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Post by chamir on Sept 14, 2008 23:05:37 GMT -5
"Mmph. What a queer young man," Chamir uttered while he curiously watched Hebirei's departure. Well, now that Chamir thought about it, the boy's attention did appear to be a tad off if nonexistant. Maybe there was something else on his mind. Was he thinking of joining Saghani little expedition? He'll be okay, Chamir quietly assumed then turned his head towards Nati. "I guess that leaves you and I to reconvene to the market place then, yes?" His tone the chirpy chipperness chirping of a morning bird singing the world awake. "Away from the foray of boys wanting to be men," he jested, "and men choosing how to be men or pondering how to calm their recklessness," winking at Nati in hint of her brother. "A place that while offering motivation as why to fight also makes us measure realms other than one of conflict," he offered the crook of his arm to Nati. "Plus there's food!" [Exeunt, Chamir alongside Nati]
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Post by nati on Sept 16, 2008 1:58:41 GMT -5
Nati watched Hebirei moved away in a manner that wasn’t usually like him, something must have been depressing his spirits. Much as she wanted to hurry after him and try to soothe any pain, she did had shopping to and a Chamir to entertain. She slipped her hand into the crook of his arm, at least he had more manners than Saghani. Well, a melting glacier had more manners that Saghani.
Kind of shrugging a little to get more comfy in her parka, Nati smoothed her free hand over her hair, the braids were prone to falling loose or little tufts sticking out now and then. Now wasn’t the time for a bad hair day. Thankfully it seemed to be in order. Adding a soft grin, Nati agreed with Chamir.
“Yes, food is always good!”
And then she set off for the market, the scone of a worried woman safety tucked away for the moment.
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Post by boragan on Sept 22, 2008 21:07:34 GMT -5
The blood in his veins started to boil. He never felt such a smug person ever. He could feel his veins starting to pop out of his flesh. However, he knew he had to remain calm for the sake of at least getting home.
Yes, he felt homesick. Yes, he wanted to be warm again. Unfortunately, he knew what he had to do. He tried to enhance his calm as he looked upon Saghani. All he could do is get on the boat. He bows slightly as he walked away from Saghani to cool down. Not that in this environment it was hard. He looked toward the boat once more with it’s iron structure and steel armor around it.
He could feel his anger rising again. He just couldn’t keep it in for long. He knew that his training in ferocity would get the best of him. He remembered everything still. He remembered Zilong taking away his family heirloom. It was nothing but a big slap in the face to everyone that helped raised who he was. All that pain, all that anger, all that shame!
He balled his fingers into a fist and thrust toward the hull of the ship. The hard steel and the bitter cold air stung his hand upon impact. The hull of the ship made a quiet “klang” sound when he struck. His knuckles started to bleed. He let a small tear escape from his eye before regaining his senses. He let his arm down as he looked upon the ship once more.
“Don’t expect me to be nice to anybody on this trip,” he mumbled, “If they can’t handle me yelling at them, then they will not fair against any of them.”
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Post by saghani on Sept 23, 2008 5:29:24 GMT -5
Ever so slightly, Saghani’s brow raised in surprise. He hadn’t expected a pleased reaction from the Major, but such a ferocious reaction was not anticipated. He felt no pity for the man, after all, it was his own fault for not understanding what Saghani was saying. How important did this man think he was, anyway? Saghani had clearly chosen the best tactical approach to the situation, or at least in his own mind, and here this man seemed to think that getting him back to his unit was somehow more important than actually winning the war. Absurd. Emotional. Illogical. Yet none of this mattered. Bora Gan would serve his purpose simply by being there, for him to ask about Fire Nation tactics, technologies and troop movements. His emotion would serve Saghani well, too, for Saghani was admittedly not a very ‘rah-rah’ individual. In the end, Bora Gan was a useful asset. Nothing more, nothing less.
“Don’t expect me to be nice to anybody on this trip. If they can’t handle me yelling at them, then they will not fair against any of them.”
“I expect no less,” Saghani replied simply.
Nodding, Saghani turned on his heel and made to leave. There was much work to be done.
[Saghani has left this thread, and it is now closed.]
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