Rain, Rain, Go Away [TR1]
Newbie
gender: Female
status: offline
Alias: The Butterfly Knight
Race: Human
Gender: Androgynous
Age: mid-late 20's
Clan/Family: Morgenstern
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Post by Ehren Grace Morgenstern on Jun 30, 2017 19:12:18 GMT -8
@zeph
Ehren wasn't well known in the group of soldiers that followed General Laelia Kaliba faithfully. She kept it that way for a reason. Many knew her as the man with a strange nickname.... the butterfly knight. At first, they laughed, but after training, the butterfly had a new meaning. Some respected Ehren, others kept their distance because she did. Why? because any time that mask was worn and the name Ehren left the General's lips to give a command, Ehren was a typical male soldier. She just happened to be born female.
It was a risk, but Ehren told Laelia her reasons for the mask. Part of it was the constant struggle of a woman being in the military... the other was the fact that she had her reputation and identity to protect. There were no objections, so Ehren served faithfully.
She trained night and day- rain or shine. But sometimes the rain just got too heavy and Ehren was blind as the water splashed down on the face. The storm was far too wild and Ehren couldn't see anything except a small shed in close distance. The butterfly knight ran towards the shed, crawling inside. He was just about to take the mask off when he figured it would have been dangerous if others came in after... Sometimes it was a pain hiding one's identity.
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gender: Male
status: offline
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Post by Zephyr Kaliba on Jul 1, 2017 12:24:26 GMT -8
Though Zephyr wasn't officially a soldier in the Tyran Army, he trained with them regularly under General Kaliba's watchful eye. Despite his age, only fourteen, he was expected to be on par with soldiers twice his age and experience level. That wasn't the expectation of the army itself, that was the expectation of the General.
Who just so happened to be his mother.
It wasn't easy being Laelia Kaliba's son. She had high expectations of her son, demanded perfection or as close to it as he could get. When Laelia was his age, it had been the same expectation measured out to her. There was no such thing as nepotism. To earn respect and to rise up the ranks there could be no doubt that you had earned it. Which meant one had to work twice as hard as everyone else to dispel the notion of favouritism.
There were also the whispers of his parentage that followed him wherever he went, gossip and rumours about who his father had been and the 'taint' that ran in his bloodline. He'd overheard more than once that the only thing keeping the Vargo madness at bay was the power of his Arisalonian heritage, the Kaliba bloodline, and his mother's rigid discipline keeping him in line. Because perish the thought of him becoming a madman like Mordred Vargo.
When he was younger, Zephyr had made the mistake once of mentioning the gossip to his mother. The offenders had been quite promptly dragged into the General's office and in the morning their tents were empty. He'd kept his mouth shut from then on, not wanting to cost the army anymore soldiers, but also not wanting to build a reputation for 'tattling'. From then on, Zephyr let the hushed comments slide so long as no one came outright and said it to his face. He was not at an age where he could handle himself if that happened.
On this particular day Zephyr had been training in the yard of the outpost when the sky abruptly opened up to piss down rain all over the place. There'd been little warning, aside from the dark clouds that lingered overhead. But typically when rain occurred it didn't all come down at once like a waterfall. You usually got a few droplets as a warning first.
The next thing Zephyr knew, his hair was plastered to his face, his clothes were soaked and the ground had become a pit of mud. "The hell..." Everytime he blinked, more water would pour into his eyes and even raising his hand to shield them didn't assist his vision much. He couldn't see a foot in front of him, and he had to extend his hand as he slowly shuffled ahead to avoid slipping in the mud. Eventually through the torrential downpour he could make out the faint outline of a shed. Soon, his hand impacted the treated wood, and he knew it would at least be dry enough to wait out the storm.
He slipped inside, closing the door behind him. The feel of wet clothing plastered to his body was revolting, and without even bothering to see if anyone was inside the shed, he raised his arms and began to peel his shirt off.
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Newbie
gender: Female
status: offline
Alias: The Butterfly Knight
Race: Human
Gender: Androgynous
Age: mid-late 20's
Clan/Family: Morgenstern
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Post by Ehren Grace Morgenstern on Jul 1, 2017 14:29:21 GMT -8
For some strange reason, Ehren went hiding behind storage crates the moment that someone came through the room. It was always easier to avoid the others than confront them unless of course, she needed to show them the kind of soldier she was and fight them, but that was only when they insulted her. Fingers adjusted the mask on his face before peering around the corner to see just who was trapped in the storage shed with him.
For a moment, Ehren was only faced with arms pulling over a shirt over their head and a naked chest.
"Hey, what are you doing?!" He could feel his face turning red, but as he stepped out to yell at the man who chose to strip where ever they wanted, Ehren noticed the blonde hair and the fact that it wasn't a man at all. At least not yet. He sighed in relief. "Oh.... Sir Kaliba..."
Sir Kaliba because the Kaliba's were a noble house and he was the general's son. He cleared his throat, feeling suddenly awkward. Ehren knew who he was, but beyond idle gossip, Ehren didn't actually meet him until now.
"Oh, I'm Sir Ehren Morgenstern." He bowed a little. "And you might want to check your surroundings before stripping."
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gender: Male
status: offline
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Post by Zephyr Kaliba on Jul 1, 2017 21:26:57 GMT -8
The sound of protest drew his attention as he straightened again. Zephyr turned his head to see a masked soldier standing there. He vaguely recognized the guy. It was rare for someone to walk around wearing a mask, so it wasn't like Ehren just blended in.
"Oh. Sorry." He murmured, wringing his shirt until droplets of water splashed on the floor. "Zephyr's fine. I'm not a knight. Or even a soldier, really." He made a face at the heavy soaked nature of his shirt.
Ehren Morgenstern. "You're the...butterfly guy, right?" He asked, leaning his head against the door of the shed briefly. "Nice to meet you. Doesn't sound like the rain is going to let up anytime soon."
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Newbie
gender: Female
status: offline
Alias: The Butterfly Knight
Race: Human
Gender: Androgynous
Age: mid-late 20's
Clan/Family: Morgenstern
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Post by Ehren Grace Morgenstern on Jul 1, 2017 22:47:47 GMT -8
Ehren tilted his head up, listening to the sound of the rain pelting on the roof. He gave a sigh that said he both agreed with the statement and was annoyed by it.
"Quarters were too far away for the both of us, it seems." The idea that they would have to share the dry space was kind of awkward for Ehren. Things were always easier when done alone and he wondered if Zephyr felt the same way. He didn't seem too close to anyone in the camp, though Ehren could have been wrong.
What the hell.... At least it was just one person and not five stuffed in there.
"Butterfly guy... Is that was they call me? Although I suppose I deserve that. It's not really a manly nickname 'butterfly knight'. Still, they didn't have to make it sound like I collect them or something." He shrugged his shoulders. "It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Zephyr. Were you out training?"
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Apprentice
gender: Male
status: offline
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Post by Zephyr Kaliba on Jul 2, 2017 16:17:07 GMT -8
"Yeah. Couldn't see two feet in front of me. This was the closest cover I could get to without bailing in the mud." Zephyr replied, grimacing as he shrugged his wet shirt back over his head. He couldn't decide whether it was better to keep the garment off or on, but he'd remembered somewhere that wool retained body heat even when it was wet. So that made his decision for him.
"Uh...well..." He seemed a bit embarrassed as Ehren caught him on his slip of the tongue. Butterfly Guy. "Well, they don't really call you that..."
He capitalized on the change in topic and nodded in agreement. "I was. The General insists I train everyday." The young man slid down the wall of the shed until his backside touched the floor. He rested his elbows on his knees, raking fingers through his wet hair.
"Why do they call you the Butterfly Knight anyway?"
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Newbie
gender: Female
status: offline
Alias: The Butterfly Knight
Race: Human
Gender: Androgynous
Age: mid-late 20's
Clan/Family: Morgenstern
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Post by Ehren Grace Morgenstern on Jul 2, 2017 20:51:14 GMT -8
Ehren couldn't really blame Zephyr for wringing his shirt out. Had he been alone, he would have done the same thing. The mask protected him- created the illusion of a male body, but Ehren was unfortunate to be born a female.
He was a little glad the boy chose to put his own shirt back on. Not that Ehren didn't see it before being surrounded by men. The women in the military were a little more modest. Sometimes he wondered if he could ever take his mask off, but there was an identity and reputation to protect.
The General... Ehren remembered a childhood similar to Zephyr. It caused him to shiver, feeling horrible at the very thought of his past. This small shed wasn't helping either. He tried to push through it by focusing on the question.
"It's partly because of this," he gestured to the mask. "It's been part of my family for as long as I can remember. I have fae ancestry, although it goes back so far I no longer have a lick of magic. Still... The old stories claim that butterflies followed our people and when we staggered into a proper city, it became our house symbol." It was a nice enough story, really. Only half of it was a lie.
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gender: Male
status: offline
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Post by Zephyr Kaliba on Jul 8, 2017 11:40:50 GMT -8
"So that's why you wear the mask? A tribute to your family?" He could understand and respect such a thing. Family stories were important. Something he was pointedly aware of, considering how few he actually had from his father's side of the family.
Then he scoffed. "It doesn't matter what people think about your House symbol or what people call you when they think you can't hear." He was familiar with that as well. Vargo. Zephyr was tainted. "You show them where it counts in a fight." He offered with a faint smile.
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Newbie
gender: Female
status: offline
Alias: The Butterfly Knight
Race: Human
Gender: Androgynous
Age: mid-late 20's
Clan/Family: Morgenstern
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Post by Ehren Grace Morgenstern on Jul 19, 2017 17:40:22 GMT -8
"I suppose," he said with a hint of a smile. The lie had been spoken so many times, Ehren was certain they started to believe it. Family was something Ehren hated- it was why he didn't want one of his own. Well... One really couldn't when SHE was pretending to be a HE. He recalled a few awkward moments with female soldiers...
"If only that was how the whole world worked." His tone was dry, but as he realised he must be totally bumming the poor kid out, Ehren cleared his throat.
"Do you enjoy being here? Being trained in the ranks?" Ehren heard the rumours of Zephyr, but he never really took a liking to people talking about others.
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Apprentice
gender: Male
status: offline
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Post by Zephyr Kaliba on Jul 29, 2017 19:16:17 GMT -8
Zephyr grimaced at the question. "Well...I'm not really sure. I'm training, yes. But I haven't joined the army. I don't think that's something I can commit to yet. I want to go travelling, learn about the world, meet people."
He frowned, leaning his head back against the door behind him. "I like training. I can't say I really enjoy living here though. If I had the choice, I'd probably stay in New Arisalon most of the time. Not that I don't want to live with my mother." The young man hastily clarified. He didn't need it being passed around that he and the General didn't get along. They got along well, actually. It was military life he didn't particularly enjoy.
"I'm just...looking forward to going out and doing my own thing." He fell into an awkward silence for a moment. It was weird having to strike up a conversation with someone you didn't know. "So uh...what made you join the army?"
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