Erich Brenner

# The Multiverse, 2011-10-27 19:53:39, as written by Ottoman

The day was largely average, Erich would say, much like any other that wasn't spent back at the mainframe. He really did enjoy these walks, the fresh-air and warm sun did one some good after being cooped up in one of those artificially light tombs. On the upside, he got to wear a rather dashing uniform, at least for a civil service. A dark blue single breasted tunic, slacks, accompanied by black oxfords, and on his head, a kepi to match his clothing. The only things that really revealed that it was a uniform was the nameplate on the left breast and a triad on his kepi, along with a cufftitle 'Reichspost'.

Funny that. A postman in a post-digital age. He was, to put it simply, a glorified technician, monitoring thousands upon thousands of transactions, interactions and communications daily. It really did get to be quite flooding, at times, and one just had to escape... at least more often than the service allowed on its sparse spare time. He was rather consumed in his thoughts when his limp caused his shoulder to collide with a passerby. The collision shifted his weight to his bum leg and he tumbled to the ground, managing to keep from hitting his face on the sidewalk. Breathing for a moment, he glanced, not really looking, to the pedestrian he had bumped into, more concerned at the moment with righting himself. He apologized as he did, however, "I am terribly sorry about that."

# The Multiverse, 2011-10-27 20:05:25, as written by Ottoman

Erich shook his head, taking her hand whilst he tried to balance himself with the other. Rising after only a moment or two, he spoke, countering her, "I ran into you, miss, I should be the one apologizing." He released her hand as he finally righted himself, his smile lacking in place of some concern, "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

# The Multiverse, 2011-10-27 20:16:06, as written by Ottoman

Erich broke a smile, brushing himself off as she spoke, glad that he hadn't upset anyone. Or, well, she did seem somewhat upset, but not too badly. Patting the dust out of his uniform, he shifted onto his right leg, the good one. "Oh, I'm fine. I just don't get out that much in the week." His statement probably made little sense to her, but what was said was said. It was at this that he blinked rather suddenly and offered his right hand to shake, "Ach! I'm so dense at times... forgive me, I'm Erich."

# The Multiverse, 2011-10-27 20:27:04, as written by Ottoman

"Heil Kampf." The words rolled off of his tongue almost automatically, and he gave them little thought, rather more interested with the situation at hand. "Despite the circumstances, it is a pleasure, and don't worry about this... nothing a trip to the cleaners can't fix." He smirked to himself as he glanced down to give it a look over before returning his eyes to Alke, "Despite it's flair," He was referring to the cufftitle on his right sleeve, which he raised, a golden-yellow band inlaid with the word 'Reichspost' in a dark, gothic script, "mine's really not that important, unlike yours." He had, for the most part thus far, not looked to her uniform, which he just now realized was the jet black one of the Landwächter. Such a sight initially made him recoil internally, but she seemed a nice enough sort. "You're from the base, I take it?"

# The Multiverse, 2011-10-27 20:46:41, as written by Ottoman

Smiling in return, he looked to her to respond, drawing his attention away from the rather narrow street. Shifting his position he spun on his heels, rather enjoying the motion as he did so. Well, such a thing is unfair to say, as he enjoyed almost all locomotive action, especially after being cooped up for only the Emperor knows how long. "Feel free, where would you prefer, Alke?" She was rather different from some of the personnel he'd run across before, rather amiable and without as much of the usual discipline.

# The Multiverse, 2011-10-27 21:02:12, as written by Ottoman

Raising his eyebrows in response, Erich blinked as he took his seat, "Perhaps you have. Work takes it out of all of us." Placing his kepi on the table beside him, it wasn't but a few moments before a waitress came by, taking their orders. Preferring a rather basic choice, Erich opted for something resembling a ham sandwich accompanied by a glass of tea, something rather nice to drink on a warm day like this. "So you're a mechanic?" One wouldn't think it to look at her on the street, at least.

# The Multiverse, 2011-10-27 21:30:40, as written by Ottoman

His smile returned as he thought on just how to word it without sounding like a total loon. Rubbing his nose for a second, he started, "Well, I've always wanted to fly." He had been training to do such, yes, but that's where he picked up his sciatica. "Planes, preferably. Not ships... while I'm sure they're nice too." He chuckled, trying not too sound too wistful, "I'm sure that's something of an image, a crippled pilot."

# The Multiverse, 2011-10-27 21:42:29, as written by Ottoman

Erich pondered for a moment, thinking on it. He knew that they'd discharged him honorably from service and offered him the job in the postal service as a supplement to serve out his oath. The civilian sector, as Alke said though, was always an option. So long as he didn't drag on the system he should be safe... there was always freelancing, or even working for BARDAS. "They could. I'd love to be back in the sky some day..." Their meal arrived however, and he took on a more positive air, "But for now, let's eat!"

# The Multiverse, 2011-10-28 19:20:18, as written by Ottoman

He agreed, though the stuff that they had back at the facility came out of a machine rather than a cafeteria, it was still pretty horrid. The egg-salad, that was the worst, and he was already greatly enjoying the change of pace, his sliced sandwich soon finding its way to his mouth. He made sure, however, to not be too rude in his consumption, being as his company was of a different sort. "I'm sorry to hear that... it's not me is it?"

# The Multiverse, 2011-10-28 19:29:16, as written by Ottoman

Erich nodded, chuckling at this after a bite of his meal, "I'm sure of that! But, I'm sure all will be fine." He smiled at this, looking down to make sure that none of the food had made its way onto his uniform before looking back to her, "If you don't mind my asking, why'd you join up?"

# The Multiverse, 2011-10-28 20:05:42, as written by Ottoman

This was something that Erich was as confused on as others, being as it was a logical choice. "I think it was dealing with the nerves in my leg, but I don't know for sure. A whole replacement would've suited things better..." And I could still be flying. "But I still serve a purpose, and that I'm thankful for."

# The Multiverse, 2011-10-28 20:28:11, as written by Ottoman

Now it seemed to be Erich's turn to blush, having been treated by a good few as a hindrance to society and something of a failure, rarely was it that anyone ever looked upon it in a positive light, much less cute. "Well..." He really didn't know how to respond, but did his best with a smile, "Thank you, though I do feel outmatched in that regard." He looked down to his leg again, wishing somewhat that he could take his cane with him to work. "Well, I was awarded a wound badge."

# The Multiverse, 2011-10-28 20:41:33, as written by Ottoman

His spirits were lifted with her efforts and he returned the smile, even though he could walk on his own some of the time, he still required his cane for the most part. "I might see if I could apply for such an operation... but then I wouldn't be quite as cute anymore." He ended it with a chuckle, returning to his meal. It was a nice change of pace, running into someone who didn't judge him based on his injury.

# The Multiverse, 2011-10-28 21:02:24, as written by Ottoman

Erich took the scrap, curious to see just what it was that she'd written. It was an odd number, not in the usual form that he encountered, but he was sure that it'd work all the same. She didn't seem to be the kind to just drop someone a fake number. Agreeing with her, he swore it off that he wouldn't show a soul, "But of course. There any times when I shouldn't call?"

# The Multiverse, 2011-10-28 21:12:43, as written by Ottoman

"Huh." He was rather surprised by her ability to pick up at any time, perhaps she had some sort of cellular phone that he'd yet to see, or was recognized differently by the internal ministry. "Well, that's their loss then." He might actually have to start getting out some more rather than retreating back to his apartment with another of the uplink's library's technical manuals.

# The Multiverse, 2011-10-28 21:22:34, as written by Ottoman

"Just about, four on and three, depending on if it fell on the weekend." Grinning as well, he rather looked forward to their next encounter. Refreshing was the least of the adjectives he'd put on it, especially after dealing with all the dogmatic dictators back at work.

# The Multiverse, 2011-10-31 17:48:02, as written by Ottoman

He had his cane with him this time, traversing the streetside with a great deal more ease than their first encounter, Erich laughed with the conclusion of her story. He did rather enjoy seeing her, not having had the chance to spend time, he mentally admitted, with a girl like this since before his accident. "Well, any structured body has the tendency to favor those who... well, have favors." He returned her smiling glance, and continued with his hobble, made evident only moreso by his cane.

However, unknown to either of them, as he was wanting something of an off day, was Anwärter Stahl, approaching from the opposite direction on the same sidewalk. In his dress uniform he looked as fit and trim as ever, if not constantly hungry and tired. He, least of all people, expected to bump into his sister, Obermann Alke, not but a few paces down the street, asking in surprise, "Alke?" when he first ran across her, unsure if it was her.

# The Multiverse, 2011-10-31 18:06:07, as written by Ottoman

Erich offered a hand to Steel, which was taken eagerly, the two of them sharing a rather friendly handshake while Erich rested his weight on his cane. "Most pleased to meet you, Steel... if I may?" Smiling in return, it didn't take Steel long to answer, if only with a cautious glint in his eye,

"Of course. Any friend of Alke's is one of mine. A postman?" Nodding in response, Erich spoke, though Steel's sight, largely concentrating on Erich, shifted often to Thistle's rather stunning attire. She was quite a young woman, Steel was the first, regrettably, to admit. He's probably have to deal with more than one unruly party down the road.

"Yes, only a small call to serve Him, though I would give much more. You and Alke are both in the Landwächter?" He asked the question not simply to Steel but also to Thistle, with a shifting glance to her.

# The Multiverse, 2011-10-31 18:30:27, as written by Ottoman

Erich sighed as he smirked to Alke, tapping her leg with his cane as he did, before looking back to Steel who soon spoke, "Well, I... I'm to blame for that. I thought I might head out and see things on my own for a change. But, Erich would make good company! I didn't know that you had made a friend off base." Erich blushed at this, and avoided Steel's gaze for a moment, his spare hand making its way behind his back before he finally managed to compose himself.

# The Multiverse, 2011-10-31 18:50:00, as written by Ottoman

Steel hung his head somewhat, sighing as he did. The situation was something that he didn't like to think about or discuss, especially with his sister, considering... well, it would be dangerous. "Well, they like to keep things quiet, especially with the enlisted men. I don't think we'll know even while we're in transit, but... they're training us in a lot of open area and urban combat. Not raiding or boarding tactics." He paused for a few moments, sighing as he contemplated, "I think... I think I'll be going on Crusade." He was rather quiet after he said that, both out of fear and excitement, and one could hear Erich audibly inhaling, wistful in his own way.

"That's a great honor, Stahl." Erich complimented him as best he could at the moment, he would've ventured farther if he knew him better.

"Given, I might just wind up on garrison duty on one of our worlds. You never know."

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