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13 Characters Here
Thistle Erutin [142]
Erich Brenner [91]
Nixie Conner [59]
Josef Kampf [52]
Viktoria Kampf [17]
Augustus [17]
The Hegemony [8]
Josef Wagner [6] The monster unleashed...
The Director [2]
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Kampf smiled, avoiding her gaze for a moment as he mimicked the look of affection, and he waited for a few moments before responding. "The rumors are true, though they might've spread a bit slower were it that I had decided to ask her in a more private environ." He looked to Thistle for a moment before admitting, "I know that must seem odd. Me, courting." That was half of his reasoning. With Scatter in their hands, to have the prophecy of the Matriarch fulfilled would prove most valuable to their war effort.
"A little." she admitted. "But I have heard nothign but good about the girl, and I understand she is Liese' sister. She cannot be bad at all." Redwing had Thistle wrapped around her own figner, believing her own lies. Thistle was much too young for these games. Too untrained in too many different ways.
Inside, a bloom of satisfaction enveloped Kampf's breast, already she was becoming a part of the Belkan machine. It would only be a matter of time before they had the Erutin firmly under their thumb. "I'm glad that she has a good reputation outside of my circles, and she is. I take it you've spoken to Liese on the matter?" Liese could be something of a loose cannon, it would make sense that she would talk to an outsider about such things, without the biased filter to look upon her, in some ways, taboo beliefs.
"Not since before the rumors began. I suspect she'll need to speak soon though. You- You must have known of her feelings, my lord." She said and shifted. "Those as obvious to all whom care to look." And made her sad somewhat. Linde she new nothing about, but surely Redwing deserved some sort of happiness for workign so hard! If only she could get him to see.
Curious, that Thistle would know of Redwing's infatuation with him, and such caused Josef to, mentally, smile. She really was becoming part of the great game, "... her feelings? I'm not quite sure I understand Thistle. The Archduchess?" He was wearing a rather confused look, as he was rather keen on doing, playing it off as Liese was the pure knight, chaste in her devotion to her God's safety. "Please, do explain."
Kampf shrugged with a sigh, musing, "Perhaps." Even as incredible a woman as the Archduchess was, he couldn't be with her. She would demand that which was impossible, as he could read it in her face, and her eyes, that she desired such -- a child. "But, what's this talk? A fight? Has Redwing gotten more brash in my absence?" He wouldn't doubt it. She was a rather volatile woman, if anything.
Kampf shook his head again, not feeling the need to answer vocally that he, well, was dead for the last five years. "A fight? Well, that could prove to be quite dreadful, knowing Redwing, and I only know Hope by reputation." He then chuckled and echoed Thistle's sentiment, "Well, I don't think you're alone in that. Liese is prone to somethings so rash that they escape me."
Thistle Erutin stepped into the house, relaxing happily as she did so, and closed the door behidn her. she glanced to the windows, then shrugged and removed the top half of her uniform, letting her undershirt cover her. Erich sat around in half a uniform all the time. He couldn't say a thing! "Eh-ich!" She called out happily, her accent thicker than usual. "Ah, you home?"
Erich had only recently arrived back himself, a long day stuck musing over the thousands of messages that came through is outlet alone at the office, and was rather busy stuck slumped in his sitting chair, a new addition that they'd acquired recently, along with a desk, which he had been using in lieu of the usual counter. His books were stacked rather neatly in their appropriate corner and his slouched figure leaned back in the chair, his feet laying crossed on the corner of the bed. His tunic was, like hers, unbuttoned, though it remained on him.
With the exception of his kepi on the desk behind him and his loosened tie, he still looked the part of a reichspost worker, though the slight string of drool ushering from the corner of his mouth did seems a little unbecoming. It didn't last though as he was soon shaken from his doze, the dim lighting of the place brightening with the arrival of his wife, who seemed to be a bit more in-tune with her upbringing today. "Hmm? Oh... yes." He answered rather dully, still shaking the sleep from his eyes as he glanced to her, smiling after wiping his mouth quickly with his sleeve.
With the exception of his kepi on the desk behind him and his loosened tie, he still looked the part of a reichspost worker, though the slight string of drool ushering from the corner of his mouth did seems a little unbecoming. It didn't last though as he was soon shaken from his doze, the dim lighting of the place brightening with the arrival of his wife, who seemed to be a bit more in-tune with her upbringing today. "Hmm? Oh... yes." He answered rather dully, still shaking the sleep from his eyes as he glanced to her, smiling after wiping his mouth quickly with his sleeve.
She smiled at this and sashayed over to kiss his cheek. "Long day? You must be tired, to have taken a nap." She teased and looked him over. "You want to know the best part about the Hegemony? Everyone is in a uniform." She said happily and knelt next to him.
Thistle beamed at this happily. "I have to take you shopping, Eh-ich!" She declared, pleased. "It will be novel, most of my clothes are tailoh made, but I doubt you would be willing to go though with a tailoh." She teased him and took a step back to look him over. "Then again, seeing you in unifohm makes a girrl want to pounce."
"Eh-ich!" She protested and huffed. It had been a long day, and r's were hard to say without purring them. When she tried to make it too short to purr, she seemed to skip the sound entirely! "Mistah Brrrenah, you are teasing me." She knew it was jsut playing though, and smiled at him. "I ought to knock us both oveh foh it!"
A grin made itself present on her husband's face, which seemed to only intensify with her protests, "Well, Missus Brennah," he egged her on, winking to her as he suggested, "Pehhaps you should do something about it." Whether she would toss him out of the chair or drag him shopping, he really didn't know. Not that he would mind either of the options.
"I can! Arr!" She said, concentrated hard on it. "Arr!" She looked entirely too smug. Now if only she could say it in a word. "And it's Thhh Thhhistle." she said then blinked. "Well. Technically, it' Tinarime, but Thistle is much...less odd." She grinned at him. "Now say an s. You makes yours into z's!"
She kissed him happily, then pulled back. "I suppose you can mock my ah's, then." she teased happily, and moved her weight to her hands and knees. "Let's get you measured. We're a Great House now, I guess we have to look the part." She said happily and button his tunic up for him. "I should change to something not oily if we're going out though. Mechanics had the only uniform that regularly was dirty and no one cared.
Again a sigh escaped him, happy that he could continue in his fun, though the chance to get something nice to wear besides his uniform did excite him somewhat. Though he frowned somewhat at the suggestion of her changing, speaking as he did, "Well, I think you look fine, but..." He then leaned up, propping himself with his arms, as he got onto a level plane of vision with her face, "... then again, I am a commoner."
Lord Brenner of House Erutin. He silently mouthed the words for a moment as she rose, off to change into whatever it was she would prefer, thinking on just what it meant to be a noble now. Him. Still working at the post office, and a noble. It boggled the mind, but she was still working on vehicles... He shrugged, shifting onto his legs, still such a strange feeling, standing on his own. The leg was... incredible, to say the least. What he already didn't owe to her was rightfully hers in every way, nevermind the marriage. He really couldn't think of how to repay her for such kindness, to be able to walk again...
He spent the whole day, once they let him go, running. Might've been part of why he was so tired today. Still, things were as they were. His uniform would be fine for going to shop, or so he assumed, even with the slight influence of Alke on it.
Alke. Thistle. It was hard to get used to that.
He spent the whole day, once they let him go, running. Might've been part of why he was so tired today. Still, things were as they were. His uniform would be fine for going to shop, or so he assumed, even with the slight influence of Alke on it.
Alke. Thistle. It was hard to get used to that.
He took the invitation as it stood, coming forward and, taking her by the hips, spun her about. It was something that he'd been thinking about for a while, and just never had the chance to. He couldn't explain it, rightly, it just felt right. "Well, it's still there, if you ever want it." He eventually ceased with his rash act, though not without lingering on the last motion. "I'm glad," He whispered, drawing over her shoulder as he did, "that you're mine." To have his leg! Such a glorious thing, the Emperor truly did work in mysterious ways. He might not be a fighter pilot, but this... was more than he could ever ask for. "I'm happy I'm not a shame anymore."
Such words only bolstered his feelings, lightly pressing his head against the her own's flank, she smelled of a light perfume, one that he really couldn't tell the difference from motor oil. Both had the same association in his mind, both held in regard to her. He didn't linger for too long, as warm as their embrace might be, looking over her for a brief moment before suggesting, "Well. Let's be off. I don't want to keep you from your prize."
Thistle beamed as she opened the door happily, her new friend with her. Nixie followed after, somewhat bemused by the mechanic's sheer exuberance. "Why am I here again?" The taller woman asked, her voice sultry without trying. She was actually modestly dressed, nothing to indicate her career at all. She wasn't at work, why dress the part?
"You said you were hungry, and my house was closer than any of the good places to eat. Come on! Erich may be home, so you might get to meet him." she declared happily, and called out for her husband. "Eh-rich!" She just managed to say the 'r,' though only barely.
"You said you were hungry, and my house was closer than any of the good places to eat. Come on! Erich may be home, so you might get to meet him." she declared happily, and called out for her husband. "Eh-rich!" She just managed to say the 'r,' though only barely.
Erich was sitting at his desk again, this time not asleep though he was still clad in the remnants of his uniform, musing over a book, an actual book, something he'd always kept handy. Was his family's copy of Kampf's Manifesto, Otto Kampf. They'd never gotten rid of it, not through the Exodus or anything. It was a small little thing, and it had some very interesting subjects in it... ones that the state today might not approve of. However, with the arrival of his beloved, and her lessened accent, he turned his head, smiling as he shut the book and stood, the light blue dress shirt interrupted only by his black tie and suspenders.
Striding over without thinking, he approached and stood(he never got tired of that) by the counter, waiting to make sure she wasn't carrying anything. Oh how he longed for that, a chance to carry something for her for a change. However, there seemed to be something he wasn't expecting, a companion of hers, who he greeted with a nod, somewhat embarrassed to be so casually dressed with a stranger present, "Pardon me, I didn't know Alke would be bringing company..."
Striding over without thinking, he approached and stood(he never got tired of that) by the counter, waiting to make sure she wasn't carrying anything. Oh how he longed for that, a chance to carry something for her for a change. However, there seemed to be something he wasn't expecting, a companion of hers, who he greeted with a nod, somewhat embarrassed to be so casually dressed with a stranger present, "Pardon me, I didn't know Alke would be bringing company..."
"No, it's okay. We didn't intend on coming here." Nixie said and shrugged it off, glancing him over by habit. This was a man happily married, and pleased to be there. She suspected he'd never need her services to be sure. "Caught yourself a nice one, Alke." she teased and Alke had a look of momentary confusion.
"Wh- Oh! Erich. I know, I'm incredibly lucky. He's amazing. Erich, this is my friend Nixie, Nixie, my husband Erich." Alke looked happily to inroduce them. "She's got a pretty name, doesn't she?"
"Wh- Oh! Erich. I know, I'm incredibly lucky. He's amazing. Erich, this is my friend Nixie, Nixie, my husband Erich." Alke looked happily to inroduce them. "She's got a pretty name, doesn't she?"
Nixie smiled at him. "A pleasure as well Erich. Even more that I can tell you love her, os I don't have to ever worry about you being one of my customers." She said cryptically. She nodded him, glad to be in this place. It was refresshing, to be near such an innocent woman. You'd almost think she wasn't LW at all.
"Nixie is a therapist! She helps soldiers feel better about themselves, because war can be hard." ALke explained and smiled brightly. Oh yeah. Someone was clueless.
"Nixie is a therapist! She helps soldiers feel better about themselves, because war can be hard." ALke explained and smiled brightly. Oh yeah. Someone was clueless.
Alke grinned at him and wrapped her arms around him pleased, placing her cheek against his. It wasn't something Nixie would recognize, so she didn't mind doing that. "I like it. And yeah, we probably need to go grocery shopping." She said idly. "I'll try and rememebr to pick somethign up after work." She probably wouldn't.
Nixie blinked at this. The happy scene wasn't somethign she was used to seeing. Perhaps this was why Alke was so very different from the other soldiers she knew of. She had a very happy home life, that much was clear.
Nixie blinked at this. The happy scene wasn't somethign she was used to seeing. Perhaps this was why Alke was so very different from the other soldiers she knew of. She had a very happy home life, that much was clear.
Alke bounded over to the open door and tugged it open "E-Steel?" She had assumed her husband was home early. They didn't actually get many unannounced visitor's after, Archduchess Redwing's visits carefully plotted, and Nix sleeping most days. Besides, she had...a lot of new people in to council, and would be busy for a while. She took the sight of him in, the rank, and the silver tress. The badges and...the scar. The eye. Would it shift with him? Was it made of the right metals? Could it?
Did it matter?
They weren't Erutin anymore, they were Belkan, and Belkans didn't change shape. It would be fine. She stared a moment, then sobbed and threw herself at him in a hug. "Steel!" Her twin was home, her brother here. No more agonizing waiting, hoping against hope that he would survive, would be okay. "I'm sorry, so sorry. I broke everything, I couldn't do it, I'm sorry."
She had lost them their empire, after all. It had been theirs together, even if he was busy with the Belkans. And now? Now, they were a great house, a Belkan house, rather than an entire Empire. "I'm so sorry. I missed you so much."
Did it matter?
They weren't Erutin anymore, they were Belkan, and Belkans didn't change shape. It would be fine. She stared a moment, then sobbed and threw herself at him in a hug. "Steel!" Her twin was home, her brother here. No more agonizing waiting, hoping against hope that he would survive, would be okay. "I'm sorry, so sorry. I broke everything, I couldn't do it, I'm sorry."
She had lost them their empire, after all. It had been theirs together, even if he was busy with the Belkans. And now? Now, they were a great house, a Belkan house, rather than an entire Empire. "I'm so sorry. I missed you so much."