Calm Before the Storm
Dec 21, 2011 17:52:25 GMT -6
Post by Leontius on Dec 21, 2011 17:52:25 GMT -6
The commander analyzed Farlus as he made sense of the report. He noticed the tactician's eyes widen at one point. What had surprised him? Or rather, what had surprised him more? The possibility of an imminent skirmish, or was he embarrassed for not knowing Bennings' identity? Leontius wondered if it was neither, and instead some personal revelation. He quickly dismissed the concept though. This man, despite being very uninformed, seemed to take his duties seriously. Not as seriously as Leontius would prefer, but seriously enough.
Indeed, the commander thought as the tactician began. Perhaps he should be taking his role more seriously. Farlus' obliviousness to even the identity of his commander annoyed Leontius. He'd been hoping that he'd just misunderstood the tactician. And then the tactician confused him again. Whoever they is? Who was he referring t- Ah, it was an attempt at humor. Right then, tricky tongue he had there.
With that done, the tactician quickly turned away from Leontius. The commander relaxed his shoulders and back a bit. He'd been standing at attention ever since they'd started speaking. It wasn't the easiest thing for the commander to mentally nail down, he'd only ever dealt with subordinates for the past decade or so, but he was getting more used to. The commander quickly found that he had no time to rest as the tactician turned his head, shooting Leontius a half-glance. He snapped back into position and waited for Farlus to finish. Commander? Ah, yes, the tactician didn't know that Leontius was supposed to be called Sergeant. It appeared that that small detail had slipped Leontius' mind. A shame. "I'd certainly prefer that, sir." The commander responded in agreement. Leontius concurred with the tactician's statement, but for different reasons. Frankly, he didn't give half a rat's ass about the Sacaens. If a few tribesmen were harmed by Ilia's passing, then that would be unfortunate. Unfair, even. He did not wish death to the nomads, but he would lose no sleep should they be injured. He was more concerned with the bloodshed of Ilians, of that of the army. The company had already lost a small portion in that nasty ambush back in Ilia. They certainly didn't need to lose any more men. Bern was going to be a fierce enough opponent as it was.
With that settled, Leontius found it prudent to check on the status of his men. They needed to move now. Turning away from the tactician, the commander headed for the wagon and duo of tents in which his company kept their supplies. He rounded one of the tents to almost smack into a prancing Whitney. Her body lurched forward as she tried to skid to a halt. "Urgh! Leon, you should really watch where you're going!
Leontius furrowed his brow. "I was, you-." He pinched his nose. This was pointless and he knew it. He didn't feel like wasting time. They had a job to do. "Whitney, what's our status?"
She looked back at the commander incredulously. "Hey now, don't go trying to change the subject. I'm offended and want an apology." She barked back at him.
He knew that she was just playing, but they had pressing matters to attend to. Maybe if she'd done this at another time, and they weren't within site of anyone else, he'd consider playing along. "Whitney, cut the crap! I need to know if we're ready or not." His words, and tone, were harsh.
The orange-haired girl back downed. "Gee, you don't have to snap commander." She turned her head, as to not look him in the eye. She rubbed her neck uneasily. "Yeah, everyone's ready. Oswald and Clarissa are off on their respective tasks, too." She was looking pretty sullen.
The commander eased up on his anger. He hadn't enjoyed that, he never enjoyed snapping at Whitney. She was such a happy person. It was... unnerving to see her otherwise. The drastic shift in demeanor was like a swift punch to his gut. He closed his eye. This was unpleasant, but it had to be done. There was a task at hand. "Thank you Whitney." He tried to make that sound genuine, despite the complete lack of emotion. She responded with an incoherent mumble. "Tell the others we're moving out."
He rounded the tent again, without company in tow. It had occurred to him that Farlus' ability as a tactician could come in handy. On a large scale, the dark-skinned man's knowledge of placement and terrain could prove very useful. Possibly more so then Leon's. Since the tactician probably didn't have anything else to do, seeing as he'd been indisposed for so long, Leon figured he could lend a hand.
"Sir!" Leontius boomed with a salute. "Would you mind accompanying me and the others to the perimeter? I figured your unique area of expertise would serve well in bolstering our defenses."
Indeed, the commander thought as the tactician began. Perhaps he should be taking his role more seriously. Farlus' obliviousness to even the identity of his commander annoyed Leontius. He'd been hoping that he'd just misunderstood the tactician. And then the tactician confused him again. Whoever they is? Who was he referring t- Ah, it was an attempt at humor. Right then, tricky tongue he had there.
With that done, the tactician quickly turned away from Leontius. The commander relaxed his shoulders and back a bit. He'd been standing at attention ever since they'd started speaking. It wasn't the easiest thing for the commander to mentally nail down, he'd only ever dealt with subordinates for the past decade or so, but he was getting more used to. The commander quickly found that he had no time to rest as the tactician turned his head, shooting Leontius a half-glance. He snapped back into position and waited for Farlus to finish. Commander? Ah, yes, the tactician didn't know that Leontius was supposed to be called Sergeant. It appeared that that small detail had slipped Leontius' mind. A shame. "I'd certainly prefer that, sir." The commander responded in agreement. Leontius concurred with the tactician's statement, but for different reasons. Frankly, he didn't give half a rat's ass about the Sacaens. If a few tribesmen were harmed by Ilia's passing, then that would be unfortunate. Unfair, even. He did not wish death to the nomads, but he would lose no sleep should they be injured. He was more concerned with the bloodshed of Ilians, of that of the army. The company had already lost a small portion in that nasty ambush back in Ilia. They certainly didn't need to lose any more men. Bern was going to be a fierce enough opponent as it was.
With that settled, Leontius found it prudent to check on the status of his men. They needed to move now. Turning away from the tactician, the commander headed for the wagon and duo of tents in which his company kept their supplies. He rounded one of the tents to almost smack into a prancing Whitney. Her body lurched forward as she tried to skid to a halt. "Urgh! Leon, you should really watch where you're going!
Leontius furrowed his brow. "I was, you-." He pinched his nose. This was pointless and he knew it. He didn't feel like wasting time. They had a job to do. "Whitney, what's our status?"
She looked back at the commander incredulously. "Hey now, don't go trying to change the subject. I'm offended and want an apology." She barked back at him.
He knew that she was just playing, but they had pressing matters to attend to. Maybe if she'd done this at another time, and they weren't within site of anyone else, he'd consider playing along. "Whitney, cut the crap! I need to know if we're ready or not." His words, and tone, were harsh.
The orange-haired girl back downed. "Gee, you don't have to snap commander." She turned her head, as to not look him in the eye. She rubbed her neck uneasily. "Yeah, everyone's ready. Oswald and Clarissa are off on their respective tasks, too." She was looking pretty sullen.
The commander eased up on his anger. He hadn't enjoyed that, he never enjoyed snapping at Whitney. She was such a happy person. It was... unnerving to see her otherwise. The drastic shift in demeanor was like a swift punch to his gut. He closed his eye. This was unpleasant, but it had to be done. There was a task at hand. "Thank you Whitney." He tried to make that sound genuine, despite the complete lack of emotion. She responded with an incoherent mumble. "Tell the others we're moving out."
He rounded the tent again, without company in tow. It had occurred to him that Farlus' ability as a tactician could come in handy. On a large scale, the dark-skinned man's knowledge of placement and terrain could prove very useful. Possibly more so then Leon's. Since the tactician probably didn't have anything else to do, seeing as he'd been indisposed for so long, Leon figured he could lend a hand.
"Sir!" Leontius boomed with a salute. "Would you mind accompanying me and the others to the perimeter? I figured your unique area of expertise would serve well in bolstering our defenses."