Otto Kampf

# Master's Dojo, 2009-10-08 15:59:30, as a chat transcript.

Blargh.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-14 16:39:22, as a chat transcript.

test

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-14 16:39:31, as a chat transcript.

Woah...

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-10-14 16:39:45, as a chat transcript.

Funkeh.

# AH-302, 2010-12-14 18:40:09, as written by Ottoman

Hmm.

# AH-302, 2010-12-14 18:40:13, as written by Ottoman

This complicates things.

# AH-302, 2010-12-14 18:40:45, as written by Ottoman

Otto Kampf

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-12-16 22:00:02, as written by Ottoman

Otto Kampf made his way gingerly into the establishment, though he had to quickly catch himself as one of the patron's launched a projectile - a bottle - out a window in close proximity to him. Balancing his weight on his cane, he made his way to the bar and after ordering his drink departed for a booth, his progress hindered only slightly by his limp.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-12-16 22:14:02, as written by Ottoman

Otto Kampf soon found a booth to his liking, and with little effort made himself comfortable, placing the cane between his legs and his arms upon the table. The place was nice, in a sick, democratic sort of way. The diversity one could experience here having little equal in his homeland, if any at all. He soon had bigger issues on his mind, however, as one of the staff brought by the cool mug of brew he'd ordered, and after taking a testing sip offered the young waitress a generous tip, ten marks, before shooing her off on her way. It felt good to take some time off, if only for a week or two.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-12-16 22:33:37, as written by Ottoman

Otto Kampf took another long draw of his brew before taking a notepad out of his breast pocket, soon scribbling down notes upon it with a short and worn pencil.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-12-16 22:44:47, as written by Ottoman

Otto Kampf finished the beer soon enough, and soon stood, taking his cane in one hand and began to make his way out, the bar having shown him all the sights it could possibly offer, though as he limped out of the establishment he caught sight of a young woman, curled up with herself. It wasn't much of a sight, though what truly caught his eye was her attire - milspec fatigues. The obvious military uniform piqued his interest as he approached her, asking when he was close enough, "Something amiss?"

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-12-16 22:55:50, as written by Ottoman

Otto Kampf paused for a moment, his mind elsewhere until she spoke, her rather enchanting voice drowning out the distant sounds of the battlefield having floated into his mind's ear. "Well, I noticed your uniform..." Not knowing whether to avoid the topic or not, he decided to be straightforward. "I was a soldier too, a long time ago. No one asked if I was alright." Smiling to himself, he offered as genuine an explanation as he could muster.

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-12-16 23:06:11, as written by Ottoman

Otto Kampf frowned momentarily as she spoke, especially on the note of trust. It hurt, really, he'd no one to trust not out of their being, but out of their lack of being. "An... edgy position?" He soon had to take two on her arms though, as the scars that she bore became more obvious with her own reaction. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to stir memories. It's just..." Thoughts of his own war returned, the Battle for Khumkah, the annihilation of his comrades and later his imprisonment. "You earned them in the line of duty?"

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-12-16 23:17:29, as written by Ottoman

Otto Kampf smiled as he took the invitation, not only at the offer but also the compliment, placing his cane between his legs as he did. It was odd for one to refer to him as a good sort, a welcome relief. "I'm not much of a soldier anymore, those days ended long ago..." Looking to the younger woman, his curiosity soon got the better of him, "If it isn't too much to ask, who are you with?" The question sounded off, especially coming from one such as himself, and soon enough he amended it, his cheeks gaining a rosier complexion as he did, "I mean, service wise. What nation?"

# Gambit's Bar, 2010-12-16 23:28:23, as written by Ottoman

Otto Kampf nodded in response, thinking of how to word his own response, considering his offworld origin. "I served with the Belkan Army, on Averia. Served in the war from 74 til it ended." Her gaze unnerved him slightly, though such was to be expected, not knowing him. "I got out after it was over. Rotting in a camp doesn't do much for one's patriotism... but things got better. I saw to it." Glancing away from her, he soon returned, hoping to change the subject, offering his hand to the younger individual, "Forgive my lack of manners earlier, I'm Otto. Otto Kampf."

# The Abandoned Slums, 2011-10-05 16:45:48, as written by Ottoman

Otto Kampf blinks at the odd sound that rung through the place, but continues to shuffle about, rather curious to learn about the mysterious

Sov

he'd heard so much about from his contact.

a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Ottoman

Last seen at: Gambit's Bar

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