Post by Vio on Nov 8, 2020 16:15:51 GMT -5
Yvionne #1Marine Base B-4
Ilusia Kingdom
West Blue
Approx. 0900 Hrs
It had been a gruelling task to say the least, but after several long days of cruising across the open ocean, Junior Lieutenant Yngvildr Yvionne and her contingent had returned to the West Blue’s centre of operations for all forces belonging to the World Navy. The day was hardly dismal, but definitely overcast, sunlight only once in a while piercing the clouds above in its full glory. That being said, it was still relatively early into the day proper, but B-4 was already working in full.
The oddity lay in the form of a rather mundane gathering of men and women — seamen ranked of First Class and higher who were all present for the same reason. A sparse at present congregation of uniforms loitering with some variable degree of patience about an open courtyard close to the dry docks. There had been no further call as of yet; not since the morning’s mandatory task assignments for permanent hands. They might have seemed out of place, slacking even, if not for one crucial factor.
“So I took some spare black powder, wrapped the whole thing tight, then launched it right at the f*¢<er!” chirped a rather excited man of shorter than average stature and darker complexion, wearing his signature cashmere fine curls beneath his baseball cap. His hands slammed together in a loud clap to emphasise his story, making one of the younger seamen jump slightly. The rest seemed unimpressed, but that did not disparage the stocky siege and demolitions expert known as Petty Officer Argyle.
Nearby stood another soul — a Warrant Officer by the name of Nightingale, whose lanky stature defied the kind of person they were. She could have easily passed as either sex, with an androgynous visage, modest physique, and raven hair cut short and neatly clipped. Hawkish features analysed people, one by one, as they entered the courtyard and joined the growing mass, her back soon straightening when she spied another.
Deep grey hair of feathered cut and eyes of cold plum were both striking features, readily identifiable as belonging only to one Marine — the functional and oftentimes menacing Yngvildr Yvionne herself. Justice Coat draped across her shoulders as any respectable officer would have, the collar and sleeves of a pristine white shirt poked free from a sleeveless, plum-coloured sweater of notable length. White trousers and black boots finalised the look in one sense, but it was the large, squared head of a maul resting over her shoulder that truly defined who she was. Few of those present had seen it; those that did understood the moniker.“Lieutenant Yngvildr, ma’am!”
“Lieutenant!”
A rather lively salute from Argyle was matched with a strong, well-drilled recognition of rank by Nightingale. The Hammer of Justice mostly ignored them, giving only a cursory glance in their directions as she approached the courtyard’s centre. There, she rested her hammer upon the ground, looking up to the top of an execution platform — one that had recently been used for the first time in some months. Several of Walter Bison’s men had taken their last breaths at the summit after extensive interrogations.
Yvie simply stared. An eagle, perched at the top, stared back.{Post Synopsis:—}
As newly established members of the 86th Marine Division gather, Argyle and Nightingale amongst them, Yvionne watches a bird atop an execution platform.
Yngvildr Yvionne ❘ #8e4585 ❘ Lieutenant, Junior Grade
Dubrovnik Ragusa ❘ #8f3d3d ❘ Petty Officer
Nightingale [NPC] ❘ #36b5dd ❘ Warrant Officer
Argyle [NPC] ❘ #e65219 ❘ Petty Officer
Jacob Talon [NPC] ❘ #fada5e ❘ Captain