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I took a few days to make it organized before I let anyone know, but I'm intending to restart a lot of my roleplay blogs! I'm starting with just Casey for now, but expect Pascal, Anise and Ivar to get reboots too. <3
For those interested, here's the new imperialwings!
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Raven laughed softly- well, she did have a point there but that was okay. Past was past right now and he didn’t care. He was just far, far too happy with Casey here to care. Placing a hand over his mouth and snickering into it more with the loud sound coming from her stomach. Looks like someone was hungry.
“Good, I’d hate to be denied a date with such a pretty girl after we just got back together~” He teased, happily following the knight as she spoke of a place she knew that was good. The archer looked the place up and down- damn.. he was surprised it was even still standing yet it held such an inviting atmosphere to it. He was used to run down, shaggy looking places in Dahngrest but with the attitude of the city none of which looked so cozy. His eyes fell to Casey and he snickered,
”Don’ worry about apperances, darl-er-Case’. I’ve spent too many years now in Dahngrest ta worry about that.” Raven snickered even more at the very much old-lady comment, "Yer gonna start making me feel old talkin’ like that, ya’no.” He felt like he was indirectly being called an old man by her. Not that he wasn’t used to that, either. As he entered the building with her it was almost like he was hit with a very loving sense of home. The place was filled with lower quarter inhabitants which just added to that homey feeling- if you ever had to describe what a family was to someone, Zaphias’ lower quarters was the best way to describe that unlike compared to the stomach turning community of the upper class men of the city. ”I can see why ya’d come to this place often— it fits ya.”
"Oh, we're not that old," was her immediate response to Raven's teasing. After giving him an only slightly less-than-cheerful punch to the shoulder, the smile returned to her face. "We're... mature. Experienced. Not old."
People didn't fall apart nearly as quickly as these old buildings did, she thought as she firmly nodded to her own statement.
The place was relatively quiet as most of its patrons were beginning to wind down for the night--they'd arrived pretty late, after all. Occasionally a group of men in the opposite corner would raise their glasses and clink them together loudly, breaking through the soft murmurs otherwise filling the air.
"It's warm," she told him as she took her seat. "Warm food, warm smiles. And the food's got to be good if it's been standing for this long, eh?"
It was funny, in her travels she'd thought often about what she'd say to her friends if she could see them again. But now that she was sitting right across from one she couldn't find words. There were too many burning questions, and she wasn't sure where to start and what to avoid.
"... You look really different," was what she finally settled on. "You walk differently, you sound differently. If I hadn't chased you down, I wonder if I'd have found you again."
"So, where'd you pick up that accent?"
His eyes narrowed slightly in spite of himself. As much as he appreciated the Schwann Brigade’s help, especially as stretched thin as the knights were, he didn’t understand how one could learn much from them.
"That’s good to hear," he said, quickly catching himself. "It’s always nice to have new knights join our ranks. And from what I hear you have quite some skill with a bow?"
He coughed again, cursing himself inwardly. Every one of his sentences sounded like a question. He was the Commandant now. He needed to command. He was going to look like an absolute fool in front of the people that needed to respect him.
"So I hear you have some skill with a bow," he repeated, lowering his voice to sufficiently Commandant-esque levels.
She couldn't help smiling at his quick change in demeanor. He was trying much harder than he needed to, the poor boy.
"That I do," she explained. "I grew up in nobility, and my father taught me at a relatively young age. I've mostly used it for sport up until now," she added. "But I assure you I won't be afraid when I'm needed in combat."
She noted the file in his hands, the tension that was beginning to pain her beginning to sink away as she noted how thin it was. Surely it wasn't so hard to believe that another person shared her name. And yet he seemed so tense just speaking to her. If he was like this with all recruits...
"I apologize if this is out of line," she began, "But I was wondering how long you've been holding this position for, sir. I'm curious, normally someone of your age wouldn't be considered for quite a few more years."
"You’re adorable."
"A-ahh...?" Sometimes the bluntest compliments worked best. With no time to find a good comeback, Casey was left fumbling as her face began to flush.
"You're impossible," she finally managed, giving him a light slap on the back. "You've finally lost your marbles, lieutenant."
Adorable though, huh? That was... surprisingly nice to hear.
"I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many dogs at once…Do you want to have dogs on our brigade?"{hi :3}
When Casey had brought up the idea to the Commandant, she was sure she'd been joking. Trained dogs in the knights? It was unheard of, surely it would be far too difficult to pursue.
But now that the idea was becoming a reality, she couldn't keep the smile off her face. "Well, we've been discussing the idea. This breed is relatively easy to train, I've heard." She stroked the dark blue fur of the largest of the pack, her smile widening as its tail began to wag.
"It sounds like it would be awfully fun, doesn't it?"
"... Mind if I sleep here tonight?"
She hesitated to answer, taking in his bloodshot eyes--and the rings under them. The poor man looked like he hadn't slept in over a day, surely.
Why he would come to sleep in the barracks of all places was beyond her. The grunting and grumbling of the other soldiers was enough to drive her mad when she tried to sleep.
But perhaps that was exactly it. There was something about having your own quarters after sharing your space for so long--the silence was louder than the people ever were.
"Feel free," she told him. "My bed's open."
"Who did this to you?" "I’m ashamed of you." "I hate you." "You disgust me." "I love you." "Don’t go, please!" "Just leave already." "I don’t care about you." "I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many dogs at once…" "I don’t love you." "I lied." "You’re pathetic." "You need to sleep sometime." "Come on, just hit me!" "Leave me alone!" "Don’t touch me." "I wish I’d never met you." "You’re adorable." "Do you have a cuddle buddy yet?" "Mind if I sleep here tonight?" "You’re beautiful."
Flynn straightened up in his seat, resting both his hands flat on the cold wood of his desk. His throat felt fuzzy, but he couldn’t clear it without looking silly. He hoped his discomfort didn’t show. (It did.)
"Cas—hrrm—
"Casey, was it?" His voice sounded much deeper to him when he attempted to sound professional. His right hand rose from the table—it felt heavy in his gauntlets—and reached for her file.
"I thought I’d take the time to introduce myself. My name is Flynn—but of course you know that," he added quickly. "I’ve noticed you’re the newest addition to the Schwann brigade?"
Her eyes narrowed for a moment as she looked him over once more. A question burned at the back of her mind, but she decided to bite her tongue for now.
The poor boy looked like he was going to have a heart attack, and she wasn't sure whether to be amused or alarmed at his state. She couldn't stop the corners of her mouth from turning up into a smile though.
"It's a pleasure to finally meet you in person," she told him, her expression changing to one much warmer than when she'd entered the room. She had to break the ice--but it was tricky, pretending she knew little about her line of work. She was sure her voice had wavered much more the first time she'd spoken to Alexei.
"I've heard you're quite the prodigy. I envy you." A pause, her eyes falling to his desk--well-organized, but the piles of paper still managed to make it look like a mess--and back up to meet his eyes again.
"As for my assignment," she added, "The Schwann Brigade has been good to me so far. I've learned a lot since I joined."
I'm sorry--
oh my god this is the most precious thing I've ever seen
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Flynn was growing steadily accustomed to the sound of papers shuffling. His fingers moved with steady grace as his files shuffled together. His penchant for organization was his saving grace in managing the hundreds of loose papers that crossed his desk every week.
It took only a few minutes of shuffling until he found the file he was looking for. He was alarmed by its thinness—from what he gathered, she’d just shown up on the scene out of nowhere and found a position in the Schwann brigade, of all places.
He had moved this meeting a bit higher up in the order than he’d intended; his curiosity got the better of him.
Casey. He turned the name over and over in his brain. There was an irony to that.
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He took a moment in the mirror, straightening up his pauldrons until they were positioned at just the right angle. He thrust his shoulders back, staring intently at himself in what he hoped was a businesslike manner.
He didn’t have long to wait.
There was something satisfying in the sounds of the castle. Every movement seemed to echo in the wide corridors as Casey strode down each hallway, reflexively remembering the way to her destination as if it'd been only days since she'd last stopped in.
Rather than ten years, she thought with a soft sigh.
The door creaked open to reveal the man she'd been hoping to meet for the last few weeks. She'd seen him before, but it was from very far away, and she was surprised to find that yes, he looked just as young up close.
He had to be half her age, she thought, biting the inside of her cheek to dull the sting of what that implied.
"Commandant Flynn." Her cheerful tone betrayed her serious expression as she sat across his desk. "What can I do for you, sir?"
It’s been way too long. I thought I’d start again. Anyone who’s interested can follow me at this link.
