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Posted: Mon Mar 04, 2019 12:06 am
With great care Aue completed his toilet, even taking the time to make certain that his nails were neatly done, that his boots were polished, and that no part of his eternal's garb lay in an unflattering manner. Hair and silken knot swung heavy as the corrupt senshi's steps along Citadel flagstone. All of the medals he'd earned were on display with exacting precision as he had made an appointment with one of the few generals within the Negaverse that would actually care about such things as uniform code.
Schörl was one of the few in his experience that cared about a number of things that others seemed to let fall to the wayside, and for good or bad, this was one of several reasons that had prompted Aue to request this meeting in the first place. Further negligence from a commanding officer - should she choose to add to the growing pile - could be no more damning for his 'career' within the Negaverse, so there was naught to lose and much to gain. General Schörl seemed not the sort to leave a light touch on her charges, if her constant handling of Faustite could be any measure for a potential future.
He would be on time, directly. That is to say, he would be fifteen minutes early and would wait outside her space, tall and silent save for having announced his arrival - for and at the General's pleasure. "General Schörl, Sir. Eternal Aue, reporting in for a scheduled meeting."
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2019 1:19 am
Schörl noted, and removed a pocket watch to count hatches on in regards to the announced party. Aue, and his alter identity, were known under 'Things Faustite'. Files denoted his heritage, research doubled down the likelihood and personal familiarity proved he’d attended some portion of the Finnish national compulsory service. How much of that 8 weeks basic and the 165 days, 255 days, or 347 days has been frittered away on Instagram beauty regimen, pizza and beer…She waited exactly 5 minutes. “Aue, Eternal Senshi of Lemons, come in.” “You’ve followed an exacting paper trail and protocol for this meeting—we’ve had missions, faces and names traded in the field. All outliers to the norm. I appreciate outliers.” She waited, leaning on the side of her desk. Sitting had it’s time and place in impressions- a sedentary recline led to massed power, ease and mustache twirling. Taking in his full detail was best done without the desk hiding half his legs. “State your purpose.”
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2019 9:41 pm
From the manners with which Faustite and Quartz comported themselves in uniform, he'd gathered that Schörl held preference in how her subordinates handled themselves; knowledge he put to play now as he answered the general's invitation. Aue came to a neat parade rest before the green general's desk with shoulders drawn back and spine straight, attentive while she spoke.
She had asked purpose bluntly, he offered the same in return. "General Schörl, Sir, I respectfully request transfer to your unit." The corrupt did not shift position under Schörl's scrutiny, though he knew that what he was asking was not entirely usual, but very little of his career with the Negaverse had been usual. He was tired of languishing in his current situation: this seemed the best, most reasonable step for him to take.
"If you will have me, Sir."
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Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2019 5:01 am
The supremacy of Officers to corrupted was a policy that had been redacted, but here he levied her rank as a respect. For the gain of his aim? Why transfer? “You are of a rank where you need no superior save the sovereigns and queen. A team of your own could be growing, grown, already. Captains are encouraged even, by some, to start teams. Why should you wish to be subordinate, Eternal? And more importantly, “ Schörl raised her eyebrows, widened her eyes, in mock incredulity that didn’t make it to her tones. “What recommends you? The elevator pitch. “
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2019 8:14 pm
Expected, the need for a hard sell. Schörl already had one senshi that had proven dead weight proximal to her command in Faustite's Heliodor, she would not allow another corrupt among her ranks without having been properly convinced gain stood to be made by doing so. Understandable. Laudable. Wise to question my aims, she is shrewd where others are not. I need her to need me.
Don't ******** this up, Lauri.
"Ambition of self doesn't win wars, Sir. Only posthumous accolades and pretty speeches." He had seen up close how Wolfeite's hunger for adulation had ripped Labyrinthite's pack apart, taking a cohesive unit and rending it into two less effective halves when a single solid grouping would have been far more effective. Deploying Kamacite with Labyrinthite and Adamantine? Devastating to the 'White Moon'. Instead, two generals with teams that could barely be civil to one another. "I have seen first hand what the result of premature team building can be, when those in command are not suited." Whether suited or not, Aue had military training that put him in a position where commanding others did fall into his known skill set, "If you wish it, I will command others as I was trained to, but under your direction, Sir. "
"Military trained at the Finnish National Defence University in Santahamina, Helsinki with a completion rank of Vääpeli--" Aue paused a moment, thinking about what the corresponding rank would be to translate, then started again, "--a Sergeant First class, non-commissioned. I am proficient with hand-to-hand combat, de-escalation techniques, and also military tactics and strategies which I am capable of teaching to others.
"My abilities to counterfeit documents have already proven useful for various officers in their civilian lives, and my engineering skills are multi-functional. I cite specifically having been put to use in the rebuilding of General Faustite's torso and creating iron-clad identities for Eion Risk, Lauri Virtainen, and Aelius Drayson." His words had gotten clipped, brusque in the manner of one not well used to reciting their own CV. A faint pinking of his ears betrayed the discomfort the corrupt felt at having to speak about his accomplishments and abilities in any measure save the most clinical.
"It is I believe, Sir, enough to warrant taking a risk on me. Should you find my qualifications or dedication lacking, test me." This was more than he'd spoken at length in the whole of the last three years of his life; the Finn's throat grew scratchy, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed past the dryness.
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Posted: Wed Apr 24, 2019 12:07 pm
“ At least you do recognize it a risk. Your ‘belief’ was not asked after,“ the General whorled fingers in faux-court fashion. “Actions speak more than words. Ambition? Skills with documentation I would not and will not refute. That use is plain and good. But where has gone all that training the army gave you? Sitting on a chair, blazed out and whacking virtual enemies instead of real ones. Money to support your habits, but no aims to quartermaster it in any way, and no levy of actual use to Metallia. “ “You are lazy, Lauri. Years you rely on Instagram muscles and sourness to get you money without paying the tax of people. Results, where are those, beyond paperwork? No recruits, or converts, or conscription? No kills. No missions you yourself spearheaded, carried out, whether successful or as tactical points? Not even your cocksock senshi, that can’t find his way out of the closet, to follow along. You’ve inspired very little for the familiarity and time of your service. When have you done something that wasn’t someone else telling you what to do?” “There is a place for Good Soldiers. Not everyone has to command, but All must Serve when it comes to Metallia. I’ll see the transfer made. When you’ve shown you’re more than paperwork and blunts, you’ll have your right name, Sister Sweden. Until then, your beliefs can be aired in your mother tongue. “ “You will serve, and you will improve. You will start bootcamp regimen with me in one week to put something behind those social media likes of substance. Get your affairs in order. I will have more than a digital paper pusher.“
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Posted: Wed May 01, 2019 5:48 pm
Schörl's rhetoric needed no answer, she gave one back immediately having found his measure in thirty seconds. It stung and he fought the urge to shift where he stood, fingers tightening grip behind his back from the bald truth of it and the shame that washed over him.
'You are lazy, [----]' He had heard that before, in another life. Another superior officer that had taken him to task, challenged him to rise beyond being just another rank and file. Schörl's version of kindness was raking him over the coals; a tongue lashing that had him both uncomfortable and relieved. Here was someone that understood he was just floating along, passably. Kamacite and even Tourmaline thought his work perfectly adequate - but he was lazy.
Being called Sister Sweden caused thick brows to draw together. Had she really? Did she mean what he thought she meant? Yes, she means that. She breaks men, this is her way. Of course she knows I speak Swedish, she is thorough. Perkele... Lauri hated Swedish, hated it on his tongue, the way the syllables formed and mangled in his mouth. He also hated the way his collar seemed too tight against his Adam's apple suddenly, the heat that hit his face at knowing he belonged to Schörl now just as Faustite did - as Quartz did - and that he'd ******** put himself there like an idiot.
I chose this. The refrain of his entire Negaverse career. I chose this. Should he get on his knees now, or later? Jaw and throat working, the Finn finally managed to rasp out a reply that his new General would approve of - whether she understood the language or not. Knowing how thorough Schörl tended to be...she knew enough.
"Som du säg, Hälskarinna."
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