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 Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2017 9:43 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2017 8:37 pm
Cinnabar leaned against the table she had placed in the training room, the one that usually held an assortment of hand towels, water bottles, handwraps and other medical supplies. It still held that, but pushed back against the wall and meticulously arranged, as though someone had set each and every piece in precise order.
Cinnabar herself looked the picture of patience, her ankled crossed in their tall boots and her arms braced against the surface of the table. Her tail twitched though, where it snaked across the table and hung over the edge. It thumped once as she watched the girl push her hair back and b***h about timing, and hearing it, she straightened up enough to cross her bare arms below her breasts. Her coat was draped across a stool, abandoned and forgotten for now.
There was a pause as Cin silently watched Violane, and when she finally spoke, her voice was flat.
"You'll be pleased there won't be a next time then." She said, matter-of-factly. "You're being transferred to another general."
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Posted: Sat May 13, 2017 1:47 pm
"What?" Her tone held no doubt that she was shocked by this news. Eyes wide as she stood almost dumbfounded in the training soon. What the hell was Cinnabar going on about? Transferred to another General? Why such nonsense? "Am I not good enough for you, anymore?" She accused her General outright.
Her tone and demeanor had grown cold as she stared Cinnabar down. "You bring me into this s**t and now ditch me like a piece of trash?" She scoffed, clearly jumping to conclusions and letting her temper get the better of her but she didn't damn care. What the hell did Cinnabar think about doing something like this? The woman was suppose to train her. Teach her to be the best she could be but now she was just depositing her onto some other General as if none of it mattered anymore.
"Glad to know I was so highly thought of." She spat out at last. "And I suppose I have to take this transfer lying down." That was one thing that still rubbed at Violane. The fact that she was bottom of the totem pole here and had no real say in what she could or couldn't do. She was at the mercy of the whims of the higher ranks and that burned her so deeply. Cinnabar had at least been able to make her feel like she had a say. Like her voice matter. Like she was cared about. But, perhaps Violane had been wrong in thinking that she actually did matter. Unless, of course, Cinnabar could have her mind changed.
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Posted: Thu May 18, 2017 12:29 pm
The general’s eyebrows lifted and there was an amused twitch to the corner of her mouth at the response she received. It broke the blank flatness she’d been wearing despite her attempts at keeping that mask in place.
Violane was a spitfire, and so much like herself. Like who she’d been before the youma had eaten her. So much temper, such little patience. Cinnabar let her blow up and work her way through her rant. It wasn’t entirely calmly; the tip of her tail still twitched and curled with inner agitation, but she didn’t interrupt. If this had been her, Lieutenant Cinnabar, she knew she wouldn’t have been any better.
It was amusing, though, how little it took to set her off and how quickly she jumped to conclusions. You don’t trust anyone, do you? Always looking for the knife behind the smile, the lie in the promise. Life’s hard, lived that way.
“You assume I’m transferring you because of something you did.” She said when her lieutenant had worn herself down. “Believe it or not, Violane, the world does not revolve around your success or failure.”
She rose finally, her movements stiffer than they should have been for how casual she wanted to appear. Her hand swept up a folder from the desk and she waved it at the young woman, the papers inside fluttering.
“These are some of the generals you could be transferred to. They’re the ones I would recommend, but if you prefer someone else, let me know. I don’t expect you to take this lying down...” Cinnabar said as she turned back, giving Violane a look of mixed pride and regret that pinched the corners of her eyes as she offered out the folder of files. “You were one of mine after all. But you don’t have a choice. I am no longer safe to train or command lower ranked officers, particularly lieutenants, so everyone is being transferred until I get a handle on my youma side. This is about keeping you safe, not punishing you.”
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