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Post by Tuatara 'Tut' Yamen on Mar 29, 2013 10:12:38 GMT -6
The grin wouldn't leave Tuatara's face. Both Clair and Richter seemed to be smiling now. My work here is done. He turned to the nearby table to look for something to eat while the other two talked. Man I'm starving, Tuatara thought. I haven't eaten in forever, all my food is in my bag. He found some bread laying on the table. I'm sure Clair won't mind. He tore off a piece to munch on while he listened to their conversation. Captain Saint?! Tuatara nearly choked at the thought of the man. I really don't like him. He took a chunk out of the bread and wolfed it down, hoping he wouldn't have to deal with the man. Or worse, follow his orders. By now Clair was talking. Oh, I've jumped onto a flying dragon! Not as fun as it sounds. Actually kinda painful. "Get me the reports on the food snitch who's been plaguing the camp."
Tuatara stopped mid chew. He looked quickly between the bread and where he got it from. Uhhh... he took a quick bite and stuffed what was left in his pocket. I'll finish it lat- hey where's Richter? He looked around frantically before scrambling after the rejuvenated commander.
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Post by Richter Abend on Mar 30, 2013 12:06:33 GMT -6
"Well he's going to have to walk out the door, because he's got things to do," said Richter, standing in the doorway with the tent flap lifted halfway up. Besides, as much as he wasn't looking forward to it, working would get his mind off of this morning at least somewhat. No point in slowing down, and although he did appreciate Clair's sentiment, it wouldn't change his modus operandi. In all honesty, how much support could a bed-ridden woman and a dead dragon really give? Not much.
"But I'll make sure I check back when I get the chance. To see if you're ok..." He paused, looking at Clair with wounded eyes. Whoever the bastard was that hired the Emerald Wraith, they knew exactly how to get to Richter. Why attack his body if you could attack his mind? After all, that was were he was weakest. "And if it makes you feel better, then yes, I'll get you those reports. Just as long as it keeps you in bed." He waved a finger in her direction for emphasis. And just as the commander turned to leave the tent, Clair fired off one last question.
"I wouldn't know anymore than you, Clair," replied Richter, a slight tone of exasperation in his voice. She had lost track of her pegasus? She hadn't even brought him to the tournament... "Who have you been leaving him with?"
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Apr 4, 2013 7:02:23 GMT -6
Clair let herself mope a moment longer as Richter made it clear that he wasn't staying. She knew it wasn't right to take him away from his duties as the head of the army, but a part of her had really hoped he could be there for her. She was feeling crushed right now, and it was proving difficult to get any traction on her recovery at the moment. She didn't even know where she could safely start other than staying in bed.... Everyone kept telling her to stay in bed.
"I had him on top of the arena, with the other pegasus knights. He wouldn't have stayed there once the fighting started though.... Richter, I left the Thunder Lance tied onto his tack. With a charge in it in case anyone tampered. If you find him, don't touch it. It's dangerous right now."
As he made to leave, she sighed, hoping he would be able to get back soon. She knew better though.
"I'll be waiting for those reports. And you. Don't keep me waiting too long."
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Post by Richter Abend on Apr 10, 2013 1:06:35 GMT -6
"I'll send someone to check it out," Richter replied, turning once again for the door. "And I'll make sure to give them your warning. Can't afford to have my men frying themselves on magical spears right now..." Richter frowned a bit, wishing Clair had been a bit more careful with her possessions. He knew what that spear could do. He'd seen it fry an entire swathe of evil, demonic spiders. The last thing he wanted was for it to fall into the wrong hands, and he knew Bern was filled with plenty of wrong hands for it to fall into.
"And as for those reports..." Richter started, before poking his head out the door. He quickly scanned the immediate area, before resting his attention on one of the two soldiers guarding the door. "Soldier, go get Deputy Commander Feldsky all documents regarding food rationing throughout the army." The soldier looked at the commander, momentarily confused why he was being asked to leave his post, but relieved himself of all hesitation when his brain processed just who was talking to him.
"Yes, sir!" came the reply, accompanied by a salute, before the soldier scampered off to fulfill the request. Richter pulled his head back into the tent. "There you go," he continued, now addressing Clair, satisfied with a task done. "Now if you'll excuse me..." And with that, Richter slipped out of the tent.
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Post by Tuatara 'Tut' Yamen on Apr 11, 2013 10:10:25 GMT -6
Tuatara hadn't even realized that Richter had stopped to answer Clair's question. And so he had found himself outside the medical tent.
"So where-" Tuatara began, but stopped short when he realized the commander was gone. The two guards eyed him but kept to their post. Oh... well great, I've been ditched. He stopped to think a moment. Ah.
"You there!" Tuatara said, swinging around to face one of the guards. "Which way did Richter go?" He eyed the guard and raised his eyebrows for effect. "Well?"
The guard stood there for a second, trying to figure out what the flamboyant man standing before him was talking about. "The commander is still in the tent. He hasn't left yet."
Tuatara eyed him some more. Hmmm... why would he lie to me? "WeHELL-" He jumped back as the tent flap flew open, producing Richter. Holy son of a lizard-eating-monkey... Richter said something to the guard while Tuatara tried to make sure he was still breathing. He stood there a moment to try and calm himself. And Richter was already gone.
"Son of a-" Tuatara began, running after Richter.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Apr 21, 2013 15:56:46 GMT -6
She sighed, wishing things had turned out different, and shifted slightly in the bed. As if to remind her of everything going on, there was a small twinge in her back at the slight movement, and an involuntary jolt down her arm. This was going to be miserable until she found something to keep her busy.
"Thanks Commander.... Be careful out there." And he was gone. She let her head fall back and closed her eyes as the reality of what had happened all tried to hit her at once. Marcus dead.... That was.... That hurt. He'd always been around before, with a question or a comment to take her mind away from whatever troubled her. Now, when she needed him most, he wasn't ever going to be able to ease a smile from her lips again. She reached up and rubbed her eyes with her hand as a sense of tragedy and loss washed over her and tried to keep herself calmed down and stable. Things would move on, but they would be different. Right now, she just needed to get herself patched up again. Marcus... could fend for himself now.
She took a few moments to let herself calm down, and then began working on how she would approach the problems she'd grasped to try and solve while laid up. Organization was the key, which meant alot of sorting. She sighed to herself again as there was a soft sound coming from the tent's flap. Then cross-referencing, and mapping out possibilities. The whole prospect is crazy.
"Come in." She said softly, both dreading the task, and excited to begin... something.
A guardsman entered carrying crate filled with a papers. "Deputy Commander. Where would you like these?"He was trying to be compliant with his orders and maintain his demeanor, but it wasn't hard for Clair to read that he felt a little uncomfortable.
"How many more crates are there?" One crate was not enough for this sort of army. Not with the army of scribes they'd carried around with them. Something more likely was one crate for one month.
"How far would you like to go back?"
Clair paused and thought for a moment, but it didn't take her long to decide. "Take me back eight months. Stack the crates along the bed with the most recent papers nearest to me." That would take her back to about when the army was entering Ilia. Back when they were on their way to Edessa. That had been about when the problem had cropped up in the first place.
"And pull the table there a bit closer before you go back for the rest." He made to do so, before starting to leave. "Do you know where the surgeon is who worked on me?"
He turned back when he was addressed "Ah... I believe he's tending to other injuries right now.... Should I send for him?"
Clair shook her head. "Tell him I'm awake, and would appreciate a visit at his convenience. I don't wish to interrupt anything which needs his attention."
The soldier nodded, and turned away to go back to his tasks. Clair began to set about a plan to put things in order and begin as soon as she could as he left.
"It will only be a little while...." Clair spoke to herself softly. "A few days off my feet...." Yeah right.
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