoxiously butted his way into their conversation. This was far from the commander's favorite conversation and little things like this didn't help. "Doesn't he learn?"
Still waiting for Marle's response, Richter eyed the mercenary boy disparagingly, not saying a word, before looking back to his cousin. If words wouldn't learn the boy his place, then perhaps silence would.
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Marle Daviau
General
The Lance of the North
One word of encouragement, One person believing in me, It's all I need to become stronger.
Posts: 436
Illia Fame: 2
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Marle
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Post by Marle Daviau on Jan 20, 2011 16:18:38 GMT -6
Marle was rather pleased with herself, on getting him to open up. She looked thoughtful at his explanation, and she fidgeted with her armor a little, the mail under the plate had chinked, and was becoming annoying. Fixing her armor, Marle was still listening. At least he thought her attractive, that was good, and she knew exactly what he meant by 'inappropriate time.'
As she was asked if that would fit what she wanted to hear, Marle approved with a nod, and she just began to look back at the boy who spoke up, but she just shook her head and ignored him. He was a pain in the ass.
"Quite well, actually. I'm glad, in a way."
Marle looked up the road, and stared for a time. Time was wasting, if they dallied any longer, it would probably be dark out before they arrived. Not the best time to be welcomed with an army.
"C'mon...lets get going..."
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Alaric Kyyneltya
Novice
Disregard Pegasi, Aquire Wealth
Posts: 64
Profession: Drunken Mercenary
Affinity: Wind
Profile: Alaric
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Post by Alaric Kyyneltya on Jan 20, 2011 18:31:00 GMT -6
Alaric was tempered with how much everyone in this army saw him as a burden. He couldn't help but think his intentions good. For being as young as he was he thought of himself going in the right direction. Alaric gave them both a disrespectful smirk when they started marching for being so disrespectful. "Im never going to be like that when im strong." Alaric thought and started to march behind the leaders he wanted to be next in line if anything happend.
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