
Captain Kursha Vidari
Tote over one shoulder, rifle over the other, Kursha waited in line behind a gaggle of newly recruited privates, made evident by their unabashed and endless questions. He closed his eyes and tried to tune out their voices. He had stood in line for fifteen minutes already and at this rate he would be waiting fifteen more.
Deep breaths, Vidari.Somehow though, he found himself less annoyed and more bored by the situation. Recent events had done a lot to curb his temper; he
knew it was a pain in the a**, but he was not particularly inclined to do anything about it. Not right now anyway.
A different voice pried him from his thoughts. Opening his eyes, Kursha saw a young tealblood before him, no older than five sweeps. She extended a microphone towards him, while another troll behind her had his camera trained on his face. Kursha's mouth twitched with the beginnings of a scowl. Great.
“And what if I told you I don't do interviews?” Kursha replied, trying to edge out of the camera's view. The lens followed him faithfully. Damn, she had her stooge well trained.