Post by Rosen Stele on Aug 13, 2015 15:41:37 GMT -7
The Gates of the inner city swung open and out paraded the Lord himself, Blue Rosette and other guards in accompaniment. He took a moment at the top of the large steps to oversee the crowd that had gathered, as he did so, he spotted some familiar faces among the crowd, as well as some unfamiliar ones. He narrowed his eyes as his gaze crossed a dark skinned man with a tall build and powerful looking expression. There was something about the man that prickled Salvare's nerves, but he let it die there. This was a joyous occasion. "Look, My Love, the united will of our people." He turned to his wife, Amula and smiled that ambitious smile.
"My dear friends!" He announced to the crowd. His booming voice carried well considering the size of the congregation. "You have gathered here today to reclaim what was once lost. The pride and prestige of our people. Honor and blood lay on the line before us, but we will not falter. Each of you, whether you belong to my regiment or another, I now consider countrymen!" He took a breath, and waved a signal to one of the guards standing with him. A line of guards formed, holding a selection of blue bandannas bearing the crest of Arigel. They were meant to inspire camaraderie among these strangers, but in truth they were also to prevent attacks on allies. "For each of you a token of our Lands, The colors that unite us." He explained. "Gird yourselves, friends, for after a short period of Organization, we will depart for our destination." As his speech drew to a close, the Blue Rosette's members dispersed throughout the crowd, set to the task of assigning regiments and leadership for the trying battles ahead.
As he strode down the walk, he leaned toward his wife. "As we had spoke before, I would like you to take a scouting party ahead of us, while we sort out these multitudes. It will be good to know the lay of the land before our force reaches the front lines. Take Isis with you, she needs field training, and I feel her particular grace may be of use to you. In addition, The Silver Flame Kasna, and the boy claymore Rosenstele I have sent for to join you. They have already served our house before, and quite well." He paused to wave at a passing armor-clad veteran. "Go with my love and fair well. Remember that this is reconnaissance. Try not to engage the enemy unless you have to." He planted a kiss on his wife's brow, unashamed. "Fair well, My Lady." He finished with a soft grin.
Jace, having heard the Lord's speech, marveled at the power of the man's voice. It was strange the way he had to inspire people, even though he hadn't really said all that much. Jace folded his arms as he looked around the crowd. Familiar faces, eh? That was when he spied Kasna's brunette hair and sour expression. He laughed out loud. So she was here too? Bugbears were hardly a match for an Adhara. And it seemed like there were others of her order here as well. No matter, He thought as he strode up, He had dealt with their kind before.
Approaching her, the Claymore gave a slight mock bow. When their gaze met, he gave her a grin he knew she'd hate. "We meet again, Kasna of the Silver Flame." He greeted easily. "It seems once again we find ourselves on the same side of a conflict." He chided, doing his best to attempt her overly formal way of speech. Probably overdoing it, he thought. But there was something very rewarding about causing her irritation. He thought that sour face was kind of cute. Though he would never tell her that to her face.
Amula wasn't dressed in her usually formal dresses this time she was dressed in armor and ready for combat. She smiled at her husband and nodded her head at him."Yes my dear they call came together for a noble cause"She said as she turned to stand beside him as he addressed the large crowd of people and after he finished he addressed her about the things they already talked about. She nodded her head to him and said."I will my love it will do her some good....I have a feeling she will make this house very proud for our cause"She said haveing taking a liking to the young knight since she showed so much passion for this job and kind of work and protecting people. "I will my love and don't worry I never strike first and ask questions later"She said with a daring smirk as he had planted a kiss on her brow and smirked as well. "Fair well my love....be safe..."She said as she had took his hand in hers and kissed it softly before letting herself part from him to go gather her group for this mission.
Isis had finally arrived slightly a minute or two later since it had took her more then expected to pack up her horse for the food and supplies she might need for this trip as well as weapons .She wore her armor already though wanting to be prepared for anything that might happen. Her helmet she held under her arm as she had rode in on her horse. Her red hair bouncing and waving behind her as she did.
The lordly reveal passed the gates drew Faas' attention away from the oddities of the crowd, finding herself tingle with a welcoming shiver at the strength of Salvare's voice. She balled her hands into fists as she listened. An eager restlessness welled in her limbs by the time he was finished. Despite her attempts to remain stoic a slight bounciness came about her while she watched the knights passing out the blue cloth. Clobjaw couldn't help but comment, which immediately resulted in the woman bringing an elbow into his stomach; playfully of course. The others snickered harder.
Faas crossed her arms afterward and resumed observing the finished size of the gathering. It was hard to miss the mass of knights that had strode up on horseback behind. There were quite a few templar, and more armored knights but they were flying a different banner. It was curious and something she was unfamiliar with. Wasn't even a house she recognized. It seemed all sorts of people were coming out of the woodwork.
As she thought this her attention momentarily fell onto the dark skinned one, eyes narrowing and face scrunching into a suspicious stare. The mercenary didn't linger long though, turning back to the nearing handout of bandanas.
Kasna had to hand it to the Lord of Arigel: the man knew how to rally people. Even though he said fairly little the assembled forces were cheering and jubilant as though he'd spoken a thousand words in their praise. The crowd's mentality was infectious and that word, Glory, swelled in her mind again as the sight and sound of it all washed over her. Vernesa and Joline seemed swept up as well, and unlike Kasna they lacked -- or, in Vernesa's case, abandoned -- the stalwart repose to seem unimpressed. The novice knight was trying to suppress a giddy, nervous schoolgirl grin that was better suited for a lovestruck farmhand than a warrior, and Vernesa openly cheered on the whole scene, hands flung high in sheer enthusiasm as she reveled in the human energy of the event. Of the Azure Thorn's companions only Neres, most senior among them, seemed unmoved, watching the crowd with a strangely distant, almost sad look in her eyes.
The knightly women had tied their horses at a distance from the assembly and entered the crowd on foot, where those gathered mostly offered them a wide berth and free reign to move. There were many impressive warriors here, to be sure, but there was no mistaking the Order of the Silver Flame -- certainly not while their banner fluttered in the breeze above their heads. Even those who had not heard of them seemed impressed enough to step back respectfully.
The steely-eyed Adhara's ears pricked up as a vaguely familiar tone of laughter carried over the crowd from somewhere nearby. Her eyes found Jace, last of the Claymores, just before he got close enough to speak. His amused, almost irreverent manner irked her, but Kasna kept quiet even for a long few moments after Jace had finished speaking. It was only Neres coming around to her left that kept the situation from becoming truly awkward.
"This is the young man, then? The one from your report on the tower?"
With a sigh, Kasna pointed introductorily at Jace with an open hand. "Sisters, this is Jason Rosenstele, last of the Claymore order of monster hunters. These are my knight-sisters, Neres, Joline, and Vernesa." Kasna gestured the same way to each Adhara in turn. Neres nodded and gave a faint smile, Joline hesitated a moment before awkwardly bowing slightly at the waist, and Vernesa appraised Jace with a searching gaze and mischievous grin.
"As I understand it," Neres stepped forward, offering Jace her hand. "You performed valiantly and acquitted yourself with cunning and resolve. Not many could have done so." She gave Kasna a look that had a hint of a prompting to it.
"... The Order of the Silver Flame does not forget those who fight alongside us." Kasna's voice harbored a tinge of annoyance, as though she were being prodded into doing something she wasn't keen on. She turned to Joline and Vernesa. "Collect one of the Lord's pendants for me, sisters -- and let his honor guard know that we come bearing a gift for His Excellency as well. I shall not be gone long." Turning once more to Jace, she gestured for him to follow her over to where their horses were tied up at the edge of the crowd.
"The highest virtues of the Order," She took a lecturing tone with Jace as they walked. "Are Temperance, Fervor, and Fidelity. And Fidelity commands that I honor your... contribution... to the mission at the tower." Reaching the horses, Kasna approached hers and dug around in the saddle bag briefly before drawing out a small object wrapped in forest-green cloth. This she handed over to the Claymore with a carefully neutral expression. Contained within was a dagger of simple but elegant make, its design of the kind one might find in the house of a nobleman or a wealthy merchant. "Forged in the fires of the Silver Flame, a blade of silver-steel alloy. Yours now." She didn't want to admit that she had forged the dagger herself -- there was no point in giving him strange ideas, after all.
There was a similarly-bundled parcel strapped to the side of her horse, likely a full-length sword by the size and dimensions; Kasna pulled free the straps but kept the item bound, slinging it over her shoulder. "... Just do me a favor and don't try any of that rescuing business this time around. I don't much fancy dangling by a rope again any time soon, steel strands or no. On that note," Reaching again into the bag once more, the Adhara knight pulled out a coiled length of what looked like rope made entirely out of steel strands. After their expedition to the tower she had spent some time experimenting with the usefulness of metal wire -- another thing she had no intention of revealing to the Claymore -- and had produced, among other things, some fairly good quality braided steel cabling. "Field test this for me sometime. If you don't die I'll know it was a success."
"Thank you, sir." Joline graciously accepted the blue bandana offered to her, then pointed in the direction Kasna had gone. "My knight-sister, er... well, we have a gift we'd like to offer. To Lord Salvare. If that's okay?"
Sir Evan's ears perked up; he'd been keeping tabs on the Silver Flame knights since the awkward ride in behind them, and felt further awkwardness to come. They had brought a gift? That... made things tricky, as the Templars also had an offering to present to the Lord. Already an unintended sense of competition was brewing and he didn't much like it. Something told him this would not end well.
As a Blue Rosette guard approached him, he was compelled to speak. Taking the bandana in hand, he gave a nod of thanks. "I am Sir Evan of the Templars. If your Lord permits, we have a token to present to him, something he may find auspicious for the battlefield ahead."
Out of the corner of his eye he saw the green-and-gray cloaked Adhara level an impish glare at him; though he tried not to look, he could've sworn she stuck out her tongue and made an uncouth gesture as well. Keeping a careful poker face, Evan sighed internally -- today was not a good day for diplomacy, it seemed.
Post by Rosen Stele on Aug 19, 2015 13:04:35 GMT -7
The Lord oversaw the teaming masses with a judicious eye. What a glorious day. The faint clouds that drifted by overhead seemed to edge them onward. Yet, it was still before them to organize and mobilize this would-be warriors. He clasped a hand on an older gentleman's shoulder, bidding him thanks for his service, as he made his way through the crowd, his mere presence bolstering them for conflict. It was then that one of his generals approached, and whispered in his ear. Salvare looked out, seeing the banners of both the silver flame and the Templar. How auspicious. He smiled at the general, whose name was Orrick. "I will meet them myself, but thank you for your offer, Orrick. Will you take charge of organizing the Militiamen? Make sure that supplies and arms are dolled out according to skill and age. Thankyou, Officer."
Orrick bowed graciously "M'Lord."
The Lord strode toward the place where the Templar and Silver flame were stationed. From where he had been, his path would take him by the Templars first, and he decided not to change course, though he was eager to snag Kasna before his messengers had found her. He shook hands and shared inspiring word whenever he was stopped by a soldier or militiaman, before too long reaching his destination. "Hail, Sir Evan, Knight of the Templar." He said by way of greeting. "Long has it been since members of your Knighthood have graced my wild nation." He extended a hand for the Templar. "I wanted to personally greet you and thank you for your presence here."
Jace looked over at the other girls as he was greeted. The irritated look on Kasna's face was more than worth it. He was not, however, expecting Accolades from the other members. He took the hand that was offered him strongly. "Kasna apparently speaks to highly of me. It was her flame that won the day, no blade of mine." He smiled appreciatively. "Which, incidentally, made up for us releasing the creature in the first place." He laughed, as though it were the simplest thing in the world.
Wait. They were gonna reward Him? It was true that he hadn't gotten paid for that job, but he wasn't about to tell anybody here that. Not right now, anyway.
Jace followed after her, and once they were well out of ear-shot of the group he spoke up. "You know you don't have to give me anything just because your order wants you to..." he broke off as she brought out the blade. It was a beautiful blade. He sighed and accepted the small blade, just the right size for him. specially crafted. "...You know it's almost like it was made for me." He remarked. "I guess I'll take it." He holstered the blade on his belt at the small of his back.
Jace's eyes lit up as she withdrew the coiled metal cabling. "Oh, you're too good to me." He smiled broadly, accepting the rope and throwing it over one shoulder. "I make no promises. Unlike you, I don't follow orders. especially not yours Kasna." He regarded her ruefully. "All formalities aside, how have you been? Anything exciting happen to you lately?" He was eager for normal conversation, all the war-maiden flim flammery had him tongue tied.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw the Lord approaching, saw him speaking with the Templar about something. What could he have to do over here? Didn't he have an Army to lead or some such?
(OOC: Apologies Nori -- only realized after I posted this that I'd skipped over you. My bad there. >_< )
The Adhara knight scoffed aloud, a scowl having twitched onto her face at his jab of 'not taking orders'. "You seem to have me confused with someone else. I'm not exactly the fraternizing type." His overly-familiar words of praise were irksome; yes, they had been comrades in arms against the Eidolon, and perhaps his deeds had earned merit in the Order's eyes. But not only did the Order discourage anything more than loose associations with males, Kasna herself had no intentions of forging such relations. She had a general distaste for men, truth be told -- they thought too much of themselves altogether and took liberties and privileges they had no right to. Plus, Jace's playful manner of poking and prodding at her hadn't gone unnoticed; he was better company than most mercenaries, sure enough, but only marginally in Kasna's estimation.
"I have been fine, if you must know." She set her shoulders back and glared at him coldly. "And my dealings are not for discussion with outsiders." She stepped past him, then looked over her shoulder. "And you may want to acclimate yourself to taking orders -- you are joining an army here, or were you confused on that detail?" Her attentions were now set on the Lord of Arigel's approach, but she couldn't resist tossing off a few cold barbs. "You may even have to follow mine, eventually." And with that she stepped back towards the crowd to rejoin her sisters.
"That was unnecessarily harsh."
Neres had evidently moved to the edge of the crowd when Kasna wasn't looking, because the veteran knight's voice caught her almost completely by surprise. The halberd-bearer fell into step behind the Azure Thorn, her face a mask of neutrality. Kasna scowled.
"Relations with men are forbidden to us. I don't want him getting the wrong idea."
"Oh, unless he's a masochist I don't think there's any danger of that." Neres retorted without venom. "We are to maintain our chastity, true, but that isn't the same thing as shunning men."
"They think we are inferior to them, that they can work their wiles and have their way. I won't abide even a whisper of it."
"To hear you talk we might as well just castrate them on sight."
"Lord Salvare," Sir Evan placed his arm across his chest and bowed respectfully before taking the ruler's hand and shaking it. "Long indeed -- a mistake we aim to rectify going forward. The Citadel has sent me and these others to aid you, as well as to hopefully establish closer ties between Arigel and and the Templar Order. You may consider us at your command for the duration of this campaign."
Evan nodded to a Templar on his right who carried a long flat wooden box. "Our forges have also produced a gift for you, something we hope you will find useful in the defense of your people and the furtherance of human progress." The box was gently placed on the ground and the two nearest Templars pried the lid off, revealing a flat object folded in layers of white canvas. These were lifted away and an ornate shield was revealed, then lifted up for the Lord to take.
"Set with sixteen pure gem-cut Quints of Light and blessed by priests of the Trinity," Sir Evan explained. "This masterwork steel shield can blind any foe unlucky enough to look its way and bring certain doom to those creatures who loathe the light of day. You'll not find a more stalwart defense against the enemies of humanity besides the personal arms of the Templar high counsel, Lord Salvare. Please accept this, and our service to your cause, as signs of the Templars' commitment."
"Nice to see you finally made it Isis"Said Lady Amula as she smiled at her as the girl was now tying up her horse to go meet with the others who had gathered. She had to admit she had been cause off guard by the lady as she had respectful saluted to her.
"Sorry M'lady....wont happen again"She said as she bowed her head in respect.
Amula smiled at her and waved her hand"It is ok....so your ready for this?"She asked her with a soft smile.
Isis nodded."Yes M'lady...I been looking forward to help the cause since I was a young child....this is a dream come true to serve under such a noble house"She said as she glanced around."Who else is going to accompany us?"She asked her softly.
"A few.....walking around now to gather them up...we are the first group to head out...."Amula added."So...don't fray too far...I want to leave as soon as I finish talking to them all."She said.
"Yes M'lady"Isis said as she bowed her head again and watched as the lady moved through the crowd holding herself up with such pride. It must be hard being a woman of the lord she thought.
As the folded blue cloth made it's way closer and closer to Faas she couldn't help but get a little more antsy. She stopped fidgeting and craning her neck around to see how close the knights had gotten, though that was partially because it wasn't necessary any more; the man was right there. Just a couple more people. There was a commitment to accepting this thing, she knew. And it may mean she would have to put her own endeavor on hold. But, it may also be the best experience she could manage in working toward said goal. The woman sighed deeply as the men behind her chuckled at last nights festivities and reveled in the thoughts of the fight to come: or simply the money and claim to fame.
Everyone figured Blackjack to come out on top, as he always did. Faas gave a laugh and was about to call over her shoulder but she then caught the eye of the approaching knight, allowing Clobjaw to snicker her thoughts instead. The red head grinned as the knight offered the square of fabric then reached out and snatched it up, stepping aside so her acquaintances could more easily get theirs. It wasn't anything too special mind you but it was a mark she didn't mind on her body.
The woman folded the bandanna up then tied it around her upper arm, all the while continuing her scans of the crowd. This was a lot more standing around then she was expecting and it soon became a little obvious why. The templars were taking up the Lord's attention. And with a shiny new gift it seemed. Faas glimpsed the presentation of... something... large. Whatever it was must have been impressive as it drew the attention of others that were nearer. The mercenary frowned mildly and finished attending to her blue flag. With a brief return glance she noted the lordly lady was making her way over to the other group of knightly figures.
With another sigh Faas switched to stretching her arms above her head for a second, then brought them down to a crossed position. There was but a quick word with the other two before Faas separated to get a better look at the rabble she'd thrown in with. And, perhaps, to sneak a better peak at the gifts being thrown around too.
Post by Rosen Stele on Sept 8, 2015 15:14:27 GMT -7
The Lord of Arigel grasped the Templar's hand firmly, giving a strong shake. He liked this man's demeanor, as well as his poise. This Evan was accustomed to courtly dealings as well as waging war, it seemed. The gift, as it was presented, brought a brilliant, but modest, smile to the lord's face. Betraying his even tone to his true appreciation. "What a magnificent gift, one I am quite sure I am not worthy of. I will accept this token, and make certain of it's use, so that our enemies will know the fearsome union that we will make." He took the shield with two hands, and strapped it over his shoulder. He normally did not fight with a shield, but this precious of an item could not sit in a Lord's treasury. It must see battle alongside it's fellows.
He grasped hands with the Templar again, in thanks. "I greatly appreciate all your patronage to my cause --nay, to the cause of my countrymen." He addressed the entirety of the Templar multitude. "today, we are equals in valor and glory."
After a few more curt words of thanks and blessing, the Lord dismissed himself from the company of Templars, moving on to the Silver Flame Knights who were no doubt in a huff about being seen second. But who could tell? their demeanor was always so Stoic. "My dear, beautiful and fearsome warriors of the Sacred Flame!" He began with all the respect he could muster... "And one extra?" He eyed Jason quizically as he walked up behind the warrior women, looking somehow disappointing. The poor lad.
Jason made a slightly pouting face as Kasna walked away from him, having not said a word while she spoke. His normal, disinterested face returned to him, as he paced out a dozen steps behind her. "Figures. Finally try to befriend someone and I pick the ice queen." He muttered under his breath, not really caring if any of the women heard him. "Just my luck." Hands in his pockets, the young man fell into step behind the two as they approached the Lord of Arigel.
Jason pulled a face as the Lord looked at him with...what was that pity? He hadn't noticed he had appeared, quite unintentionally, as though he were squire or companion to these female knights. Never one for ceremony, Jason shrugged and took a few steps to the side, attempting to look less attached to these Amazons. He was now positioned closer to the crowd that had gathered around, and he caught the gaze of that red-headed warrior he'd seen earlier. He held her gaze for a moment, before returning to the courtly matter at hand.
As Amula strode off into the group she was taking note of all the different groups around who had gathered as well as some sketchy figures and the like./ She took notice of the flags and banners each group possessed and went towards the group she knew she would find one of the members that was supposed to accompany her.Her first stop was The Silver Flame to find Kasna.
As Isis was getting her stuff together and more or less staying put so it would be easy for the lady to find her. She had noticed Jason had locked gaze with her for a moment before he had turned to return to the matter at hand. She sighed slightly as she felt a bit out of place here. She still wasn't used to all this and she had to admit being around so many templar and people for the course she had to admit she was a bit nervous,but she shook her head from it and tried to remember what her friend had said to her on there journey together. "Well here goes nothing"She told herself it was now or never and she was glad to be accepted as a knight for this noble house to ride the land of evil monsters and that was just what she was going to do. Though she hoped it didn't come to destroying all non human creatures because she wasn't about to kill innocent ones like her. Then again she wasn't so sure that others knew what she was. She had a filling the lord new and said nothing about it. It was probably why he sent her to do what seemed to be impossible missions. She smirked at the thought. Always paired up with the strongest of the bunch to on those missions. Was he not sure himself if she could be trusted till now. She had an idea that she proved she wasn't going nowhere and that she proved she wasn't going to hurt anyone without a reason. She wasn't about to lose it all when she came this far."Well I think I should join her.....might as well since I will be with them on the field."She said to herself as she left her horse and headed over to where the lady had went with a serious look on her face. Pushing aside her thoughts to great the members of the silver flame.
Kasna was about to speak up regarding their 'one extra', however Neres found her voice first. "Lord Salvare," She bowed respectfully at the waist, then gestured towards Jace. "Allow me to introduce Jason Rosenstele -- a young man of noteworthy talent and bravery who had assisted us previously in combating a serious threat, not far in fact from where my lord's forces are headed." Her tone was kind and extolling, clearly trying to give Jace the credit she felt he was due -- doubly so after his tongue-lashing by Kasna just a minute earlier. "I believe he can be of great aid to this endeavor, if it so pleases you, my lord."
"I am Neres Al Telbane, your lordship; with me are knights Vernesa Lej Sharven, Joline Ves Gilvren, and Kasna Vel Telshear. It is the desire of our Order that we assist you and your forces in this undertaking, if you will have us." The veteran knight gestured Kasna forward. "I think you will find that our offering, both of warriors and of a gift, will pair nicely with what the Templars have already offered. Kasna?"
The brown-haired knight stepped forward, unwrapping the bundle she carried to reveal a blade of regal make. The Azure Thorn respectfully dropped to one knee in front of the lord, offering up the weapon to him. "Seven-fold layers of silver-steel, Lord Salvare, crafted by the greatest knight-smiths of our Order and baptized in holy fire. May it serve you well, and may radiant Meluxent guide you to victory."
There was a boost of energy in the crowd as each person wrapped the bandanna around their form. The crowd's murmur had return and was growing into a haze of chatter while the Lord busied himself with greeting the two knightly groups that had come into his midst. As Faas weaved her way through she saw a glimpse of the shield that had caught a lot of attention from others standing nearby. A wash of quiet gasps whispered into the crowd while the red-headed mercenary stepped closer.
When Salvare parted with the templar and began making his way to the silver knights the mass of warriors parted for him, sending a wave of motion back at Faas hindering her tailing of the man. With a determined frown she switched a slightly more aggressive passage through the people. Finally she was standing in the outer rows with a view of these gifts, arriving upon the presentation of the sword. It was a fair bit of shine, but the shield decked with several quints of light caught her attention much more.
With a surprised mumbled curse her eyes found themselves lost in the faded blue stones littered across its surface. It would take quite the man to light them all up at once and no doubt would be a rather unpleasant experience to be on the other side of it. A snicker from beside snapped her out of her stare, returning her dropped jaw to a closed position. A light scowl set on her face as she crossed her arms and listened, noting the approach of the fair Lady and another red head. The man with white hair she'd spotted earlier was also hovering around.
Amula let off a small smile at Faas as she came closer with Isis coming up behind her taking in all the people around here once again. "Hello"Amula said softly."So your with the Silver Flame right?"She asked trying to make sure she showed herself properly. Her husband was always the one to really great people on this nature. She wasn't really used to it and she only knew banners and colors rather then names of who ran what,but she hoped to change all that. She glanced behind her at Isis as she motioned for her to come closer. "I take it your already know my name...,but not sure if you know hers. This is Isis."She said softly.
[[ OOC: ↑ See? Wearing the bandanna they gave him ]]
He had already been given the once-over by a few other people there. Fortunately, when the ones leading the crowd began speaking, the people eyeballing him turned their eyes elsewhere, leaving Maximillion to his thoughts, although he would still try and hear everything that was said. "Knowledge is Power" was a key phrase he was known for uttering, to the select few he talked to.
When bandannas were handed out, Maximillion made deliberate effort to keep his facial expression cool and smooth. Things like this made him feel more like property than part of some team or another. But, it may be what keeps me from getting killed by one of the people who're supposed to be here working with me, and vice versa.
This thought was repeated in his mind as he took the bandanna, flipped and folded it a few times, then put it around his forehead, then tying it in the back with a soft *snap* as he brought the cloth into a tight knot, before lowering his muscular brown arms.
He didn't know anyone here. He could see people talking to one another, presumably making plans, maybe doing introductions and the like, but that was the way of things, more times than not. Even though it was a closely-guarded secret, what he was, he still had a bad habit of keeping people at a distance.
Someday, he thought to himself, watching the people who seemed, by looks of their equipment, armor and demeanor, to be leading the procession.
Someday, I will actually walk up to someone, and give a 'how-do-you-do'. I won't feel nervous, tense, or uncomfortable doing it... I will just..do it.
(OOC: I was part of the initial thread, so even though I wasn't included in the posting order, I'm posting anyways :3)