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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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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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He has to laugh a little about that clever little pun. He's allowed to like dad-puns. He's more than old enough for them. "It does indeed. As the French would say, it's about armor." With his accent, it comes out amor. He's dad-punning right back. You started this, Bruce. "And I was. Though I think those hiding out here might need it more than me. I think I'll reach them in the morning with all of this."
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Bruce's armour for the time being is just his outdoor clothes, with his machete hanging off his belt, and his hunting knife tucked inside his jacket.
'Is that the saying? My French isn't as polished as I'd like, then,' says Bruce, valiantly suppressing the full extent of a fond eyeroll — he can't have people thinking he likes them, after all.
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"And it's all right. We can always work on your French. Not that I'll be useful for that. But I can order you a beer in 18 languages." Because he learned the really important phrase. It's the only phrase that matters. "I wish I had a beer for you here. But it's just this." He'll pull the cooked meat off the fire and just hand it over like he's not giving "Alan" his entire dinner.
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Bruce gives him a look as flat as his tone, and takes out some of his own rations to hand back in turn. No way is he getting to eat a fully cooked rabbit when Reinhardt doesn't get to. 'I can only order a beer in six,' he retorts. This is a lie. 'I might start thinking you were showing off.'
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"Not really. It's the one thing I know how to say. So I'm only really useful in one situation. And I don't think Omnic counts as a language here." He makes a few bleeps and bloops that might or might not be ordering a beer. He could very well be insulting Bruce's shoes. Omnic is hard.
"But if I was showing off, would that mean you won't share my fire and camp for the evening? I'm planning on staying here and starting out at dawn to get the supplies to the people hiding out around here."
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And Bruce has eaten worse than rabbit cooked hurriedly over a campfire, he'll live. He makes a soft sound — robot language. It might end up being more useful than anyone thinks: there are robots here.
(And one of the ways to pick up language quickly is during a war.)
'I was thinking about it,' he says. Bruce has made up his mind; he wouldn't eschew Reinhardt's company for the evening. There's a magnetic warmth about him, a simple, powerful sincerity. Out there is perfectly tolerable. But out there is cold, too. 'You'll have to promise: no more puns.'
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The request comes and Reinhardt can't help the full bodied laugh that comes. He grins at the other man. He didn't think the puns were that bad. But between sitting in the cold night alone and enjoying camping out with a friend, he knows what he must do. But first, he must stop laughing.
It takes a moment before he can look at the other man with his most serious look. "I swear, Alan, on my honor as a knight, that I won't make any more puns. You have my word." And a promise from Reinhardt is as good as gold.
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Although he maintains a perfectly stoic, unimpressed expression at the laughter, it breaks to a small, pleased smirk. 'Good, I couldn't take any more of them.'
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"I will admit I don't often get a chance. They always sound funnier in German." At least he thinks they do. "That, and out here, sometimes you need a good laugh. It's cold and tomorrow is going to be rough." Mostly because his heart always hurts when he sees those hidden refugees. "Though this time I have more than I normally have." He doesn't know who has been leaving him the stuff but he's truly grateful.