Post by leaf on Jun 13, 2022 18:57:49 GMT -5
Kester #1
Jaw dropping would be an understatement. Kester's first real foray into the marines involved a trip to B-1, the Marines main base in North Blue. As the small marine ship sailed ever closer to the dock, Kester's head was looking up, staring at the two massive towers, connected by a very large bridge. The sheer amount of weaponry, and fortifications was stunning.
Kester wore his standard marine outfit, the sleeveless style with the blue handkerchief tied around his neck. Though he did choose to bring a white, standard marine jacket to keep himself warm through the North Blue temperatures. His sword was strapped to his back, the hilt sitting taller than his head. He was aware the sword made him look smaller then he was, but he didn't care. It was an heirloom he intended to use that would help him become an extremely strong marine. As they finished docking procedures the seaman recruit stepped off the ship onto solid ground. Kester felt at home on a ship, but there was always something about walking around on solid ground that made him comfortable.
Still flabbergasted at the sheer size of the marine base, Kester moved towards his superior officer for his orders. The man was smaller then Kester, his hair and beard speckled with gray, and although he was small he commanded an air of respect. "Recruit! You're to report to the training ground. Apparently they have someone they'd like to partner you with for the day." Kester saluted while answering with a prompt "Yes sir!".
After being pointed in the right direction Kester began his hike up a long set of stairs towards the higher levels of the base. The staircase never seemed to end, though with Kester's stamina it didn't seem to make a difference. The base was abuzz with excitement, marines running up and down the stairs, passing him quickly, clearly with assigned jobs to do. Kester couldn't believe how busy the base was, he'd never been to a spot quite so full of movement. He'd heard stories from his grandfather of course, but they couldn't really compare to what he was experiencing.
Finally reaching the top of the stairs Kester continued his walk down the pathway past the whitewashed buildings, taking two lefts and then a right as directed until he stood in a medium sized courtyard. The courtyard was primarily dirt, with tufts of grass clinging to survival. The area clearly got a lot of use, as evidenced by the mass of footprints, and gouges of dirt missing.
Unlatching his sword from his back Kester leaned it up against a whitewashed wall, and then sat against the wall, his head between his knees. Practicing his breathing Kester sunk into his own little world. If his supposed sparring partner showed up he'd see the odd sight of a five and a half foot broadsword leaning against a wall, while its master sat with his head between his knees as if he was asleep.
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