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 Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2014 9:52 am
Iphigenia was holding her singular plate in her left hand, piled with random tidbits of food. There was a fair portion of mashed potatoes, some bread and some kind of meat, lots of carrots and peppers. It was mostly whatever she could grab really. Several of the people in the canteen had shot her dirty looks, obviously disapproving of her pilfering. She had the nagging feeling that if she said the food was not for her, but Nærøyfjord, then nobody would mind at all. All the more reason not to say anything.
"Nærøyfjord!" She called as she lifted the tent flap and entered without waiting for a response. Sure enough, the blond knight was there. Iphigenia dropped the plate unceremoniously on the table. "Eat," she said.Ivynian Here you go, let me know if you want anything changed! *V*
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2014 7:32 pm
He startled from his blanket on the left floor of the second barracks tent (the cots and campmats still weren't large enough in width, breadth or bearing to do him any good). He'd been drifting, half sleep and half listening to the murmurs of camp and bustle that accompanied the meal time rush when food was freshest. He liked the lively sound. Iphigenia's shout was LIVELY, and a lot closer, shooting him up to sitting while he scanned the room in a sudden panic. Then settled on the scout that stood near the small communal table of the rotation that made use of G. Bar. #2. "Iffy? Hallo~" He ran a palm over his face and shook his head lightly before settling to a pleasant, lop-sided grin. " You...oh, go ahead. I was waiting for the rush to be done. The families are still at the lines, ja? Was there anything cute?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2014 5:19 am
The number of people that she allowed to call her any derrivative of "Iphi" was startlingly small. Or maybe not, considering her demeanor but suffice to say that Nærøyfjord was one of few afforded that right. She shot the knight a look of feigned annoyance before settling down at the table herself. It was covered in miscellaneous things that she shoved aside to make room for the two of them.
"They're still eating, or lining up. You know those lines never end." The resistance was trying their best, but the fact stood that supplies were getting tighter, and the refugees kept coming. Rarely was there enough hot food to go around. Before her friend could provide another excuse, she added, "I already ate, and I'm not taking this plate back so come eat before the food gets cold."
As for his last question, she did not answer it with words. Instead Iphigenia pulled a bottle of alcohol and held it in front of his face. "This cute enough for you oaf?
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2014 12:29 pm
Herger slowly rolled himself up to standing, brushing off surreptitiously before ambling over to the table to join her. "The lines never do, I guess." It was more a confirmation than a concession. He wasn't arguing that sort of truth. The food looked good, and his stomach gave appreciation in audible form before he could offer much else, prompting a large hand to cover over the washboard there. The bottle was given an appreciative wink, "That would be cute enough." "I worry that the small ones get enough food." he offered conversationally, sliding the plate to a preferred angle and picking up the bread to munch. "There are not many, but enough. There's been a few new pregnancies as well. If they do not get enough food, they will not keep their children..." "Were you ever going to have any?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2014 1:00 pm
"No," she said, without hesitation, "never."
Children. It wasn't often that Iphigenia thought about them, let alone children of her own. She ran her fingers over the neck of the glass bottle, already contemplating when would be appropriate to break out the booze. After all, what was there to say? Everyone she ever cared about was either dead or as good as dead. She thought of Valhalla and frowned. He was a sitting duck, just waiting for death to find him. That train of thought soured, and Iphigenia decided she wouldn't wait for Herger to finish eating to begin drinking.
"I'm surprised, she said, "that you're thinking about things like that." Iphigenia pulled the cork out of the bottle with a resolute pop. "The future, that is, when we can't even guarantee those kids that tomorrow will be okay."
She poured herself a generous portion and stared into the deep golden liquid. Iphigenia didn't think much about the future. It was a startling realization. So many people were fighting for a future, but Iphigenia could not imagine one. All she could see was a scorched earth. She picked up the cup and took a long drink from it.
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2014 6:52 pm
"We live forward, so why not? But it isn't thinking about the future. You are right- tomorrow is not known. But I know about today. Today is now. I know what food there is, who is on guard, what condition they are in, when I go on duty. I cannot stop my promises today, or think about what I can do today that will make tomorrow easier. I still promised to protect the people here and to try to bring them as much of a life worth having as I can manage. " "Fear and doubt will profit us nothing. Action will. So I act. " He watched her pour and drink, eyes gentle but shining. "If I don't do everything I can, then I will face my end knowing that. If I do it all, then the chances are better that the world that comes after will be pure. That is enough hope for me- it is not so much, but it is enough." " When I see the lovers smile to each other, hands low on each other's bellies, it is like glimpsing that world to come. "
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