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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 16 2010, 01:33 AM (150 Views) | |
| Post #1 Oct 16 2010, 01:33 AM | Solarium |
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The beginning of the ascension was already underway, it had been from the very first time that Nikolai Zheronkina had set foot upon military soil and become one with the units. His sheer skill in alchemy, physical power and quick whit had been enough to promote him beyond what any normal person would have attained upon enlisting. But that was not all, no, he also followed orders to the 'T' and never disobeyed or questioned them, he was the perfect soldier, or at least, that was what it seemed. See, the only reason that he had been so perfect was because so far, all of his Commanding Officers had been women, and due to something deep within his mind, Nikolai was naturally submissive to the opposite gender. It wasn't just that he was submissive either, he deferred to them and allowed the females to make the decisions, something that earned him bonus points with many of the women. And that was why he was here today, he had succeeded in attaining the rank of First Lieutenant within a year of enlisting and due to his power and skill as well as ethnic background, had become an essential part of the way things had been working within the Northern Headquarters. He had become such a great part of the workings that as it stood now, he was in the mindset he might acquire a promotion quite soon, at least, if he continued to be as useful as he was and would continue to be due to the prospect of gaining another promotion. What was he doing though? Well he was walking towards Fort Briggs, snow crunching under his heavy boots, sun shining down on him from above, and the cold permeating everything around him, including the heavy lined coat that he wore. The numbing temperature made almost no difference to him though, his body being accustomed to the lower temperatures and so even though other would balk at wandering around outside in this climate he did so routinely. Why was he walking to Fort Briggs? He did not know. He had been summoned forth from his previous station within west Amestria, to return to his homeland of the north, a far greater choice for him than the west which was quite rugged country yet was nothing compared to this frigid land he called home. The question was, would he last? It had been many months since he had departed to the west, and although months was a minor denominate of time and was much less than years, it could be fatal if he had grown to accustomed to the warmer temperatures. Yet it did not seem that he would require time to acquire the necessary resistance for as he had noticed long ago, the body knew its roots. And so he made his way up the side of the mountain, swiftly even though the snow that covered the ground was quite deep and would have slowed many. The reason for this? The simple fact that had never forgotten how to move and keep pace without being hindered. Was he here to be permanently stationed? He did not know. If he was he would welcome the return and change in position expeditiously and happily, ready for changes as they came and hoping for the best. What he really wanted was, that if he were to be permanently stationed, he would acquire a superior officer, namely the Ice Queen herself (Rather than some pansy and petty male who thought himself better due to rank) who would, a) be of the female persuasions, and b) be stronger and greater than he himself was so that his deference to a woman, whether she be of superior rank or not, simply so that others would keep themselves in line and not hinder the movement forwards that Nikolai had been taking, simply by being uncooperative. Finally he saw it, just over the horizon, the great doors of Briggs, an entrance of which he would, well, enter and so forwards would he march, his value as an alchemist becoming greater as he did so, his value as a soldier increasing exponentially compared to his alchemic value, and his value as a person increasing even further. He would become what he needed to become, in order to rise to the top and fight for what he believed in. |
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| Post #2 Oct 28 2010, 06:31 PM | Solarium |
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| Post #3 Oct 28 2010, 06:32 PM | Solarium |
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| Post #4 Oct 28 2010, 07:43 PM | Solarium |
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Nikolai arrived at the doors, having seen them opening suddenly a few minutes ago and stopped as the man stopped right in front of him. The exchange of looks happened easily, as both men sized the other up, impressions kept to themselves or revealed according to how they felt. Nikolai kept his impressions himself, really he felt the man far too pretty, and his hair too long, how was he supposed to fight if Briggs came under attack if his hair was like that? He was nowhere near ready for fighting, he was wearing cargo pants and a T-Shirt, not even something to ward against the cold which was so obvious this far north, and almost any normal man would eventually succumb to it even if they didn't mind such a thing. A few moments of sizing each other up and the man spoke to him, a voice that was soft and airy, sure to win over the girls and definitely fitting of the pretty boy appearance emanating from his mouth. "You Zheronkina? Welcome to Briggs. Come on in!" Was his only comment before gesturing and heading back into the base. Nikolai followed, the man closing the door behind them before turning to the larger man after checking the area. His next words were a little odd, especially since they were coming from someone of such an appearance as well as the fact he looked down at the ground after stating them before returning his gaze to Nikolai. "So, you're the new guy, huh? I hope you're competent - Our last two second-rankers didn't make the cut..." And then he spoke yet again, more odd words yet informative. "I'll assume you speak more than just Amestrian. Reila speaks Aerugese and Drachman, so if you feel the need to communicate with her privately - sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. I, on the other hand, speak Aerugese and Ishvallan. So yeah." It was odd the man was being so helpful when Nikolai had just arrived, but maybe he had reason to help out, for the cogs in a machine, if they did not work together, would cause said machine to break down. It amused Nikolai to think that the man could be so helpful and maybe even intelligent, yet dress so oddly for his station, which, in all actuality, Nikolai had yet to learn what his rank and position within the base was. And so, Nikolai followed the man, gaining a tour and wondering what other information he could gather, for that was what he liked, information without the expectation to reveal it to others. "We have state-of-the-art dormitory rooms here, you'll be placed into one of the eventually." Was the first of the next pieces of information the man provided as he toured Nikolai around the base, heading in a distinct direction the entire time, even when they walked up stairs. And so more information was provided as they made their way, a way that ended at a door, painted a bright color of neon pink, a design of what appeared to be flowers in an arrangement that suggested antiquity (The design itself, not the door), a bright silver doorknob that he could see his reflection in and a few dents, suggesting the door was older. The door itself gave off an odd sent of pine, but that made little difference for it was not long before the man leading him opened it, a slight squeak that could be either carelessness, or genius, depending on whether the person was not taking care of it, or had done that so they could know when someone entered. It really made Nikolai begin to think as to what kind of person the Ice Queen of Briggs was. As soon as he entered (After the pretty boy had knocked a series of knocks -- which Nikolai committed to memory -- and had opened the door for him, speaking something in what sounded like Auregese, Nikolai smelled perfume, and also knew that something add was going to happen, he just didn't know what until the man who had escorted spoke at the same time he saw the woman sitting in a chair (Didn't take him long, but he had been too busy realizing everything else it took him a fraction of a second longer than it should have. "Oh, I'm Daigoro Ito, or Dai. Head of Military Operations, and part-time weapons developer of Briggs. In there is... well, you'll see." As he closed the door the woman threw herself from the chair, a seeming effort by the look of the bandages on her, and suddenly spoke, leaving no room for him to do anything. "YOU!" She said pointing at him, and speaking in a childish manner, her voice like a sonata to his ears as she continued to speak. "I like your hair. It really suits Briggs~" And then she was challenging him to a fight, suddenly pulling a long curved sword from where he did not know, for he had been too distracted by her as she spun around, her skirts flying out as he realized it was too late for him to act, and instead, braced himself for the impact as it hit him directly in mid back, flinching not even a tiny bit as his jacket took the blow and he wondered if she had been at full health, would it have hurt him more? Maybe even broken his back? He didn't know but, he did suppose that she probably shouldn't be out and about hitting subordinates with a sheathed sword. And so he turned as soon as the blow was stopped and tilted his head at her inquisitively before speaking. "Um, are you sure you should be up and about hitting people with sheathed swords? That does look like it could have been quite nasty" He said, his voice a deep baritone as he blinked, looking only a little worried that she might have hurt herself and not at all showing that he had registered anything from the blow. |
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| Post #5 Oct 30 2010, 09:51 PM | Solarium |
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| Post #6 Oct 30 2010, 09:51 PM | Solarium |
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| Post #7 Oct 30 2010, 10:40 PM | Solarium |
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Nikolai had waited not but a few seconds before suddenly there was something wrapped around his waist. It seemed the pretty boy, head of Military Operations, was feeling like defending his Commanding Officer, for not only was his arm wrapped around Niks waist, but there was a bladed...tonfa?... near his throat. Nik didn't think the man was seriously intending to kill him, especially since he hadn't actually done anything, not even touched the woman even though she had attacked him, but, you never knew, some of the sanest people could do the craziest things, all that really made a difference was how far they were willing to go against the sanity that they had. And so Nik stiffened, and then relaxed only a slight amount as the man spoke with words so cold that he could have acquired frost bite if words could cause physical harm. "Welcome to Briggs. We have a little... mantra here." a slight pause and then he continued before releasing Nikolai from his grip and removing the blade from his throat, speaking once he had stepped away a little bit. "Survival of the fittest." "That said, we're a team. We need to be able to count on each other when it matters, and back each other up when they're injured. Death isn't something that we'd like any member of Briggs to experience. And, hell, I'm still getting used to this arm." The final words punctuated by the lifting of the automail arm, which Nikolai now realized came from something quite recent. All in all, that was beside the point as the Lieutenant General began to speak. "Enough, Dai," were the words that she intoned through a musical form that was entirely natural, seemingly without realization or effort. It was after these words that she placed her tachi up under her shirt behind her. He realized that maybe she had it strapped there somehow, he just didn't know the purpose it posed other than the fact it was hidden. Why would she hide it though? There wasn't anyone who she would need to sneak up on, and the only way she might need a hidden weapon was if someone somehow snuck into the base and attempted to take her hostage, which odds were wouldn't happen. So why? It was highly unprecedented and there was no need for it, there was also a disadvantage if she happened to be sitting and needed to fight as well as the fact that the weapon could get caught in her uniform? So why would she put herself at such a disadvantage for no apparent reason? He didn't know, but he wanted to, and so he would need to ask her at a later date. As it was she had more to say, as she welcomed him to Briggs then asked him if he understood why they had survival of the fittest at Briggs whilst patting him on the shoulder. Her next words, were words of introduction and informing that he could call her anything he wished as long as it wasn't Ma'am, at which point she sat down in her chair and began speaking in Auregese, obviously directed to the Head of Military Operations. It was at this point that Nikolai blinked and shrugged, turning so that he had both of the others in his line of site before speaking in that same baritone he had spoken before. "I am Military Alechemist, Lieutenant 1st Class, Nikolai Zheronkina." His words may have seemed slightly out of place the way he said them, but he stated them in order of importance, his status,then his rank, and then his name. His name was the least important for he was a soldier, and a soldier with Alchemical powers was one of the more important types. Soldiers did not need names, but they did need to know whose orders to follow as well as who they could give orders to, so it only made sense that the fact that he was a soldier (Although it was most obvious) came before rank, which came before name, at least, to him it did. |
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