Stroll Through the Woods [Open]
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2013 19:58:36 GMT
The day was bright, quiet, and cool, the late autumn’s wind whistled through leafless trees and there was a damp smell on the breeze, threatening an evening rain. A single pair of boots accompanied by the gentle thuds of hooves amongst the dead leaves and brown grass disturbed the peace, a lone figure walked from the looming structure of the Scouting Legion’s Headquarters with a barebacked horse at his side. The man’s emerald green cape, brandishing the Wings of Freedom danced lazily in the wind, brushing against the horses flank, but the beast walked undaunted, accustomed with the man’s presence from countless hours of bonding and riding. The blonde held the horse’s lead rope in hand, not that the stallion truly needed it as trained as he was, but it was a precaution and rule of the Scouting Legion and the man would stand by the rules, his position reinforced that he do so more than others perhaps.
This day however, Lukas thought himself not at a Corporal of the Scouting Legion, but more just a man leading his horse through the woods on a beautiful day for some casual exercise. Later, he thought maybe, he’d take a short ride bareback, perhaps to return to the old castle. Sighing, the man, flickered his eyes through the trees up towards the blue, cloudless skies, thinking lightly of less military related issues to more personal ones, in other words his brother. The last time he’d seen him was at their father’s funeral and Lukas had tried to talk to him, but to no avail, so he hadn’t left the funeral pyre as soon as his father’s be-damned body was smoldering, and hadn’t tried to contact his brother since then, and neither had the younger man to him. Lukas knew that his brother hated him, why exactly, he could guess.
Shaking the thoughts from his mind, not wanting to taint the day, with dreary family-related thoughts, patted Tyr’s glossy neck, and lead the horse over a fallen log. Back at HQ, the cadets and other officials were taking an easier day too, so Lukas had taken to opportunity to be alone, enjoy the quietness, and dislodge himself from the brattle of the chattering cadets and people in general. He wasn’t bitter, but living with a number of others in an enclosed space could make anyone seek open pastures. Tyr's large chin came to nuzzle the side of Lukas’ head, knocking off his pin. Stopping, the man bent down to retrieve the gold piece, brushed the dirt off and stood with it in his hands for a moment, allowing the wind to buffer his downed hair.
“Silly boy…” he muttered softly.
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Post by Commander Erwin Smith on Nov 5, 2013 5:31:54 GMT
It seemed the landscape itself had taken the day of rest to heart as Erwin enjoyed the tranquility of a peaceful morning in the area surrounding headquarters. The commander was fully saddled on his horse and as dress code commanded in full uniform. His stallions white coat stood out brightly like a specter in the dappled light cast from the skeletal limbs of the sleeping forest. Although Erwin Smith was the Commander of the Scouting Legion his uniform was no different to that of the lowest cadet. Instead he had chosen his white horse to act as an easy signal to other soldiers to be able to pick him out on the field without adding any unnecessary and cumbersome trimmings to his uniform. Soon however snow would start to fall here and the days would become colder and the ground would be covered in the blanket of winter which would make expeditions further out even more dangerous.
The cold was not something that bothered him, it was more the warmth that he had trouble with and the cold crisp air that whispered against his cheeks was more refreshing to his senses than an indulgent cup of coffee could be. Resources for the Scouting legion were already stretched to extremes and he felt a sense of moral culpability at the thought of spending the budget on such frivolous expenses.
A free day for the Scouting legion only meant that he would have less demand on himself and fewer problems he would have to solve for others. People rarely wanted to think about problems on their day off after all and he predicted very few people wanting to get up on this chilly Autumn morning to knock on his office door. So with that in mind Commander Erwin decided to make the most of this peaceful early morning before he had to schedule the following weeks endeavors. He had been up for a while now and was heading back in the direction of headquarters as people would be starting to stir and things would start needing to be done.
It seemed however he was not the only one to be making use of this free time.
As he rounded a cluster of thorny bramble he noticed a lone solider out walking with his horse. The shorter mans hair had fallen in the way of his face as he seemed to be picking up something from the ground. His mind quickly deduced this was someone of rank since he found cadets tended to travel in packs, it was rare to see one of the younger members of the legion wandering anywhere alone and if they were he would find that behavior somewhat suspicious so he waited for the other to raise their head.
As the man stood up straight and dusted the item in his hand his deductions were proved correct as he recognized the face of Corporal Lukas Bondevik. Erwin was not a naive man and he knew that if someone chose to be alone here at this moment it was most likely that Lukas was seeking this solitude and did not wish to be disturbed. However simple social etiquette and respect meant he would make at least a quick greeting to the other.
He walked his horse in their direction casually and spoke up. "Good morning Corporal, It is good to see not everyones chooses a day off to sleep in." He nodded, noticing the item in his hand was hair pin that the other always wore in his hair. "You should be careful wearing sentimental items such as that on to the field, your mind can be distracted if you have too much to lose." The fact the other wore it all the time implied some sort attachment after all but his words as always seems to carry more than one meaning when he spoke on a personal level such as this.
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Post by Lovino Vargas on Nov 12, 2013 12:03:25 GMT
Lovino was hiding. Not from anyone or anything particularly, but he liked to pretend he was hiding from something rather than face the fact that nobody honestly cared enough to come look for him or seek out his attention. He liked the thought that he was so good at hiding, and that was why no one could find him. But then again he knew nobody was coming for him and nobody would call his name but he ignored it and let the wind brush over his closed eyelids as he sat under a random tree he had stumbled across, not too far away from the main castle of the Scouting Legion. Lovino sighed and stretched out his arms feeling his muscles ache. He had been there for quite a long time, just lying there and watching the clouds pass overhead.
Actually… He had been hiding from something.
Cleaning duties.
He wanted nothing to do with the agro short man who had a vicious lust for clean swept floors and dustless windowpanes. He usually found it best to leave the castle early in the morning before every other cadet was woken and had to clean the grounds mercilessly. He enjoyed the fact that while other slaved away he could enjoy the small amount of paradise in this horrible world he now had gotten himself into.
He then heard something that tore him from his peaceful bubble, opening his eyes and his body going on alert he noticed the sound of voices. He stood up quickly and then with a stumble of his foot, he slid over the large protruding root of the tree. “Gah Fuck you!” He cried out accidentally doing a split. He groaned heavily and fell into the grass before trying to help himself back up. His leg now was aching for a whole new reason. Lovino was not flexible in the least. He stood up and decided perhaps it was best he moved his hiding place to someplace less crowded. He then looked toward where the voices where and his heart sunk. Oh fucking fabulous. He sighed, of course it was the Brows and Lukas… Lovino actually liked Lukas. He was basically nice and yet distant enough to not be in his face… He found that he would actually like to get to know the man better but then again. Lovino always tried to keep his distance from everyone… the less contact he made with anyone the less he would feel anything if they were to not turn up in the mess hall the next day. He tried to walk around them knowing another place he could go. He knew if he just walked confidently made small talk walked on then they couldn’t pull him up for anything. He walked past Erwin and made sure to ignore him before looking at Lukas bowing his head slightly and curtly. “Morning Corporal.” He said looking at the other. It was only then he acknowledged Erwin. “Commander.” His greeting even shorter than the last.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2013 0:05:06 GMT
The iconic rhythm of shod hooves striding through the leaves caught the attention of Lukas’ ears, though he didn’t look immediately. He finished giving his horse the attention he deserved as well as made sure that his notable hairpin was dirt free. Only then did he look up to meet eyes with none other then his boss and leader, Erwin Smith, astride his own white stallion. The other was just about as large as Tyr, both had strong chests and long legs, though Lukas’ dark bay, nearly black, horse had a larger head and had slight feathering on his fetlocks; the perfect charger, hence his strong name influenced by a character in some rare books in the Bondevik collection that Lukas had grown up with. Lukas waited until came closer and allowed for the older man to speak first, out f respect. Even though the Commander’s greeting was meant to be casual, and Lukas took it as, the Corporal still thrust up his fist to perform a textbook salute, the click of his boot heels in union with his fist meeting his chest.
“Sir,” he replied, his tone relaxed, soft, and did not reflect his strict posture of the military. Relaxing his stance to return to scratching his horse beneath his chin, Lukas listened to his leader’s words thoughtfully, though also with some amusement. "A good morning it is, yes and I would not refer to a hunk of gold as sentimental, sir. Perhaps ornamental then anything,” he stated bluntly, evenly. Lukas understand the slight hypocritical reflection of his words, for he knew that there was a quite a few people out in the Walls who would love to get their hands on such a “hunk of gold.” Even so, Lukas slipped the hairpin back into place, removing his golden locks from his eyes, and continued with, “If I lose it, I’ll just be returning to the earth its own wealth”. Money was not, has never been, a concern of Lukas considering he was for the majority of his life the heir of the Bondevik estate and fortune and if his wealth and a paycheck been a priority, he would not be in the Scouting Legion to put it simply.
Which made sense in a way: why pay soldiers a large salary if most are going to die young anyway, right? Morbid logic of the economy at its best.
“I only continue to wear it because my grand-mother,” he finished, not going to explain more, that what the old woman had really said was how she disliked how Lukas’ bangs persisted to sit in front of his eyes. Keeping his horse a safe distance away form Erwin’s, stallion had a rightful tendency to bite and sour in temperament around one another, but Tyr seemed more interested in sniffing Lukas’ cape then the white stallion’s. Blinking up against the sun at his commander, Lukas decided to return Erwin’s kind favor, “And what of you, sir? Enjoying the day thus far?” The younger man did not have as many conversations that could be catalogued as personal or causal with his commander then say Levi, which was what he preferred. If Erwin ever would ask, he would tell, with as much detail as he was ordered to give, but that grew out of a life of strict rules and loyal obedience drilled into Lukas’ person since he was literally an infant. Old habits die hard, as they say.
It was then that a rustle on the path roused Tyr’s ears to perk up and for the horse to raise his head. The steed’s master followed the horses’ sense and saw a lone figure striding towards them, the cadet’s pants smudged with dirt, and Lukas recognized him a Cadet Lovino Vargas, not the most outstanding of the Scouting Legion, failed miserably when working with others, as fairly quick but either then that Lukas did not know that man. Lukas stood silently and without moving as the man approached them, though Lukas had to actually blink when Lovino forwent greeting their commander first, but instead made contact with himself first.
“Cadet Vargas…” he said smoothly, his tone fair and even, but it held the faintest note of something that could only be a warning with interest, but Lukas did not allow himself to glance at Erwin to see the man’s response, if there even was a physical one. “What brings you out here, alone?”
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Post by Commander Erwin Smith on Dec 5, 2013 6:45:51 GMT
Erwin saluted on his horse in reply to the others protocol greeting, keeping up with formalities but trying to convey a sense of peace. "I see." He nodded and thought about the others response. Perhaps it was habit that the other wore his hair clip, perhaps it was an alternative to cutting his long hair which was obscuring his view until he pinned it back up. That or the hair clip was sentimental, the other had just not subconsciously realized that quite yet.
Euros, the white stallion the commander was riding seemed as steadfast as the man that rode him, both were veterans after all of many expeditions and his horse seemed to mirror his riders mood.
Erwin was quite use to vulgar words spoken around him so when the young man came tumbling out of the forest and did the splits he didn't act surprised nor offended. The Commander just glanced at the other casually but kept his eyes on the other carefully as the cadet righted himself and took in his surroundings. The recon core usually received a mix bag of new recruits but they usually were eccentric to put it politely. Eccentric also meant that they were ready to think differently with how things were, that or they are suicidal, they got a few of those as well. Lukas's words reminded Erwin that this was Lovino Vargas, one of the newer recruits, not that Erwin had a bad memory and Lovino was quite... memorable.
From the others tone it was quite obvious that he didn't join out of respect for him and he honestly wondered why he would have signed up for this when from what he had seen he was not overly skilled nor overly thilled to be here or be a hero. Things like this made Erwin want to know exactly why people joined, after all if he didn't know the logic behind it then he could have soilders acting unpredictably and dangerously. A solider acting out of line could cause as many deaths as a titan acting unpredictably after all. Erwin didn't quite care if people liked him personally but on a profession level he hoped to work out some sort of respectful rapport amoungst peers.
"Cadet Vargas, have you misplaced your horse or have you forgotten it this morning along with your salute?"The commanders tone was firm but not aggravated and he kept a calm neutral expression on his face. Erwin honestly wasn't mad at him for the disrespect, it wasn't his pride that was at stake here. It was dangerous to go anywhere without a horse and his scolding was one out of concern for the others safety as surprising to some as that may sound. He was actually mildly surprised that Lovino had wandered so far away without a horse.
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Post by Lovino Vargas on Dec 5, 2013 12:15:43 GMT
Lukas' expression when Lovino had looked over Erwin to greet him first created a good feeling in Lovi's stomach. 'Yeah that's right I skipped the fucking commander.' He jeered. Lovino didn't see himself as an overly brave person, nor a stupid person. He just didn't think there was a point in pretending to like someone when you obviously didn't. He honestly felt as though he were doing Erwin a favour. Bringing him back down to earth showing him that not everyone loves the browmander. He then glanced at Erwin as he spoke.
"I'd rather walk... Wide open planes just for me... Don't need some long faced dork following me around." He stared up at the sky. "And I got up early with the birds sir. Just thought I would get some exercise in... Little stretching. As they say the early birds gets the worm" He was being a smart ass. It was incredibly easy to tell his tone was laced with sarcasm. He didn't feel the need to pull back when in the presence of the commander either, he wasn't saying anything out of line here. It was all in his tone and even that was quite up for interpretation. So if the commander was to say anything /he/ would be the bad guy. He saw the dirt patch on his pants and sighed heavily. Shit... That meant he had to wash these... Again... And stains were a fucking bitch on white. He scratched a nail over the dirt before cleaning it out, a look of disgust on his face.
"Also do you think you could do something about the white pants? Don't you believe something a little less easier to get dirty would be really nice y'know... Saves a lot of time." He turned his face away and let his eyes roll. What a little bitch this guy was. Did he honestly try and sass him? Where's my horse you ask commander? It's up your ass you royal- he paused when he realised that moving on would be a good idea. He knew another place he could hide out until cleaning duties were over. "Excuse me." He said bobbing his head down slightly and quickly wanting to make a break for it before he was forced to converse anymore with the Commander.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2013 22:08:54 GMT
"Cadet Vargas, have you misplaced your horse or have you forgotten it this morning along with your salute?"
Lukas only blinked at his Commander’s words, keeping eye contact on the cadet, but eternally he flinched. Erwin was a quite different commander in comparison to Lukas’ late father, but he still beheld with him that aura of authority an even with a docile tone, his message came clear enough. Considering Lovi’s appearance, Lukas thought of the man’s performance in training drills and exercises. He wasn’t spectacular, but he had displayed some skill that only needed to be tightened, but his teamwork was poor, as poor Lukas’ almost, and for that reason the brunet had stuck in the blonde’s mind. Still, although the setting was far from formal and mandated, there was no reason for the cadet o display such arrogance and sarcasm. Even when he spoke about horses, Tyr’s ears pricked up, and the corporal said evenly, “If you have issues with long-faced dorks, I’ll take note and you’ll be assigned to wagon and dead retrieval next mission”.
Being a smart ass would not work with Lukas and he only watched the man complain about his pants worth a lazy blink before he replied, “The world is made of dirt, so stains you should get used to, though in our profession they should be the least of your worries considering the blood of Titan disappears without a trace”. That being said, Lukas slipped his lead over his horse’s head and gracefully vaulted onto the stallion’s brad and bare back, use the rope as a reins though Tyr was trained tor respond by touch. Fro his higher perspective, the Scandinavian descendant watched the cadet want to leave and he simply swept a hand through his hair, finally glancing towards his commander.
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