[Sternritter] Barracks

[Puppet on a String Theory]

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The barracks of the Sternritter are located within the first level of the Wandenreich Headquarters. Due to means of conservation of space, there exists only thirteen bunk-style beds, as opposed to twenty-six. This rectangular room is the designated location where Sternritter may sleep their nights, as well as rendezvous for relaxation after work. There is, however, a very minimalistic amount of already provided supply within the barracks beyond beds and closet space, meaning that if a person intends to find entertainment, they are required to maintain their needs, themselves. The major reasoning for this is that Sternritter do not often spend much time within their quarters due to their active and militaristic nature.

 

[The Hopeless Optimist]

Hans Adler
The Emperor's Advisor

Hans yawned as he finally woke up from his slumber. "Time for yet another boring day..." Hans remained in his bunk for a bit, as he stared up at the ceiling for some time. It was 03:27, as the rest of this comrades were still asleep. Hans remained lost in his own thoughts, as he was wished there were something more to his life than simply remaining put in this realm that kept the quincy race safe from the dangers that lurked outside of this cold and unforgiving realm.

Sighing, Hans tried to get some more sleep before it was time for the Sternritter to get up and begin their daily obligations to the Wandenreich. However, what little sleep was left for him seemed to elude him, as Hans had a troubled mind. After hearing the recent news from the emperor himself, he had good reason to worry not only for himself, but the rest of his kind. Thankfully they didn't have to worry too much right now, as they were largely unaware of what was to come, but Hans knew well that change was coming, and not for the better...  

[Rain Water Resonance]

ℭ𝔥𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔣 ℑ𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔪𝔬𝔱𝔬

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝕸𝔞𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔬

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Peacefully, Christof awoke. This in itself was rather unusual; that is, the fact that he was not woken to the shouting and chaos of the rest of his comrades waking up. The Sternritter stared at the ceiling for a while, batting his long eyelashes over his eyes tiredly. It must be early, but his clock was on the floor. He couldn't here anything, but this was quite normal. The realm of the Quincy was devoid of the sounds of nature which had inspired scores of artists over the course of human history. While the Quincy slept, the world did not move. Of course, since Christof had grown up in this world, he expected nothing else; his only knowledge of Earth was from the stories of others, which probably warped the image anyway. Young Quincy grew up with nothing to keep themselves busy but through training and such stories - one couldn't very well water down or even take away such stories. Though this would all seem quite unusual to an outsider, it had become rather commonplace to Christof. Sometimes, he would muse about such things in idle hours. It made for good inspiration, though Christof fancied himself a different sort of artist than any of those who had lived in earth before.

After lying in bed for a while, Christof figured that he may as well get up and take a walk or something before the others awoke. Unfortunately for him, he had to worry about his bunk mate waking, and thus tried to first figure out how to quietly get down. Gingerly, he lowered himself over the shorter end of the bed, opposite of his bunk mate's head. The other stirred a bit, though did not awaken. Thus, Christof let himself drop, landing lightly like a cat. Hanging on the end of the bed was Christof's coat, which he shrugged on and removed a pocket watch from the right front pocket. It was just a bit before 0400, which Christof found rather remarkable considering how late he had gone to bed. Then again, with the general inactivity around the Quincy realm, it was difficult to really work hard enough to get a full night sleep. At least, this particular Quincy figured the last time he slept more than about six hours must have been about seven years ago at the height of his teenage sleeping years. For a moment, Christof simply paused, considering whether to try to get more sleep or to pull on the rest of his uniform and walk around until the others woke.

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❝If music is the sole truth,
then I am the master of reality.❞  

[The Hopeless Optimist]

Hans Adler
The Emperor's Advisor

After spending much time on his own pondering on the recent news that he received from the emperor, Hans still remained in his bed,staring at the ceiling, even though there was no real point in him staying up. However, if what the emperor told him was true, he had reason to be concerned. Some dark times were heading to the quincy race, and he feared that many weren't ready for the events that were to come. Sighing, he silently got out of his bed and stepped out of the barracks, as he needed to stop by the Sternritter meeting hall and deal with the possibility of having to debrief his comrades of what was to come if the emperor wouldn't do so soon. [Exit]  

[Bossetta]

Temperance Kohlrusch

*Louder then Thunder.*

"What would it take for things to be quiet? Quiet, like the snow..."

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In one of the near by beds laid a figure under the sheets. Female by the way the blanket curved with the body but who it was, that was unknown. There weren't many others here right now so Temperance was enjoying the quite as she was a light sleeper. Once people started talking or moving she would be wide awake. Hating this about herself as she enjoyed sleeping greatly. Sometimes if she was simply bored she would fall asleep. Her legs shifted in her sleep as she rolled over onto her other side. Her long white hair hanging over the edge of the bed as this gave some sort of idea who it might be. Not many within their ranks held such a hair color. Her body fell still again as she was cast off into a world of dreams. A field that was covered in a never ending snow fall. It was peaceful, quite and a place she could be alone. Without a worry or fear that would cause her stress or heart ache. Shifting again as her right arm now hung off the side of the bed in the direction she was facing. Her small hand was motionless and peaceful as she stayed like this way now. Not moving again as time would passed. Hours, minutes or even seconds Temperance did not know but what she did know was that this escape would only be for a moment, having to wake up at some point and return to the world she lived in but her sleep was short lived as a meeting was called into place. Sitting up in bed as she made her way towards the meeting room.

[exit]

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"...I don't think I deserve it; selflessness find your way into my heart.."

 

[The Hopeless Optimist]

AN EMERGENCY MEETING HAS BEEN CALLED! ALL UPPER MEMBERS OF THE STERNRITTER PLEASE REPORT TO THE MEETING HALL!  

[Rain Water Resonance]

ℭ𝔥𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔣 ℑ𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔪𝔬𝔱𝔬

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝕸𝔞𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔬

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As Christof was just awaking, he heard a calling of the upper members of the Sternritter. He figured that this included him, must as he did not particularly want to go to a meeting. It can't be avoided. The Pureblood Quincy set about, dressing himself for the day. Christof partially buttoned his uniform, continuing to muse over what the meeting could be. Nothing had really ever happened in the Quincy realm, and thus this was cause for some degree of excitement. Difference was... exciting. Not waiting around for anyone else, Christof finally pulled his gloves over his hand, slipped his feet into his boots and set out for the meeting hall.

[Exit]

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❝If music is the sole truth,
then I am the master of reality.❞  

[Midnight Marvel]

ALICE ~SUPER~ GATCHAMAN !


Her black mane was spread over the covers of her bed, her vivid cinnamon eyes starred intently at the ceiling above. There was both a silence in her mind as in the barracks of the Sternritter, this silence which cradled her with its tranquility bemused her consciousness to a light sleep. It was only superficial thoughts which played in the same manner as a collection of short movies from behind the body of her physical eyes. Admits the course of her thoughts Alice found the opportunity to finally close her eyes and find some sleep, but her responsibility would have none of it; a rude alarm awake her with a startle "Holy s**t, are we under attack or something?" But her question was quickly answered by a voice which ordered the Sternritter to present themselves within the meeting hall. Racking her small hand through her black mane a few times to straighten it out, Alice finally through her legs over the bed then leaped onto her feet, "Really? That loud a** noise just to call us for a damn meeting... There better be food there or I'm gonna rip one of those cacas to shreds." Movie like a storm, her fury was felt with each step towards the appointed destination; her temper could not be tamed not contained, she was a volcano in constant awakening, ready to consume everything at any moment. She was pissed.  

[Ivory de Mors]

Mιкα Cєιcєℓ

Mᴏᴏᴅ: neutral / Tнємє: Pieces/ Qυιηcу/ Cяσѕѕ Sтαтє: sealed


The green haired girl had been looking at the roof for hours now, bored as hell. Mika, do not paint the walls. she remembered, staring at the wall next to her. It was so white, majestic and indeed seeking color. Her red eyes already creating illusion on what could she paint on it, her imaginagion getting the best of her. She yelled in annoyance as she kept looking up. Damnit I'm stuck in this place, all quincies are out doing something and....wait a sec. HOTARUUU!! Where are you!? she yelled, hoping to hold contact with the only other quincy stuck here. She groaned even more and rolled around, seriously this whole taking care of the realm was getting on her nerves.

Hours passed and so did her patience. Long paper sheets taped on the walls were marvelous graffities were made. A small bonsai sculpture adorning the center of the barracks and finally tons and tons of poetry. She panted happily after getting rid of her artist frustration, only to realize that Hotaru hadn't appear yet. Hotaru! You here?? she yelled and sat down, worried that something could have happened to her.

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[Aquos Dragoa]

Ivory Armstrong

The young red head after being with the King for a while found herself upset with him. The pervert was at it again! Why is it every time she was nice or something she ended up with him ruining it. Ticked off she had left the building for a while to go clear her mind, in other words to punch the hell out of something. However after a couple hours it was just too cold. Exhaling air was amusing, it was like she was smoking out something. As she wondered back to the barracks she puffed out her breathe just to see the funny mist clouds. Her nose was red like rodalphs. However as she realized that quite some time had passed, she was anxious to see if Hans had returned. Dashing down the hallways she opened the door to the barracks only to frown... This wasn't good... they never took this long.... Spotting a bob of familiar green hair she sat down next to her. "no ones back yet huh?"  

[Ivory de Mors]

Mιкα Cєιcєℓ

Mᴏᴏᴅ: neutral / Tнємє: Pieces/ Qυιηcу/ Cяσѕѕ Sтαтє: sealed


The green haired rebel remained on the floor, looking at the roof as the time passed by. She was waiting for Temperance to force her to clean the mess, to Hans request an explanation about it all. Someone yelling at her! Only an echoed groan escaped her voice as time passed by. The body on the cold floor almost as if she were dead. Small steps could be heard as a body kneeled next to her and spoke. She knew it was Hotaru, at least she was fine and here to keep her company. Yep, I am really frustrated. Hope they are alright. she said with a sigh, hoping the gates would open anytime soon.

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