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Who: Reinhardt Wilhelm (

panzersoldat) & YOU
What: the start of the Baraquors, working out, mini-quests and much much more
When: all through May
Where: Olympia and Wyver both
Warning(s): None right now. Will warn if needed

1. Seeking a few good people
It's a familiar face by now. There's a very very large older man. He wonders down the street with the slightest bounce in his step. Under his arms there's a small handful of fliers. The request is simple.

Seeking: Strong men and willing to do something slightly foolish for a very good cause.
Please Contact: Reinhardt Wilhelm for more details

He carefully places a flier where it can be viewed before moving on down the street. He has quite a few to still put up here. Then he has to get into his mobile home and make his way to Olympia to do it all over again.

2. Training
After the kidnapping, after his revival and his still slow recovery, Reinhardt has taken to working even harder on himself. He never wants to be in that spot again, never wants to be stuck, unable to help. He never wants to feel that weak again. And that means doing even more training.

He doesn't have the sort of weights he would have up on the station, so when he's down planet side, Reinhardt makes due with what he has. It means a lot of lifting and pulling. At the moment, he's got a tree truck half his size. He's walking his way from the Fields of the Exalted to the other side of the city of Wyver and back. The truck rests on his shoulders and he does squats with every other step.

Reinhardt sort of wishes there was an easier, less obvious way of doing this, but for now, this is what he has. But at least it's really early in the morning, before the heat gets too terrible. Really early. He's pretty surprised when he notices that he's not alone anymore.

3. Hunting and gathering - mini-quest
In the jungles, Reinhardt is pushing though the undergrowth. His clothing is stained with dirt, especially the knees. The reason for this is pretty obvious pretty quickly. His face grows into a large smile. He drops down on all fours and pushes a bush aside to get at some small berries. Wyver calls them "scalebarries". And while there are gardens of them, Reinhardt is now living a mobile life. He can't have a garden. Besides, the wild ones are better.

There's just the one problem. Instead of putting them in the basket like he's supposed to, he's popping them into his mouth. He can't help it. They really are good. At this rate, he's never going to be able to have enough to bring to Olympia for that request.

4. Moving on - The guard at the gates
[ Just outside the Southern Outpost sits a strange mobile home. The banners are brilliant, the golden griffon on a green backdrop. Beside the strange camper that looks like an actual house stands a huge white stallion. The horse grazes on fresh spring grass. Setting in front of the camper, Reinhardt has his full armor out. His armor. His horse's armor. He has a few scant tools.

He's not as good as Brigitte is. As Torbjorn is. But he's been maintaining his gear for years. It looks like he's going to be settling down right here. This is neutral territory and as a so called "Knight of the People", Reinhardt has decided to guard it for now.

He will smile if anyone approaches and wave them over.] My friend! Did you come to help with making this place more livable as well?

5. Beaches are for still not swimming
Guess who still can't swim? This guy!

The old man sits at the shore, the surf licking at his feet. His tee-shirt is off, letting his
broad scarred back to get sun. He seems a bit sad as he watches the ocean. "You know, I miss it. The sun in Gibraltar. I had the best tan. But I can't tan like that here. Too many people." Because of course back then, Reinhardt had been very very serious about having zero tan lines.

6 - Wildcard
Anything you want. Anything.

Threaded | Flat

[ He can't see a flier like that and not be curious. 'Foolish' can mean many things, after all - a genuinely idiotic task, or something reckless. It's probable that it's the latter. Either way, when Rohan's curiosity takes over he can't quite stop it, feeling compelled to sate it at any cost. ]

Oi, oi, hold it right there. It's not the first of those fliers I've seen. You must be -- [ Upon closer look, this man is far older than him, and though Rohan is rude and catty (and what some may call a 'huge bitch') on most days, he does actually believe that elders should be shown respect. He changes his tone, sounding a little more polite. ]

You must be Mr. Reinhardt, from the flier. You can't put up something like this without making people curious. What are you planning?

[ He might not be the target audience though, being a scrawny, willowy guy who doesn't look all that strong. ]

It isn't that she's up early, more that she's still up from the night before. The past day or two as a matter of fact, generally running on pewter and stubbornness. Still, she's going to have to sleep soon enough... maybe today she'll do that. Let the remnants of her pewter burn off and crawl into bed for a few hours.

A jump brings her down to a tree branch where she retrieves a bag that she packs her mistcloak away into and hops down to the ground, distracted by thoughts of sleep and the weight of fatigue beginning to push past her Allomancy and just generally not expecting much activity at an hour this early. And right into the path of the actual largest man she's ever seen, carrying a tree on his back.

She hops back in surprise, blinking at the sight of it. After all, Reinhardt here actually has more than two feet of height over her.

"Um... excuse me."

The image before Venom has to be one of the cutest he's ever seen. A large man like Reinhardt munching on berries in the forest. He almost doesn't want to interrupt him because he looks like he's enjoying the light-colored berries. His own basket is about half full of samples plus larger amounts of desired items. He hoped to get a few berries during his rare Wyver visit, but first, he has to break up the cute moment.

"If you keep eating them, there won't be enough for the Sanctuary." Venom says it calmly but with a touch of humor.

[Reinhardt is in the middle of hanging up another batch of flyers when Cam comes across him. Quietly curious (and with almost no memory of the giant man carrying him to safety in the midst of his drunken stupor) Cam sidles up behind him, peering around his shoulder the best he can to read what's on the paper. "Strong men willing to do something foolish for a good cause"? You could have just written 'Seeking Cam Buckland'.

Cam claps the man on his... shoulder? Wherever he can reach.]

Seek no further! Camulus Buckland, at your service.

[He not-so-subtly flashes the golden badge of honor he received from the rescue of the hostages, which is pinned to the front of his leather vest. He's all about the good deeds, you see.]

What's this good cause?

Miles was on route to visit a few good friends who resided in Wyver, not that travel between the countries was easier and had arrived far earlier than initially expected. The sight of Reinhardt, physically moving the trunk like that makes him stop in his tracks.

That was absolutely impressive, The man was built like a superhero, so it wasn't too surprising that he had such impressive strength. He waited for him to rest before speaking up in German.

"Reinhardt! I see that you're hard at work this early in the morning."

Not quite, Mountain Man.

[ Truthfully, Tony is still in the information gathering phase of his coming to terms with this place and its people, which includes the occasional travel. He remembers the Outpost from the evening he arrived, but hadn't paid it much thought since. With it being declared neutral ground, though, interest in it is renewed.

He really doesn't expect to find much of anything there, let alone Reinhardt camping out with a pile of armor around him. The glint of keen interest in his eye as he approaches is unmistakable. ]

You're your own mechanic, huh?

76's sleep patterns have remained erratic during his time here, so it's not that uncommon for him to be out and about in the early morning. Now that it's heating up, it also makes sense, since he usually doesn't want to be out in direct sunlight during the middle of the day. In the morning there's still dew in the air, and the humidity hasn't set in.

Going for a run is always a good way to clear the mind, and so that's what he's doing, darting through the trees to make things a little more interesting. He also isn't expecting anyone to be out at this time, so when he races around a large tree and ends up face to face with Reinhardt, he has to dig his boots into the dirt to skid to a stop.

Jack breathes hard, dragging a hand down his unmasked face as he shakes off the shock. Seeing Reinhardt carrying a tree trunk reminds him of when he found him in the simulation and they'd delivered some wood to that snowy village. It feels so long ago now.

"Already back to it, huh?"

Even death won't keep Reinhardt down for long.

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3 - I lied

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2- Training

4, of course

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