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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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"Train you? You are a young knight then? A hero for justice? I would be happy to, but you are correct. You caught me at a pretty bad time for lessons." He shifts to adjust the supplies on that massive horse to make room for just a few more things before he answers.
"I'm helping the people. The ones who have left the city. They ones that don't want war. And the refugees that stayed. They're all hurting because of the poor treatment here. Not getting what they need. It's wrong. So I find them and I help them. This is going to a small group I found last time I was out. They need this to get through the winter and I know the people of this city refuse to help them. So that's my quest."
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For as long as he can...
He makes short work of the bread while he listens attentively to Reinhardt's explanation of the quest he's undertaken. Terra should have guessed it'd have something to do with those locals trying to escape what seems like inevitable war between Olympia and Wyver. Helping the downtrodden is right up there with saving princesses on the 'very knightly things to do' list.
"I've heard about those people," he says with a frown, "It really is wrong, how they've been treated just for wanting safer lives for their families and themselves."
Another thought occurs to him then.
"Wyver citizens probably aren't going to be too happy with you lending them a hand, huh?"