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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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"Just your hands." He holds up one of his massive mittened hands and grins. "I would catch a lot more fish that way. Maybe when it's warmer, I can learn this." He then shifts give Riku more room at the hole in the ice.
"A lot of it is just patience and knowing where to fish. Since it's cold, the fish stay near the bottom. And they are very hungry. So you need a very long line and you need delicious bait. I've been using bits of poultry. Gizzards and what not though they would be better fried up. Fish like them though. Oh, and you need one of these." He points out the little floating bobber he had made. "It lets you know you have a bite when it goes under the water."
He starts to prep another line, tying it to a thin stick. "So you drop it into the water like this and you wiggle it around.... and then you wait." It's a lot of waiting.
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He smiles faintly at the other's declaration and nods, quickly to offer: "If you want, I'll show you how to do it."
Riku's learned how to catch fish with his bare hands so long ago that he can barely pinpoint a time that he hadn't known how to do it. He listens attentively to Reinhardt's explanation, head tilting a little towards the bobber, then he gives the line a light jerk to wiggle around the bait a little.
"Patience, huh? That seems to be a virtue needed for every kind of fishing."
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"But for food, I can wait." He looks from the boy to the ice and then back. "With as hungry as the fish must be, I'm sure we'll catch a lot. When we do, since you helped me, you're welcome to take back with you for yourself."
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Riku grins as he replies – he's more than young enough to learn things after all, but Reinhardt? Time will tell. (Kidding, he's kidding.)
Then he turns his attention back towards the hole in the ice just in time to feel something tug on his line.
"Looks like we've got something biting!"
The fish must be hungry indeed. He gives the pole a sharp yank to get their prey up and out of the water.
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His face takes on a look of excitement when the pole starts to dance. "That's right! Good job!" And there's the fish. And it's a pretty big one too. Reinhardt can't help but clap Riku on the back.
"You're a natural! He's a beauty. Looks delicious." He's already baiting a new hook and dropping a new line. "I'm glad you decided to join me. Looks like we'll both be eating fish for a while to come."
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He ducks a little when Reinhardt ruffles his hair – okay maybe this is something he's totally too old for – but with the rod in his hands he's unable to fight it much. He'll have to get his hair back in order later on. He's smiling though – even if he's maybe a little embarrassed, Riku doesn't truly mind.
"Thanks. I'm glad you let me join."
Having learned a new way of fishing is bound to become useful at some point… and it's been a while since he's eaten in company too.