[There a thousand other things Baroona wishes he could be doing than standing on the ramparts, his own cape slapping him in the face. A uniform once established by the previous Temple founders and reclaimed by Ares because it "looked cool" had quite simply become the bane of his existence. The ramparts too. By far the windiest part of the fortress and he had to be on it when the guests arrived.
"You have to greet Ariadne for me!" As if that was the reason he was waiting. Pleasant as she was, Ariadne wasn't worth standing on the windy ramparts for. Not when Ares usually fulfilled that duty. Unfortunately, Ares was away and Baroona was instructed to take his place. Ordered, really.]
Neil! Give me a light.
[Neil, a B rank, complies. Baroona catches the lighter with a nod and eases a flame out of it, watching the crowd disembark from the carts below. Neil watches him, with both awe and hesitance before casting an excited look down.
"My girlfriend's down there. And your little lady, too, sir."
Baroona glances at him with the faintest touch of annoyance.]
Don't call her that.
[It's mumbled but it shuts the B rank up quick. Baroona tosses back his lighter. He fumbles when he catches it, looking down shamefully.
"Sorry, sir. Wh-what I meant was the princess. It looks like she's here." Baroona smirks to himself, taking a long drag. The nickname hadn't been implemented by him but by Douglas; he hadn't protested. Another abuse of power–not that any of the troops complained. Clara was the most beloved visitor the Temple mercenaries had.
"... Sir, it looks like she brought someone with her." The statement catches him off guard and he follows Neil's finger downward, watching Clara help and escort a bob of brown hair that had been burned into his brain years ago. Disbelief seizes him and catches hold-he has to wait for a sign, some significant confirmation that it was her. A moment or two later and he has it, a small spark of electricity sparking past her head, faint but definite from his height. His grip on the battlements tightens. A grin forms around his cigarette.
"... Sir?" Neil's voice again, questioning and apprehensive. Baroona glances up, the grin gone.]
Send an order to the guys below. Tell them to send the girl Clara's escorting out back to the testing grounds. Have them tell her the Sub-Commander wants to see her.
[He's already jogging towards the stairs as he gives the orders, shooting back one last bit before descending:] Treat her nice! Don't let her get cross!
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"You have to greet Ariadne for me!" As if that was the reason he was waiting. Pleasant as she was, Ariadne wasn't worth standing on the windy ramparts for. Not when Ares usually fulfilled that duty. Unfortunately, Ares was away and Baroona was instructed to take his place. Ordered, really.]
Neil! Give me a light.
[Neil, a B rank, complies. Baroona catches the lighter with a nod and eases a flame out of it, watching the crowd disembark from the carts below. Neil watches him, with both awe and hesitance before casting an excited look down.
"My girlfriend's down there. And your little lady, too, sir."
Baroona glances at him with the faintest touch of annoyance.]
Don't call her that.
[It's mumbled but it shuts the B rank up quick. Baroona tosses back his lighter. He fumbles when he catches it, looking down shamefully.
"Sorry, sir. Wh-what I meant was the princess. It looks like she's here." Baroona smirks to himself, taking a long drag. The nickname hadn't been implemented by him but by Douglas; he hadn't protested. Another abuse of power–not that any of the troops complained. Clara was the most beloved visitor the Temple mercenaries had.
"... Sir, it looks like she brought someone with her." The statement catches him off guard and he follows Neil's finger downward, watching Clara help and escort a bob of brown hair that had been burned into his brain years ago. Disbelief seizes him and catches hold-he has to wait for a sign, some significant confirmation that it was her. A moment or two later and he has it, a small spark of electricity sparking past her head, faint but definite from his height. His grip on the battlements tightens. A grin forms around his cigarette.
"... Sir?" Neil's voice again, questioning and apprehensive. Baroona glances up, the grin gone.]
Send an order to the guys below. Tell them to send the girl Clara's escorting out back to the testing grounds. Have them tell her the Sub-Commander wants to see her.
[He's already jogging towards the stairs as he gives the orders, shooting back one last bit before descending:] Treat her nice! Don't let her get cross!