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Robotic Zamat Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sun Sep 08, 2013 7:53 am
This is an RP put up by Robotic Zamat for a Robotic Zamat × NightshadeV1 RP.
It is centered around the happenings when the members of the Stationary Legion (and other Legions) visit the Tavern known as the Dancing Titan when off-duty.
The happenings here are Main Arc independent, meaning that there is no character cloning, or having the characters in two or more places at the same time.
Cheers!
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Posted: Sun Sep 08, 2013 8:32 am
Ҫapʈain Ďomiȵika Ӻarϥua.........................................................................»»»»»»»»»»» Stationary Legion... "You look down, want me to put you outta your misery?""I'd say I'm sorry, but Mama always told me never to lie..." 
Domonika trudged down the muddy road with her standard-issue cloak drawn about her and the hood low over her head. She hated rain. She hated all sorts of weather for various reasons, in fact, but rain was pretty much at the bottom of the pile. Though, she had to admit, snow was far lower.
It was not so much that she disliked getting soak through to the bones. It was getting a chill which made her movements more difficult that she despised above all else. Even the dirt and mud came second to that.
This was more than likely due to the fact that throughout two-thirds of her life now, she had been dependent upon her body's ability do exactly what she commanded it to. If her movements lagged even one millisecond behind what she needed it to do, she was paste against a wall, or a glob of yuk in the stomach of a Titan frolicking through the meadows somewhere.
This thought made Dominika smile for a moment before her usual dead-fish face reasserted itself with matching blue hooded eyes.
Coming up to a tavern along the road, Dominika recognized the place she had been headed for: the Red Swagman. This was the 'tavern of choice' for the Stationary Legion, or, rather, for most of the officers. It was a bit of a way up from the Headquarters of the Stationary Legion, being some 10 klicks up the Southern Way, that large highway that connected the Shinganshina District with the Southern Gate of Wall Rose, but the regular customers thought it was well worth the ride.
However, when Dominika visited this haunt of hers,she often went on foot. No one knew why, no one had had the guts to ask her why the Captain of the Stationary Legion would lower herself to walking so far on foot like some peasant on that road, generally in the dark, too. It was highly likely she had no idea herself.
But then Dominika had a number of strange habits people were stumped to explain.
For example, Dominika purge one and all in her Legion against drinking before a mission. Anyone caught drinking before a mission could expect to be very severely reprimanded, immediately taken off the mission, and sentenced to hard physical labor for the misdemeanor. There was one and only one person this did not apply to: Dominika herself. In point of fact, she always got heavily drunk the night before a mission and went through all missions with a hangover not one person envied.
There were numerous theories as to why she did this. Most people, having heard the tragedy of Dominika loosing her fiance when they had been a part of the Scouting Legion immediately came to the conclusion that this was a form of self-punishment, or even a suicidal tendency; a want to end her life in the manner her fiance had lost his.
Those who knew Dominika better and for longer however had come up with a rather different and less romantic theory. They had noticed on not only one occasion that when in the need to keep her focus, Dominika often used self-inflicted wounds which, though minor and had no real effect on her mobility or movement, caused enough pain to clear her mind and quicken her reaction time. As a result they realized that the pain of the hangover hammering in her mind was actually a tool Dominika used to hone her already finely-tuned and deadly quick reflexes to an altogether different level. Earning her the nick-name 'Domino' for being capable of felling Titans one after the other.
Regardless, whether this was true or no, no one had had the courage thus far to actually ask her about it. Even if it was true, one could not be certain of a straight answer as Captain Farqua was not as forthright an individual as her coarse and uncouth behavior might have lead most to believe.
Opening the door of the tavern, Dominika spat on the ground outside, then entered, raising a hand to hail those inside. Pushing back her hood and dripping profusely onto the sawdust floor, she made her way to the counter and tap of the establishment, slapping a few people on the back who were becoming a bit more rowdy.
Sitting down, she nodded to he bar-keeper and drank a large swig of the pint of beer he had already put in front of her, knowing Dominika's preferences and quantity by heart now. Knowing what mission she was going to have to make on the morrow, Dominika was planning to drink like there was no tomorrow.
"I don't care if it's feasible or no, it's what I'm doing...""Did ya hear the joke about the man inna pub and his pet alligator?"Theme song: ȘӇɄЯД [DOES]
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Robotic Zamat Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Sep 17, 2013 12:41 pm
 I bare my skin and I count my sins
I close my eyes and I take it in
I’m bleeding out. I’m bleeding out for you...████████████████████████ ㊤ ████████████
Bastards! How dare those First Legion Ruffians barge into the Second Stationary Legion quarters and ransack their belongings! Gerald Pine, one of the newest recruits to join the Stationary Legion ranks under Sergeant Peter Franz, now sat at the counter in the middle of a bar about an hour and a half away from the legion's barracks, All because some rat b*****d cunts decided to heckle Second Legion. Such a juvenile act, and yet it would go unnoticed. The few belongings Gerald brought with him to the armed forces of any value was stolen from him. Every single bottle down to the nearly finished one. The only vague evidence that his secret stash even existed, broken glass with the label ripped apart from impact.
After another long day, Gerald was in no mood to cause a fight about it. He wanted alcohol. Booze would at least numb the pains and aches of the day-to-day. Too bad so many of the local taverns was infested with First Legionnaires. The closest bar without those no-talent hacks was another ten kilometers down the road. A small little hole-in-the-wall in a little village away from the sacrificial lamb districts that had begun to spring about along the edges of the walls that dotted the landscape like cross-hairs with the King's Palace dead center in the sky's sights. Gerald and the rest of the legion passed it by as they marched through the south toward the Shinganshina District. Others in his legion had made hearsay along the way about the place. It apparently had a strong reputation for their beer, as well as being a local hangout for the higher-ups in the Stationary Legion. Most avoided it, choosing to dwell in the taverns with their equal ranks. After all, they didn't want to have to take orders off-duty.
At this point, Gerald didn't care. As long as he got to have something to kill more brain cells in liquid burn, he could deal with orders. It's what drove him to walk the distance out to the village, and what got him sitting at the bar at that very moment with a lager in his hand. He was already starting on his third bottle while behind him, mild chatter came from the booths along the wall. Must have been their friend or something, who knows. Nothing to make Gerald pay heed, thank God. At least, that was until a broken bottle was dropped onto the sawdust flooring. Gerald's head shot over to the sound of the cracking glass as he watched whatever remainder of the brewed liquid spilled onto the dust. The commotion came from a few higher-ups on the other side of the bar. Morons. Whatever they had done had gotten the attention of a blonde bimbo dressed in a hooded cloak. She was a regular, and from the immediate respect and acknowledgements of the barflies, she was a Captain.
Gerald turned his head back to the front, though keeping his glanced angled at the happenings around him. It was probably the most entertainment he'd had since joining the Legions as a cadet. There was something so pleasing about watching others get scolded for their idiocy, as long as he wasn't the one on the receiving end. The poor blokes clammed up quickly, and peace had returned to the bar. Gerald kept his eyes on the woman until she took a seat at the bar. The tender had already set a tankard full of something or another before her. Definitely a regular.
"Heh," A small scoffing chuckle escaped. He brought the bottle up to his lips once more. "Must be nice you getting to show up and everybody has to act on best behavior." Gerald muttered as he tipped the bottle up, taking a gulp in. He set the alcohol down on the counter, hand still around the neck and reached to wipe his mouth from a bit of foam that escaped. Did he really snark up to a commanding officer? ********, he did. Maybe he could blame it on the alcohol, but probably not. He still had his memories of the hospital, and what it was like on the top end of the ladder looking down at those lower on the hierarchy. Heavy is the head that wears the crown, after all.
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...And hopelessness is sinking in
The wolves all cry when your eyes are red
And emptiness is all you know With the darkness fedooc: I know, s**t post is s**t. Probably a couple shorts posts of mild dialogue before we can get to normal posts. But we'll see. I will be your scarecrow
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Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2013 12:58 pm
Ҫapʈain Ďomiȵika Ӻarϥua.........................................................................»»»»»»»»»»» Stationary Legion... "You look down, want me to put you outta your misery?""I'd say I'm sorry, but Mama always told me never to lie..."
Domonika put down her mug and turned to look at the unknown who had made some sound. He obviously had not the least idea who she was, or so she thought, but that was fine. She did not come here to flaunt her title. God knew she rather hated it, but..well, there had been that bet. And she had lost. She still had no idea who, as she generally only accepted bets when she knew she had the upper hand, and she had thought she did, but this had turned out to be a very much false presumption.
At any rate, she had lost the bet, and gain a Legion under her command. Something she needed like a pain in the a**...Dominika had wanted to retire, but Fate, it seemed had other ideas in store for her. For which she was simply overjoyed, to say the least.
Then again, it certainly beat joining a knitting or embroidery club.
"What ya gawking at, sweetie?" She asked directly at the guy who had been watching her, cool blue, hooded eyes looking about as lively as those of a dead fish. "If it the hair, don't worry, grow yours a bit and I'll teach you how to wash and rinse. In the bloody creek up the road."
Yes, Dominika was looking for a fight. If nothing else, than verbally. She had had a tiring day, all days were like this, and she was rather a mean drunk. And she was just getting warmed-up, swinging down her next mug of beer and eyeing the guy, obviously wanting to punch someone just for the hell of it.
"I don't care if it's feasible or no, it's what I'm doing...""Did ya hear the joke about the man inna pub and his pet alligator?"Theme song: ȘӇɄЯД [DOES]
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Robotic Zamat Vice Captain
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