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nysalogs2018-01-06 02:32 am
panzersoldat) wrote in nysalogs2018-01-06 02:32 am
Knights in shining karma tend your flame
Who: Reinhardt Wilhelm (panzersoldat) & YOU~!
What: Reinhardt's got 99 problems and his morals are 98 of them
When: though most of Janurary
Where: Wyver and the surrounding countryside
Warning(s): violence likely in sparring
1 - defending the weak
It's not right. It's just not right. Reinhardt can't stand to see this sort of injustice played out before his eyes. He can't stand there and say nothing. He can't turn a blind eye to what he sees and what he hears. It hurts his heart to see it when it happens and it makes him ill to think that so many are being treated so poorly.
It all comes to head with a young woman and her child. It's at a small fruit stand in the markets. The woman tries desperately to buy food only to be stiffly turned away. 'We don't sell to Olympian refuse. Go back where you came'. The child cries in hunger and Reinhardt's heart drops in his chest.
He has to do something. Someone...has to do something!! There is a focused look on his face and he turns to whoever is unlucky enough to be standing next to him. "You might want to act like you don't know me. This is about to get very loud and very ugly." Because this old knight is about to give that fruit seller a piece of his mind!
2 - helping the helpless
It's like clockwork. Early in the morning, a large man goes to the stables to saddle up an even larger horse. He is clad head to toe in a set of futuristic armor that has seen much much better days. The horse's armor is far newer and nicer. With him, he carries a massive hammer and a small pack. Food. Water. Medicine. Blankets. Clothing. Whatever he can put on the back of his horse. Sometimes a bedroll and a tarp for a tent as well as supplies for staring a fire in this freezing cold weather.
He doesn't know how long he'll be out. He never does. But he goes. He rides out of Wyver, searching for those who have decided to leave and go to places less war-hungry. He goes out into the wilderness to help never knowing if he'll actually make it back, certain that once he's led the latest group he found to neutral borders, he'll turn around and find an Olympian group to do the same with. No one left behind to suffer.
He pats Grani on the neck and sighs. The supplies are getting less and less easy to come by. "Pretty soon, it's just going to be me I can give them... Think it'll be enough?" He's talking to the horse because he's certain that others wouldn't be up this early. He's wrong.
3- fishing for the truth
[If there is one thing Reinhardt is good at, it's fishing. He doesn't count that one time with Fareeha. So he happily sits by one of the frozen over rivers. There is a hole in the ice where he's sawed his way through.
He sits on a stool that's barely anything at all. It puts his knees up where his chin is. In his hands is a pole. It might be normal sized for normal people. In Reinhardt's hands it looks like a toy. Still, this is the stillest and the quietest that Reinhardt has ever been.
He's so caught up in his catching dinner that he doesn't even notice anyone's approach. At least the ice is strong enough not to break at a very large, very heavy man jumping out of his skin!] AH! You scared me! You really shouldn't sneak up on a man like that!
4 - fighting for the right (tw: violence/sparring)
Between his do-gooding and his working, Reinhardt still dedicates time to physical training. Whether up on Thesa Station or down planet side, Reinhardt is no slouch. His workouts are more than just a little extreme, some might consider them actual torture with how hard they are and how much he pushes himself to accomplish feats that might even make a man half his age balk at.
At the moment, he's set up in the fighting arena well before hours. It's the best place to go when he just wants to let off some steam. His poor opponent today is a very large very heavy sand bag. A half an hour later and Reinhardt has his shirt off, sweat running down his body. There's blood dripping from raw knuckles and the bag is split and leaking sand.
Reinhardt curses, a sharp Germanic swear. The translator can't really catch it, but it gets the rest. "They need to make stronger bags for this."
5- the cost of morality (later in the month)
He's been too loud. Too obvious about where his loyalties lie. Reinhardt tells himself he doesn't care. He's doing what's right. But now, there is a price to pay. It started slowly. At first, some of the shops would jack their prices up for him. They seemed to know that those bandages and those dried foods weren't going to feed his huge self. It went downhill from there.
Places refused to serve him at all. He'd had doors slammed in his face. Chiding tones of "foolish old man" gave way to "Olympia sympathizer". He could endure that. Reinhardt could endure the derision. He could handle not being able to do jobs that weren't of the somewhat questionable mercenary type to earn what little silver he could. He can even handle days where the only thing he got to eat were those containers of food Ana had left him because so many taverns no longer welcomed him warmly.
What he can't handle is standing out in front of the Dragon's Nursery being denied entry. For the first time, Reinhardt feels a deep sorrow. There's a little baby dragon in there that he's become deeply attached to. Before all this, he would visit at least three times a week to help with that one (plus the others). And now, he stands at the gates and is told he is no longer welcome in such a hallowed place.
He bites down on his lower lip and tilts his body a little to catch a glimpse of the little silver he's grown to adore so much. "Are you sure? I promise I won't be long. I just wanted to tell her hello. Would it help if I had a friend vouch for me?" He casts around looking for the first person he sees. "You'll vouch for me, right? Tell them that I'm still a safe person to have around the babies?"
panzersoldat) & YOU~! What: Reinhardt's got 99 problems and his morals are 98 of them
When: though most of Janurary
Where: Wyver and the surrounding countryside
Warning(s): violence likely in sparring
1 - defending the weak
It's not right. It's just not right. Reinhardt can't stand to see this sort of injustice played out before his eyes. He can't stand there and say nothing. He can't turn a blind eye to what he sees and what he hears. It hurts his heart to see it when it happens and it makes him ill to think that so many are being treated so poorly.
It all comes to head with a young woman and her child. It's at a small fruit stand in the markets. The woman tries desperately to buy food only to be stiffly turned away. 'We don't sell to Olympian refuse. Go back where you came'. The child cries in hunger and Reinhardt's heart drops in his chest.
He has to do something. Someone...has to do something!! There is a focused look on his face and he turns to whoever is unlucky enough to be standing next to him. "You might want to act like you don't know me. This is about to get very loud and very ugly." Because this old knight is about to give that fruit seller a piece of his mind!
2 - helping the helpless
It's like clockwork. Early in the morning, a large man goes to the stables to saddle up an even larger horse. He is clad head to toe in a set of futuristic armor that has seen much much better days. The horse's armor is far newer and nicer. With him, he carries a massive hammer and a small pack. Food. Water. Medicine. Blankets. Clothing. Whatever he can put on the back of his horse. Sometimes a bedroll and a tarp for a tent as well as supplies for staring a fire in this freezing cold weather.
He doesn't know how long he'll be out. He never does. But he goes. He rides out of Wyver, searching for those who have decided to leave and go to places less war-hungry. He goes out into the wilderness to help never knowing if he'll actually make it back, certain that once he's led the latest group he found to neutral borders, he'll turn around and find an Olympian group to do the same with. No one left behind to suffer.
He pats Grani on the neck and sighs. The supplies are getting less and less easy to come by. "Pretty soon, it's just going to be me I can give them... Think it'll be enough?" He's talking to the horse because he's certain that others wouldn't be up this early. He's wrong.
3- fishing for the truth
[If there is one thing Reinhardt is good at, it's fishing. He doesn't count that one time with Fareeha. So he happily sits by one of the frozen over rivers. There is a hole in the ice where he's sawed his way through.
He sits on a stool that's barely anything at all. It puts his knees up where his chin is. In his hands is a pole. It might be normal sized for normal people. In Reinhardt's hands it looks like a toy. Still, this is the stillest and the quietest that Reinhardt has ever been.
He's so caught up in his catching dinner that he doesn't even notice anyone's approach. At least the ice is strong enough not to break at a very large, very heavy man jumping out of his skin!] AH! You scared me! You really shouldn't sneak up on a man like that!
4 - fighting for the right (tw: violence/sparring)
Between his do-gooding and his working, Reinhardt still dedicates time to physical training. Whether up on Thesa Station or down planet side, Reinhardt is no slouch. His workouts are more than just a little extreme, some might consider them actual torture with how hard they are and how much he pushes himself to accomplish feats that might even make a man half his age balk at.
At the moment, he's set up in the fighting arena well before hours. It's the best place to go when he just wants to let off some steam. His poor opponent today is a very large very heavy sand bag. A half an hour later and Reinhardt has his shirt off, sweat running down his body. There's blood dripping from raw knuckles and the bag is split and leaking sand.
Reinhardt curses, a sharp Germanic swear. The translator can't really catch it, but it gets the rest. "They need to make stronger bags for this."
5- the cost of morality (later in the month)
He's been too loud. Too obvious about where his loyalties lie. Reinhardt tells himself he doesn't care. He's doing what's right. But now, there is a price to pay. It started slowly. At first, some of the shops would jack their prices up for him. They seemed to know that those bandages and those dried foods weren't going to feed his huge self. It went downhill from there.
Places refused to serve him at all. He'd had doors slammed in his face. Chiding tones of "foolish old man" gave way to "Olympia sympathizer". He could endure that. Reinhardt could endure the derision. He could handle not being able to do jobs that weren't of the somewhat questionable mercenary type to earn what little silver he could. He can even handle days where the only thing he got to eat were those containers of food Ana had left him because so many taverns no longer welcomed him warmly.
What he can't handle is standing out in front of the Dragon's Nursery being denied entry. For the first time, Reinhardt feels a deep sorrow. There's a little baby dragon in there that he's become deeply attached to. Before all this, he would visit at least three times a week to help with that one (plus the others). And now, he stands at the gates and is told he is no longer welcome in such a hallowed place.
He bites down on his lower lip and tilts his body a little to catch a glimpse of the little silver he's grown to adore so much. "Are you sure? I promise I won't be long. I just wanted to tell her hello. Would it help if I had a friend vouch for me?" He casts around looking for the first person he sees. "You'll vouch for me, right? Tell them that I'm still a safe person to have around the babies?"
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He's been acquiring as many supplies he can, helping hunt food where he can and making sure people's needs are tended too. Hard work, but with so many of the Natha refugees helping it made things go more smoothly. The only thing he wonders is how long this could go on for. Sooner or later the cities would stop supplying himself or the others if they found out they were helping deserters. Would they have to get services from behind closed doors if that happened? It's hard to say.
Sen had finished his round of passing things out when he finally can take a moment to himself when he see's Reinhardt. Giving off a small smile he starts towards them when he begins to over hear what the other man is saying. Again the man was worrying. Perhaps he should try and allay that. "Now should I be getting jealous that you plan to share yourself with all these fine folk?" It's said from behind as Sen stands leaning against a tree with a smirk as he implies the innuendo. "After all, I haven't gotten you to myself yet," he adds as he steps up now beside them.
They looked tired and Sen will mention it soon enough, but first he's reaching up to place a hand on their bicep to stroke it softly. "Are you holding up all right?" He asks with that small smile of his.
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There's only so much one man in armor can do and he still feels he needs to do more. It's why it's good to have Sen here now. To be there and remind him in his own ways that Reinhardt needs to also think about himself and his own health. He would push himself to collaspe to help the others.
He turns, his grand armor shifting a little, so he can face Sen. He knows the elf has seen it off of him but a part of him wonders if the man thinks it's impressive on him. It's a fleeting vanity pushed aside at the touch of a hand he can't feel under all that metal.
"A knight's duty is never done." He states warmly. "But don't worry. I haven't met in beautiful elf mages. No other stars in my sky but yours." He looks from the elf to his horse. "Though I might be gone for a little while so who knows who I might meet while I get these supplies out to the far reaches of the kingdom."
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There's a smirk he gives the other at the tease and well, Reinhardt may hear a small clang as Sen bops him in the behind with his staff lightly. "Careful, Reinhardt. It goes both ways when I have to go venturing off," he answers, but his tone makes it sound like he's merely kidding. He's only got his sights on one man for the time being and no other would occupy his thoughts in that regard.
Joking aside he steps towards the horse, petting the snout of it softly through his leather glove. There's a time he doesn't look at Reinhardt as he focuses on the horse, just trying to figure out what to say to the other. He decides to start with a question, one to be sure of the man's well being. Reinhardt seemed prone to melancholy so, it would do well if Sen made sure they were fine. "How are you holding up with all of this, vhenan? In times such as these it's understandable for anyone to feel saddened by it all."
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i promise the next one will be better
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4 because yessss
Asking for a spar might have to wait, though. Reinhardt is so hardcore that he's already bashed his own knuckles up. Perhaps a spar will have to wait, but a chat would still be pretty okay too.
"You seem troubled." Zer0 finally speaks up from whatever shadowy corner he'd been lurking in, and strolls over like he wasn't just secretly watching everything like a weirdo. He can't help that he's a pro stealth ninja ok.
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His bloodied hand goes over his chest for a moment. "Don't do that! You scared a year off of me. I'm already old enough!" Of course he isn't actually mad. He's just really bad with jump-scares. But that out of the way, he immediately smiles and goes to a small bag to start trying to wrap his knuckles a little.
"What gave you that idea?" Maybe pulping a sandbag. "I'm just...frustrated." A pause. "Disappointed and frustrated. I'm sorry for yelling at you.'
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Honestly sneaking up on people ans spooking them is probably one of Zer0's non-murder related things to do. The reactions are just hilarious sometimes. He does actually like Reinhardt though, so he'll refrain from poking fun at him and just flash him a heart emote. It's all good big guy, a little shouting isn't going to bother Zer0.
"Is there anything / That I can do to assist? / Need anyone stabbed?"
That may or may not be a joke.
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4 - LET'S DO THIS
And so, that's why he's heading by the training areas on his way from stasis when he spots Reinhardt. Or rather, DD spots him first, and happens to point him out to his handler. Still, Ocelot doesn't immediately make his presence known, preferring to watch the other man as he trades blows with the bag of sand. There's something about him that he really can't help but admire, even without the influence of anything else.
Finally, as the other man lets out a rather colourful curse, Ocelot decides to make his presence known. Entering the room, with DD happily in tow, he can't help but chuckle a little.
"I'm sure the sandbag deserved it, comrade," He says, with "comrade" in German. What was the point of knowing so many languages if you never had the opportunity to use them, after all?
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He starts a little, the muscles of his back tensing a little. It makes the heavy scars that decorate it that much more noticeable. The same scars seem to travel his torso when he turns to look at Ocelot. His body is a testament of the sacrifices he has made in order to "live the code". The German he hears makes him smile though and he thinks nothing of falling into those deep Bavarian accented tones he misses so much.
"It told me that DD was a bad dog so I had to correct it." His tone is forcefully light, as if to try to brush off that he is indeed troubled. Reinhardt steps away from the remains of the bag towards where he has a towel so he can wipe some of the sweat away. "I didn't expect to see you here. Come to do some training as well?"
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"Actually, I'd just been visiting some old friends up in stasis. It had been a while since I'd seen my men, and I thought I'd pay some quick respects to them."
That was a lie. After all, he was up here almost every day, making sure that the Orbiters were still holding up their end of the bargain with the one person who'd mattered more to him than anything else. And it wasn't just John he'd been keeping an eye on.
Though, even as DD goes up to greet someone who is quickly becoming one of his favourite people in El Nysa, he really does have to ask...
"Something bothering you?"
It doesn't take a genius to figure out what it might be. Even for a man like Ocelot, the tensions between Olympia and Wyver served to do little more than... complicate things. In the long run, it might be fun, but for the time being, even after six months, he still feels like he's scrambling to gain footing.
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Still, as criminal as she is, she has to help. Helping the helpless was part of her M.O. Stepping forward, she grabbed a fruit from the stand and gave the seller a look before squeezing the produce in her hand as hard as she could. Her muscles flexed a bit before it was crushed in her hands.
"Listen here, fuckface. Sell this shit or else you might be losing all of it real quick."
Well, she might be a bit small but the angry crusader behind her might be more than a bit of incentive.
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This is not something he condones at all. Yet, there he is, looming behind her, a mountain of muscle while she smashes a ripe fruit in her hand. He wants to tell her that if she ruins all the fruit than no one will eat. The woman and her small child will still be hungry, but instead, he straightens up to his full height and narrows his eyes.
"Silver is silver right? It doesn't matter who it comes from. All that woman wanted was something to feed her child. Are you so heartless that you would turn away a hungry child? I'm sure you are a reasonable man...and I know this young lady can be a reasonable woman..." He hopes. "So, if you would please just sell to whoever wants it at the price everyone else pays, we won't have any trouble."
He pauses and he hates himself a little for adding. "If not, I'm sure this young lady would love to make it so you have nothing to sell at all." He feels so damn dirty but he wants to at least make sure that woman and her child gets something before they give up and wonder off to fend for themselves.
But the vendor seems to be having none of this. He looks from Jolyne to Reinhardt and back and says quite plainly. "If you don't leave, I'm calling the Knightryders."
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It's his duty.
And his duty now is to Wyver. His position in the Knightryders dictates as much. He doesn't enjoy watching it happen, never. He's kinder when he can be, does what he can without compromising his own status. Even more so when it's a friend, so it's lucky for Reinhardt that Loras is happening by.
"Reinhardt? What's going on?"
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This is his problem. He made this bed... and yet he can just barely see the little dragon he adores so much perking up at the sound of his voice. He knows he could just force his way past but instead he knows he must do what he always tells other people to do with himself.
He must put his faith in someone else. Rely on them. So he turns more to Loras and does his best to keep just how much this is hurting him from off his face. "I was trying to get in to see my little friend. I've always been welcome here before. But now I'm refused at the door." He should probably tell the younger knight why that is though.
"I've been helping the ones that want no part in any of the country friction and now I suppose I'm no longer trusted enough to be allowed near the hatchlings." His frustration and anger are clear in his voice. "I've done nothing wrong! And I had hoped maybe someone in better standing than I could vouch for me and tell them that I'm still just as trustworthy as I was a week ago."
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Loras looks between his friend and the person standing at the door. While it could be frowned upon to help Reinhardt, Loras reasons that technically Rein hasn't turned his back on Wyver. Should it come to pass that he gets questioned of it, Loras knows what he'll say. He'll say that having Reinhardt helping those who are neither here nor there is a good thing, that he can use that to sway people over. A lie, for sure, but Loras is a Tyrell and this is what they do.
"Of course. Give me a moment, I'll see what I can do for you."
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He really isn't expecting to come across anyone else during his hike, so when he spots someone set up to ice fish on a frozen-over river, he has to take notice. Especially when said person is the size of a house and familiar, to boot.
It takes some care to move toward Reinhardt over the slick ice, and Jack is actually surprised when he somehow manages to sneak up on the man. When Reinhardt springs up, Jack keeps a close eye on the ice beneath their feet. They're both sturdy men -- there's no telling how long the ice will hold at this rate. Still, he doesn't see any cracks forming, so they seem to be fine for now.
"There are probably easier ways to get a meal, you know."
Their last conversation, though over text, had gone well. Jack doesn't know that he's at ease around Reinhardt yet, but it's slowly getting better.
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The fish, and the company. Now that he knows who it is who crept up on him, Reinhardt can't be angry at all. It's nice to see Jack, nice to see him around and about. So he does what he always does and immediately forgives the other man, lowing himself back not on the stool but on the ice. He'll leave the seat open for Jack.
"For you maybe. My hammer isn't the best tool for hunting small game. I like pancakes as much as the next man, but squirrel patties aren't something I want to get a taste for." He tries to keep it light, avoid the fact that with his recent antics, there are a lot of places in Wyver that just won't take his silver anymore.
"Besides, fish is good for you. You're welcome to have some of my catch."
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He debates saying something about the gifts that Reinhardt left him a few days prior, but he refrains for now. There are other topics to discuss, and expressing gratitude might only encourage Reinhardt. Nice as the gesture had been, he had gone overboard and he needs to focus more on taking care of himself.
"Ever heard of a restaurant? I know this place is primitive, but they at least have that much." Why is Reinhardt insistent on hunting for his own food? Not that there's anything wrong with it, but Jack has to assume there's something else going on here.
Fish is good for you, and Jack won't mind grilling up whatever Reinhardt catches. It's impressive how easily Reinhardt can make him feel welcome, despite all of Jack's efforts to keep a healthy distance between them.
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2.
And when Reinhardt stops, turns his back, there might be a few extra packs there, saving him a return journey, along with fresh water. When he returns to either town, he'll find a few people willing to discreetly offer him supplies, but they hurry away so as not to be seen with him.
This only goes on so long. One evening, when Reinhardt's chosen to camp by a small lake, the supplies are low, and the sunset is casting a dark red light over the woods, the shadow steps out into the light.
'Fancy seeing you here,' he says, airily, like it's some grand coincidence. Bruce is in his wilderness gear, looking a little muddy with some leaves in his hair. 'How've you been?'
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So he presses on. The people are more important than himself. He'll accept getting attacked, so long as those in need at the end of it get what he has to give them. Always, he's surprised by the mysterious packages of supplies. Surprised and grateful. Each load is another group of people fleeing an avoidable war helped.
Yet, when his shadow does finally show himself, Reinhardt is surprised by it. He's only halfway out of his armor, with just the legs to pull free of, the heavy kevlar bodysuit under the impressive technology still left to go as well. His hand strays towards his hammer before he realizes who it is.
"Ja. I wasn't expecting company. Let me get out of the rest of this and I'll put you on some rabbit. And don't mind Grani. He'll probably bother you for treats but he's a good horse." As if it's perfectly normal for a man to appear out of nowhere. Just like it's perfectly normal to be there in such high-tech armor...or a third of it.
"I've been well, Alan. Tired but tell. There is a lot to be done and a knight must do what is right, ja?"
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Bruce isn't sure the lighting agrees with him, but he's managing.
'The knight goes on,' he says, a little more sombre but with a touch of playfulness. He thinks his double entendres are very clever. 'I have some extra water, if you were running low.'
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"Sorry about that."
He takes a step closer, eyeing the pole in the other's hand.
"Huh… I don't think I've ever seen anyone fish like that outside of books."
He himself is more the barehanded type of fisher, though even Riku wouldn't try that approach in frozen waters. Come to think of it, it's the first time he's actually seeing a frozen river. It's kind of a strange sight.
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"No...No. I shouldn't have yelled." Mostly because he knows he could have scared the fish away. Not that Reinhardt has a volume other than loud and louder. He drops his hand again and slightly moves, his rear going off the little stool to sit on the ice itself. It's as much an offer for the young man to sit as any verbal one.
"You haven't? Ice fishing is very important in places far north. I remember doing this often with the daughter of a good friend of mine. She would always outfish me. I'd come back with guppies and she'd have all the fish in the river!"
He shifts the pole. "Would you like to try it?"
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"That probably explains why I've only seen it in books… my home island is tropical; we usually fish with nets or traps… or just our hands."
Which so isn't an option when the water is cold enough to freeze. This is also why he takes the pole – being able to fish in the winter too; now there is a life skill he ought to master.
"Sure. Just tell me what I got to do."
He knows patience is just as necessary now as it would be if he was to stand in the river and wait to make the grab for the fishes… but beyond that, this is new territory.
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"Your Knightliness!"
Comes a voice from the barn's hayloft and suddenly there's a half-awake young man covered in bits of hay peering down at him and his horse.
Terra searched the Fields of the Exalted thoroughly, but there were no knights to be found there. Then he happened to remember the comment Santa made about how this Reinhardt fellow might also be found with his horse, so he checked out the local stables. The barn manager had helpfully informed him a man fitting his vague description ('a knight who's probably big and old') did keep a horse there... but that he'd left with the horse early one morning.
So, Terra hung around the barn the rest of the day, helping out with the chores when it was suggested he do so, hoping all the while the knight would return.
He doesn't remember exactly when he climbed up into the loft to 'rest a minute', but he supposes he must have dozed off... and slept through the night, by the looks of things.
Oh, well. Here's the knight he was waiting to meet... getting his horse ready again, it seems like. Busy guy.
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However, he has to pretend he doesn't know this man...well not really pretend. He knows he's bad at acting. He's surprised his Santa Act went over so well. So he puts on his best friendly smile and gives a broad armored wave to the one above him.
"Hallo to you, stranger. I hope I didn't wake you with all my noise. Getting Grani ready for travel can be quite the loud thing." He considers for a moment and reaches into the pack to pull some bread from it. "I know it's early, but I'll bet you're hungry. Come down and eat with me! Before I go on my next quest."
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