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 Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 11:13 pm
This roleplay is one of the requirements to Apply for Sergeant - you cannot post in this roleplay with your character until you have submitted an application.
Iris Anderson | Firah Ohrn | Keahi Xiophne | Jamie Milan
--- There are times in Damien's life where he was nearly convinced that whatever kept the world running smoothly had a personal grudge against his very existence. How did he know that? Because of all the idiotic things he was very nearly forced to do on a daily basis. One such act was the fact he was sitting outside in the cold freezing his a** off while his office was very much warmed to a livable degree and filled with everything a man could wish for: a warm fire, a comfy chair, and most of all, a space not overtaken by the evil known as Feral.They aren't working fast enough, the evil—Feral snarled under his breath as his eyes drilled fine little holes into the backs of the frightened apprentices currently shoveling snow away from them.Damien frowned while sipping his warm coffee. He and Feral were currently sitting in a small but growing sized dry spot that Feral (through Damien) had forced the apprentices to make. It was also kindly covered with a thick blanket so that Feral wouldn't have to lie down on uncomfortable grounds. Around them, chairs similar to the one Damien was sitting on was set here and there in preparation for the hopeful group of wolfriders.
Feral had insisted very strongly (which means he more or less force his opinion) that he could attend the 'interview' because, Damien would guess, the wolf more or less deemed his rider incapable of making important decisions. However, Feral also despised the idea of lying on the cold, wet snow for the duration of the interview while Damien and the rest of the "idiotic humans" sat lazily on their "fat cushions of asses." Therefore, the scene before them was apparently necessary to satisfy the wolf. They're late, … or not. Feral was obviously not one to be satisfied. Feral glared at his human knowing the idiotic mammal was probably thinking 'they are not late' or something idiotic like that. No, not probably thinking, obviously thinking. They are not here before us; therefore, they are late.Damien decided to ignore Feral, while looking towards the frantically working apprentices again. He vaguely wondered if he should tell them to stop… the clearing was actually quite big enough. One apprenticed sneezed probably from the cold. Na. His bored gaze turned towards the Feral. The captain vaguely wondered if the other wolfriders would bring their wolves. Interviews such as this usually required the rider to come alone; however, then again, the interviews were usually inside in the warm of his cozy office... Plus, neither he nor Feral specified and truthfully both of them wouldn't care either way.
Damien then wondered if Anna would show up or not. He had informed the women in a very casual manner. She might decide against it considering the interview was being held outside… the cold… where it could start to snow anytime soon… Damn, he was cold…
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2009 11:16 am
And why can't I go with you? Firemoon growled, following Keahi to her interview.
"Because the interview is for the riders, not the wolves," she replied.
But I will get promoted, if you do. So it should be just as important to interview the wolf. You don't want a weak wolf commanding others. Plus the interview is going to be outside, so it should be no problem.
Stopping Keahi rubbed her head before turning to Firemoon. "I could get in trouble if you come along, and that could mean no promotion," she said, almost as if each word was spoken carefully. It wasn't that she had to become sergeant at all costs, but she had to try. If they did deem her right for the post then she would be able to protect her fellow wolfriders and the people in the city better then she could as a normal private. "How about this, you can sit out of ear-shot, and if you can be there I'll wave you to come over," Keahi suggested. Her blue eyes watched the wolf as she thought it over. There was a twitch of an ear or a flick of the tail here or there. Finally Firemoon nodded, before walking past Keahi, making Keahi follow her bonded.
As their feet crush the snow, they stop at the edge of the clearing. They could see apprentices clearing the snow for them, and the Captain and Feralblood waiting. Keahi took a deep breath, as Firemoon butted her with her head. If you blow it, I'll have to bite your ear off, the wolf told her bonded. Keahi patted Firemoon on the head, as a thank you to the threatening reassurance. Keahi watched as Firemoon found a spot to sit and wait. Once she was sure that the wolf, would be good she made her way across the clearing to her captain and the aphla wolf. Saluting when she reach them, Keahi greeted respectfully, "Captain White, Aphla Feralblood." She stood where she was, waiting for Damien to allow her to sit.
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2009 5:10 pm
/You realize, if you are promoted, you will have to be around your Alphas more... right Beloved?/ A small price to pay for a higher rank Firestride. Everything a person wants, comes with a price, and that will be mine. /And mine since we will have to share the burden. I can't say I'm particularily happy with the thought of being around my Alphas more.../ Looking away from the fleeting scenery, Firah raised an eyebrow before replying to his wolven steed. I thought you liked Feralblood. /I do... but just because I'm tolerated doesn't mean I'm always tolerated, if you know what I mean. Plus after a while, his attitude starts to wear on my nerves./ Oh I see.
Firah had submitted his application for the promotion a few days after hearing the announcement of the open position. He hadn't expected his profile to make it through the first round of eliminations, let alone thought he'd make it to the interview, figuring that Damien had to be peckish about who made it where. The Private had immidietly recognized two out of the other names of applicants, Iris Anderson and Keahi Xiophne, mainly because they had all become Private Apprentices around roughly the same time. Other than that, he didn't know much about them or any of the others. He should have done his research to know exactly who he stood against.
Narrowing his eyes through his goggles as they slowed to a stop at the edge of the clearing, the Private sighed before dismounting, his boots making a dull thud as they peirced through the snow. /Don't make a fool of yourself Beloved. It will not go over well if you do./ Yeah, thanks for that advise Strider, I'll take it to heart. Stepping away from his Partner, Firah began to make the solitary trek over to the interveiw spot, glancing back only once to see Firestride move over toward Firemoon. Rubbing his gloved hands together before removing his goggles and placing them in the pocket of his Military like Jacket... it was the closest he could find to match his normal uniform. Riding in the freezing cold was ten times worse than just walking in it.
It wasn't long before he reached the area, casting a small glance at Keahi as he walked up, before stopping just to the side of one of the chairs. Saluting, before he spoke. "Captain, Alpha." Too bad he wasn't the first to arrive, but it didn't look like she had been there long...
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2009 7:58 pm
Being that they had time before the appointment, Jamie and Rainingwind had kept themselves busy before then. They went and ran their routine training route, tacking on an extra five kilometers this time around and thus altering the usual times a bit though of no impact to the overall schedule. After getting back to the fort, Jamie would then get ready for the appointment. The day was proceeding smoothly, as Jamie and Rainingwind had come from their barracks and were now making their way across a portion of training field to their destination with time to spare.
When she had received her notice of the interview, the Private and wolf then had a succinct discussion of the possibility that he too may be present. And during the run, the fact that the appointment was outdoors as opposed to in the Captain’s office, thus the wolf may be able to attend, was alluded to again, through Jamie’s mention of the contrast to the usual as it hadn’t occurred to her until then. The quality of such interactions between them was not unusual, a purely-civil-business-seeming quality that veils how very in-sync they actually are.
Despite not a long while ago having been running over 10 miles, Jamie took strides with vitality, vitality that describes her not only physically but mentally as well. Poised with senses keen and mind focused, Jamie proceeded with a pace that matched Rainingwind’s, the wolf and the rider’s steps both taken with like steadiness. It was in these instances that their similarity shone.
At a respectable distance, they had halted. Rainingwind was low to the ground in his usual, cold, battle-mode depiction of submission, Jamie beside him, aligned with her fellow Privates.
Alpha Feralblood, Captain Damien White. Where there was an opportunity of gathering information, he would take it.
“Greetings, Captain White, Alpha Feralblood,” Jamie said in salute, her voice a composed and steady quality, in time with Rainingwind’s own words, but neither weaker nor overpowering the wolf’s speech but rather as though one, each the half of the other.
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2009 10:35 pm
Adorned in a black, collared trenchcoat strolled the New Eve Lieutenant with her bond striding at a steady pace by her side. One hand tucked comfortably away in a pocket of the coat, her other hand held a crystal-clear glass filled about half way with the discrete golden liquid of a White Cabernet. So early into the morning, she would have preferred to have brought tea along instead. Much to her dissapointment, Annabel had none left in her barrack and she wasn't exactly fond of coffee... Not that she needed a warm fluid to keep her body satisfied. Unlike many of the other riders within the fort, Anna enjoyed the brisk, cool air and took pleasure in spending as much time possible outside during the winter season, perferably when it was overcast.
Her slender fingers curling around the bud of the glass, Anna raised the rim to her lips and took a ginger sip of the refined wine. Motion up ahead caught her attention as a clearing with several chairs and a few select riders came into veiw. Here it is, just like Damien said it would be.
Stalking towards the small gathering, Nightmare scanned over the present Gammas with a soft scowl. It appears as though we are late. she noted with dissapproval to the Lieutenant. In her opinion, an Alpha was never late, but she detested the idea of a Gamma arriving at a destination before her. If it weren't for the few minutes lost over the run-in with the pack's current Beta and his stunted rider, they would've been exactly on time.
Fashionably late. The woman pointed out simply, the contents of her drink swirling in its glass container to the rythym of her pace as she lowered it from her face.
Yes, Nightmare retorted sarcastically, but with an air of elegance in her tone. Because everyone knows how fashionable it is for a Lieutenant to show up to a Sergeant interveiw with a Chianti.
Cabernet. Annabel corrected. I am not foolish enough to bring such a strong vintage as a Chianti to an interview this early.
Whatever you say, she hissed. It's all the same.
Not in the mood to go into a debate about the differences of white and red wine, Annabel chose to ignore the wolf's comment and proceded to steadily approach the Captain. "Bonjour, General." she greeted with a pleasant smile and a curt dip of her head to Damien before taking a seat next to the higher-ranking officer. Under normal circumstances, she would've addressed Damien more casually, but in the presence of the Privates, Annabel found it necessary to heed the older rider with his proper title.
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2009 9:56 pm
Of course you can come. Why shouldn’t you? Iris turned to glare at her bonded, ever so slightly annoyed. Really, if he kept up this fuss they would be late, and then she really wouldn't get the position she'd wanted for years. Nevermind the fact that she was even being considered. Nevermind the fact that she’d worked towards this goal since bonding at eighteen. Nevermind the fact that Silversoul deemed her ready--readier than any other. She would be late, and her obsession with being early would mean nothing.
Because perhaps the position of sergeant involves only your kind, Silversoul responded evasively. And not the likes of a lowly little wolf like me. His gaze betrayed little, but perhaps the slightest hint of concern--even nervousness--shone in their blue-grey depths. I trust you'll do just fine.
Iris raised a thin eyebrow. Could it be that her daring, brave companion was afraid of the Alphas he’d once scorned?
No. I just tend to find that they dislike me. For obvious reasons, you know. I never gave them a reason to fancy me. And their disapproval of him might cripple his human’s chance at the higher position he knew she was capable of. I would that you have the best of odds in your favor. He nudged her forwards.
She whipped around to face him, long braid whirling around her shoulder, eyes blazing. Dammit Silver, I’m not doing this without you! She didn’t want to force him into the Beta rank, but surely he wanted it as dearly as she wanted her own higher rank. Either we both go, or we both stay.
He felt her desire, even need to succeed that day, and could not refuse her. Very well. He set off beside her, wondering why he always let her force him into such situations.
Contrary to Iris’ thinking, they arrived in perfectly good time, though not as early as she would like. All the other applicants had showed up before her--were they waiting for her to show up? Covering her misgivings under a confident, assured expression, she saluted Damien in a formal manner. ”Greetings, Captain, Feralblood. Lieutenant, Nightmare." For once she appreciated the many instances when Silversoul had forced her to interact with others--she needed the experience now.
Greetings, Alphas. Silversoul carefully lowered his body and tucked his tail underneath as was proper for his rank. His ears lay all the way back, in hopes that his superiors might forgive the mistakes of his youth and look on his rider with favor. The confidence and strength part was up to her this time.
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2009 10:32 pm
Damien stood very reluctantly as the first hopeful applicant made her way over to their little… campsite. He nodded at Keahi and was about to motion her to sit; however, the captain noticed two more shapes making their way across the field. To save himself from the torture of sounding like a broken record, he remained silent and standing. He nodded to Firah when he arrived and then Jamie and her wolf.
Feral also stood when he notice a wolf approaching their torture zone and the alpha grinned in pleasure when the gamma submitted. Joining in on the fun, Rainingwind? You are permitted to stay so long as you restrain yourself from aiding your human. The alpha relaxed his stance back down, accepting the other wolf’s presence.
"Please, have a seat—wait, hold that thought," he was just about to flop back down onto his chair when Feral snarled a pleasant tone… how that even works and how he could even tell, Damien would rather not think about it.
Feral as always pleased to see his mate and waited impatiently for the female wolf to approach. Running late, love? The dark alpha gave a wolfish grin.
Damien frowned at the drink in Anna's hands and vaguely wondered whether or not to ask. He perhaps wisely decided not to. He then turned to the wolfriders standing before him and gestured to the seats available. "Now that our all-important Lieutenant has arrived, find your seats so we can start this damn thing."[
Iris arrived right after his comment and he glanced at her for a moment before nodded in reply to her salute and gestured towards a seat. "Quickly, if you don't mind, or I may die from old age."
Feral, surprisingly in a good mood, eyed Silversoul quietly from his place and vaguely wondered if he should rise from his position on the ground. Deciding the creature was not worth the effort, the alpha merely glanced at the younger wolf with a lazy expression. Again, you may stay; but speak not to your rider.
Once everyone was settled, Damien finally fell heavily against his seat and waited a moment before slowly leaning forwards again. The captain glanced at the papers he threw to the side earlier containing all their applications… but decided it wasn't worth the effort. "Now, I know you've all written it in your applications but just humor me. State your name, wolf, years as a private, and..." he paused trying to think of something else, "…one thing you hate or wish to change in the fort." He paused again. "Actually, in either forts…" it would obviously be hard to find something that needed changing in New Eve although if they could think of something, that should be interesting.
ooc.] YAY for everyone arriving on time and greeting Damien and Feral the right way. >:] We showed White Shadow! -high.fives everyone- Looking forwards to ppl's answers to questions coming up! -evil laughter-
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2009 8:45 pm
Snapping to attention (again) as Annabel entered their little ring thing, Firah didn't notice Iris's appearance until she too was in the circle. His seat was easy enough to 'find', but now wasn't the time to be thinking literally of such a comment, sitting down quickly and quietly. A scant glance along the other hopefuls made him realize, he was the /only/ male applicant for Sergeantship. Despite that, he still had the one in four chance of getting the promotion. Watching Damien with a steady gaze, the Private bit gently on the inside of his lip. He had never applied for a promotion before, and never asked anyone who had what it was like. The little seed of nervousness about the unknown pulsed slightly, making him feel slightly uncomfortable. Although he normally felt uncomfortable when he was in close proximty with Damien, it was a different kind of feeling. More like... a strange mix of the fear of disappointment, and of making a fool of himself.
The simplest questions could also sometimes be the hardest if you hadn't thought about it before hand. Was there something at New Eve he wanted to change? Nothing major popped to mind, a few minor things here and there, but whether or not they were worth mentioning still had to be processed. Glancing over in the Lieutenant's general direction as he thought, his mind began inserting random pieces of information that he really didn't need at the moment. Mainly facts about the Alphapairs and things about his own wolf. Subtly looking from side to side, trying to register whether or not any of the girls were going to go first, Firah resisted the urge to sigh as he stood to address Damien. "Firah Ohrn, my Bonded is Firestride and I have served for five years as a Private, Sir." A pause. "I have nothing to change per say in New Eve... more like add to the training regiment. Currently, Privates are taking their own time to practice, and some don't at all or often for pure lack of motivation. Some might even be second guessing themselves. I believe Sir, if we add er... /friendly/ competition into the schedule, the training status will rise." Putting an almost malicious inflection on friendly, Firah inclined his head slightly. Hesitating, for a mere moment as he tried to decide whether or not it would be proper to sit back down, the Private choose to re-seat himself.
That was terrible. Running a hand through his hair, the Private crossed his arms afterward, waiting quietly for the others to present themselves.
(* XD! -highfives- *)
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2009 9:29 pm
Jamie lowered her hand after the nod of the head of the New Eve Captain and listened intently as he spoke.
Rainingwind’s eyes remained steady at the ground before the Alpha as he submitted. However, the range of his peripheral vision took in observations of the scene. Though his ears were pinned back, they did not lax in swiftly picking up words and sounds. I shall do so, Alpha Feralblood, the Gamma replied in well-mannered affirmative. He sensed Feral’s acceptance of his presence and also the other Alpha’s approach.
Upon the arrival of Damien and Feral’s counterparts, military and instinctual formality were abided by on the part of both the wolf and rider as Jamie lifted her hand in salute again after Damien’s first statement, “Hello, Lieutenant Lecteur, Alpha Nightmare.”
Alpha Nightmare, Lieutenant Annabel Lecteur, came more of the wolf’s cold-sounding words. Rainingwind’s greeting came in coincidental time with Jamie’s yet again as he kept low in issuing submission at the close proximity he had noted of the two owners of the names he’d just spoken, though neither his nor Jamie’s composure was affected by the matching of their deliveries. Indeed, from the start, he had no intention of freely aiding Jamie as even in other experiences as they had come to agree upon years ago, the rider and wolf decided they would work on balancing both independence and interdependence in terms of from and with each other.
Eyes steady on her superiors, Jamie too, took in and made note of all that her vision’s range observed. She listened alertly. Lowering her hand and taking her seat, she took in further instructions and spoken words, and then taking the opportunity, she spoke her own answer to the given inquiries.
“Jamie Milan. Rainingwind is my bonded. Five years a full Private. Both forts have consistently negated success of centipede invasions of the Valley. However, I’d like for both to improve upon casualty prevention without detracting from effectiveness at keeping the insects out of all walls. In this, I wish to contribute in changing.”
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2009 10:36 am
Keahi watched as two more of the applicants, Firah and Jamie, arrived. She saw that Jamie had brought her wolf, Raining wind. Even though she said Firemoon, could come over if she was allowed to bring her wolf along, Keahi wasn't going to wave her over. She needed to be alone for this interview, plus it will be a nice little test for her. Keahi would just have to apologies to her later. When the Lieutenant come, Keahi saluted again, "Lieutanant Lecteur, Alpha Nightmare." Once Iris arrived, they were allowed to sit down, which was welcomed for the nervous private.
As two of the other privates answer, Keahi carefully thought over her answer for what she wanted to change. There was always a need for improvement, but the question is what could be improve on. The one thing that kept popping up as how some of the wolfriders would treat the apprentices. Looking over to Jamie, she waited for her to be done, before she took her turn to speak.
"Keahi Xiophne, and my bonded is Firemoon. I have been a Private for 4 years, soon to be 5." Pausing to take a deep breath, Keahi went on. "The thing that sticks out the most for me to change is how some of the wolfriders treat the apprentices. There are some that are too harsh on them. I don't mean for them to stop completely, just to tone it down. We don't want the apprentices to be scare of their superiors, or worst for someone to get hurt by accident, when we need every body we have to fight the centipedes."
((Go us! *highfives* XD ))
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2009 2:06 pm
Silversoul nodded. Understood, Alpha. He longed to at least reassure his bonded, let her know his feelings, but there was a challenge in Feralblood’s command. It was a test, and he would pass.
Iris tripped--ever so slightly--as she claimed her seat in the group. Automatically she shifted her weight to compensate for the sudden imbalance, fervently hoping the error had not been noted. Really, though, her apprehension had begun to evaporate. Here was not a social situation, where she was expected to make small talk and laugh with people she couldn't relate to. Strange as it was, she was more comfortable in the close, formal interview setting.
"Private Iris Anderson, bonded to Silversoul, riding five years as of last month." Like most, she'd bonded in the quiet lull of winter... But she quickly cast the thought aside, focusing on the moment. Her chance.
What would she change? Her mind whirled with opinions, suggestions, but grimly she chased one down, setting it firmly in her mind. The death, the grief, the cost of being unprepared when a new species of centipede appeared. The tragedy at White Shadow. “Sir, this does not exactly pertain to the forts in a direct manner, but I believe that we must surely be able to develop a system--to anticipate centipede attacks and toe better understand the enemy we have faced for hundreds of years."
She had many siblings, and none of them seemed interested in the military as far as she knew. She was acutely aware of the rest of the human population--many intelligent, innovative, and willing to help of given a chance. "I would like to suggest that more energy and resources be devoted to research, in both the Forts and the City. Surely it is possible to spy on centipedes, with an inferior intelligence. Capable riders can observe their actions, their habits, their life cycles. Perhaps even gain important insight into their evolution so that we can change to meet the challenges as they grow stronger.
It was a mouthful, and more complicated than she'd liked to make her statement, but there it was, laid out on the table. "Sir." She sat back to see observe his reaction and that of the Lieutenant.
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Posted: Wed Mar 04, 2009 6:25 pm
(( Ooc: We are the champions, mah friends~! >3 ))
Annabel gave a small nod in greet to each of the Privates as she was addressed, quite pleased by the fact that the riders knew their proper respect. At the Captain's remark, Anna snorted softly and waved her hand as if to dismiss the comment. "Oh pish-posh. I'm sure you would've started regardless if I were here or not."
Nightmare's bitter mood dissipated as familiar snarl reached her ears and diverted her attention from the Gammas. She couldn't help but growl pleasantly in return as she approached her mate. Fashionably late, apparently. she gibed with a side glance to Annabel. The dark wolf rubbed against her mate in an affectionate greeting. Though it would appear as though there are some no-shows? she inquired, referring to the present wolves and how some had not come with their bonds. Not that it mattered to her. A least the ones that weren't present wouldn't be able to feed information to their humans. Her snow-white eyes glanced at the Gamma males in brief consideration as they gave the Alpha her proper recognition.
Anna took note of Damien's short tempered mood, but merely smiled to herself in amusement rather than distress the man by pointing it out. "I think we should bring more of the male gender into the fort. Not that I'm self-sexist or think any of the men here are gay, mind you. The level of estrogen around here can just be a tad overwhelming at times, if you catch my drift." she mused, not once taking her thoughtful gaze off of her wine glass as she spoke. She knew Damien wasn't expecting an answer from her, but felt the need to voice her opinion anyway.
Crossing one leg over the other, the Lieutenant looked up as the Privates voiced their ideas. She tipped her head in response to each, no trace of emotion on her face to give away the answer she thought was interesting. The majority of the answers were very generalized and dismal, however she didn't comment on those, but instead glanced at the Captain, waiting for his response.
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2009 12:33 am
Feral grinned at Nightmare and nuzzled the dark female back, growling possessively. Disappointed, love? Their presences are nothing more than flies. The alpha snarled.
Damien eyed the man that stood to speak first and had to admit that he did expect that type of answer from Firah. As the first speaker finished, the captain offered a nod. "Just for the record, you may remain seated when you speak."
The next to speak was Jamie; as the women spoke, and mostly when she finished, you could almost notice Damien's mood get fouler. He stared at the women for a minute as though debating of whether or not he would comment on her answer. He eventually decided his mood was bad enough. "How… vague and wonderfully useless," came a rude but typical Damien response. It seemed the captain as not fond of vagueness in answers; how unfortunate. He turned his head to the next person to speak.
Keahi spoke up after a minute and by the middle of the red-haired woman's speech, Damien was slightly amused by this private's suggestions. When Keahi finally finished talking, Damien would not help but spare a glance towards his wolf.
Feral glared at the horrendous comment that just fluttered unwisely from the human's lips. The dark alpha had a half a mind to ask his rider to kick the women since humans were such unfortunately creatures to have such small jaws and had to use such vulgar acts such as kicking to inflict harm (how inconvenient). However, the wolf had a much better idea.
Damien received the thought form his wolf and smiled towards Keahi. "You're quite right, Keahi." The captain turned to the apprentices shoveling away at the snow. "Apprentices, you can stop shoving now!" he called out to his workers and was amused to hear their sighs of relief. The captain grinned. "Instead, run around the clearing until this meeting is done," they all groaned, "…. and without your jacket… and without your shoes." It was probably be torturous to run in snow without shoes and it was quite likely the meeting will not end for another hour or two or three.
His attention was then turned to Iris Anderson, another young rider. After her comment Damien took no time to correct her. "One," he said in clear irritation, "not hundreds, just one if you bother to know your history."
He sighed in leaned back only to realize someone else was speaking. Damien looked at Anna with a raised brow but let her speak her mind. "Thank you, Anna," Damien replied after a moment. "I don't think I received your application for demotion." Unlike his retorts towards some of the privates, his words to Anna were laced with slight amusement and jest.
He seemed to contemplate for a moment. "Just to throw it out there, I encourage and permit everyone to speak out of turn and freely. You may correct, counter, or insult eachother's ideas when you wish… or I just might think you are as ignorant as the speaker to not be able to catch their mistakes."
"Now… let's move on. Regarding the last centipede attack, which I assume you all know resulted in more casualties than we have had in several years combined, why were there so many casualties and how, specifically, should we prepare our riders for similar situations in the future?"
ooc.] You can either RP Damien speaking after everyone's reply to the first question or insert his comment between their replies; it doesn't matter to me. If that sentence just confused you, dont worry about it. XD
NOTICE: You may post out of order and reply/attack to eachother's character's comments at free will! Just don't go post-crazy. This means if you posted, a person posted after you and your character would like to counter-comment, you may post again after that person. If you are confused, feel free to pm question to me via PM.
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2009 5:59 pm
Vague; an aim to be concise ended with that result. She kept herself from adding insult to injury when she had gotten the feeling her response would be lacking, finishing what she started as her thoughts ran through how she could improve on such a delivery rather than stopping midway. Her thought was confirmed when she remained calmly alert as the Captain stared at her and then voiced his criticism. She was practiced in keeping her bearing and that came into play now. With her poise and focus not shaken, she listened intently to the remaining answers and the Captain’s comments and instructions. Within her, her fiery determination kept at work as the wheels of her eccentric mind turned energetically, processing constructive criticism and information and reorganizing ideas (in her own method-to-madness sort of way). Upon the opportunity, she gave her answer.
“Our strength individually is higher than our strength as a team. We have to improve most on our interdependence on missions in order to maximize our effectiveness at keeping the rampaging centipedes from inflicting damage on our side while not taking away from how the insects have been consistently kept out of the valley. We should prepare ourselves first and foremost by formulating and practicing strategies, formations, and drills geared toward this aim, taking from the lessons taught by the last battle season’s aftermath before the next confrontation.
One drill idea for teamwork improvement could be having a group at a time maneuver through a course with poles as obstacles and in a specified formation and also while being thrown either snowballs or water balloons at. Those running the course then fire at the balls coming into the vicinity of the sides of the formation they’re covering with their own paintball guns. The aforementioned poles specifically are longest vertically and have lateral extensions protruding from them for jumping over and ducking under,” looking to those present as she spoke, Jamie shared her answer to the group in the same calm and steady manner; her voice comprised of energy that was a slight mismatch with her overall serious and composed seated form but in likeness to the appreciable fire of focus and optimism in her eyes.
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