C.H.I.M.E.R.A. Corps. Rest & Revelations! Mar 12, 2015 17:06:53 GMT -5
Post by Vio on Mar 12, 2015 17:06:53 GMT -5
Little more than a couple of days had passed since the C.H.I.M.E.R.A Corps had returned to G-6 of the Lanza Island Chain, having returned from their first official assault upon the island known as the Pirate's Market. Since then, little had really happened, the hundred or so individuals that formed the ranks of the crew having simply passed the time as they awaited new orders from upon high. Warrant Officer Mari Anette was no exception to that rule, though she had at least made use of the time provided in as many ways as she could. After all, she really disliked doing nothing, always able to fill the time one way or another. Stricken by a rather powerful instance of the common cold, the girl had suffered for several says before finally managing to shrug off the illness, partly thanks to the scientific expertise of Flynn Toctic. But there was no cure for the cold, only ways to help lessen the impact it had. Still, she was healthy again, having recently been investing a lot of her time into crafting the latest member of her own team; the durable shield-bearing marionette known as Teak.
I'll finish you soon enough, Teak, but you keep wearing down the blade... Currently, the cherry blossom-haired girl sat in the mess hall - Mahogani by her side as per usual - enjoying her lunchtime meal. A dish of steam-cooked rice with chicken fillets, drizzled in a hot and spicy sauce, and accompanied by a couple of bread rolls. Nothing too fancy, but certainly a delicious meal that she was enjoying, even if the chef had been rather worried about her choices. Still, the young marine was quite content sitting in silence, still getting used to the adjustments made to her uniform by the rather thrifty Ensign Alyss Shuman. What was formerly a standard uniform was now looking somewhat more attractive and unique, conforming to her body, but not so much as to make her feel embarrassed or overly self-conscious. A white shirt with short sleeves, banded with elastic at the cuffs to hold to her upper arms, was marked upon the back by the vivid seagull insignia of the World Government's chief military force, and upon the shoulders and arms with coloured stripes. Typical blue trousers were replaced with jeans of that were not too baggy, yet allowed her skin to breathe, similar in design to the dungarees she would usually be clad in. Black boots were instead replaced with white ones, while her neck was adorned with a small scarf much like those worn by the seamen. Of course, as similar as it seemed to the standard marine uniforms, there was one important thing to differentiate her from the rest. All the blue was instead pink: the jeans, the shoulders, the scarf and even the seagull.
"Hey, Leshy! Is it true she punched a pirate into the ground with that huge doll?" asked an unfamiliar voice, the deep and rough rumble of a burly CPO who sat on the same table as both the Warrant Officer and her own subordinate. Indeed, the gentleman seemed to have directed his question towards Brennan Lesovik, the second-in-command of the teenager's fire-team who wore an impressively wild tangle of brown hair on his face. Tensing slightly at the fact that she had become the topic of a conversation she was not a part of, Mari nervously cast a glance across the table towards the calm fellow with blue-green eyes, a confident smile upon his face. If only she had that sort of capability as a leader.
"Yes, it's true. Warrant Officer Anette is quite a capable girl when she's pulling the strings." His response smooth and light, one could tell that Mister Lesovik was quite at home with his comrades, both subordinate and superior. And yet, by order of the Captain, he was to listen to her every order. Of course, the mousy maiden trusted him with any task, much preferring to listen to the advice he had to give her than trying to boss him around. Sometimes it made her wonder whether or not she really deserved the rank she had been given. Technically, she was not even eligible to be a soldier due to age constraints, but that had not stopped HQ from recognising her talents. It seemed the military was valuing strength and potential a lot more these days, though she did not understand what the reason behind that was. All she knew, all she cared for, was the fact that she was following in the footsteps of her grandfather.
"Heh. Can I try some of that?" Mari froze, her fork halfway between carrying a small piece of chicken from her plate to her mouth. Rosé hues glanced up and to her left, the large man now having turned his attentions from her CPO and to the young woman herself. All of a sudden, she felt rather small, eyes shifting to Brennan for signs of support. He took note of the look on her face, responding to her unasked question with a smile. Somehow, it boosted the youth's confidence, allowing her to to relax somewhat and speak quiet words. It was not that the unknown man was intimidating, though his size seemed to say so. More so the fact thatshe was a shy girl by nature, feeling uncomfortable when any sort of pressure was placed upon her and her alone. In her mind, she shook her head, telling herself not to think like that. She was never alone.
"Um. Sure... B-but it's spicy..." A fair warning given, even if the environment itself had enough ambient noise to drown out the sound of her own voice in her ears, but she was certain the CPO had heard it. Slowly, she twisted the fork in her hand and offered the grip to him, making sure to keep the smothered sliver of poultry held over the dish to avoid the sauce from dripping onto the table. Sure enough, the burly fellow accepted it with a grin.
"Thanks. Don't worry, though. I'm sure I can handle it if you can!" In what she supposed to be 'manly' fashion, the male marine took the chicken into his mouth, his jaws making quick work of the delicate serving before he swallowed it down. For a moment, he seemed to raise an eyebrow as if curious as to the flavour, but what was one raised brow soon turned to two. In an impressive and startling display of speed, the gentleman dropped the fork upon the table and hopped out of his seat, coughing wildly and fanning his gaping maw in a frenzy with both hands. Again, she felt rather small, this time out of a strange sense of failure. The pallid puppeteer had tried to warn him of the fiery flavour, one which she seemed to be able to take with no trouble, but he had not listened. He reached for a glass of water. Eyes widened as she realised yet another mistake on the man's behalf, shakily raising a hand in protest, but otherwise failing to sputter out any words of warning. Others watched, some giggled, one or two on the next table stared at her with shock.
"Hoth! Hoth! Wahta! Wahta! ...GAAAAHAARGH!" Now hopping frantically on the spot, innumerable pairs of eyes drawn to the commotion, the apparently tough-looking titan now seemed not-so-tough in comparison to the teenage girl. Miss Anette was, quite frankly, concerned. Beside her, Mahogani's head bowed slightly in disappointment. This was certainly turning out to be an interesting day already, it seemed. Certainly not what the puppeteer in pink had expected. All of a sudden, she was not so hungry as before, averting her eyes from the table and looking towards her carven comrade. The puppet seemed to sit there quite contently, an uneaten bread roll sitting on the table before her, level with unblinking amber eyes.
I wish you really could talk back to me, Mahogani... I'd love to hear your own voice... Smiling softly at the regal redwood, Mari gently brushed the wooden woman's arm with the backs of her fingers, feeling the smooth and cool surface of the evenly lacquered wood that formed her. It was unusual that a marionette so familiar to her, one that was intertwined with nearly every memory she had, could also be so mysterious. The richly coloured body, the soft sheen of the wood from whence she had been born. The vivid lavender linen of the saya at her side, the bright red cord for luck. Of course, the most immaculate of features was her face; painted a pure white with traces of rose red blush upon the cheeks, accented by those fiery amber eyes. So finely crafted, and yet so enigmatic. Mahogani. Hickori. Eboni. What was so special about these three marionettes that had earned the collective title of the 'Masquerades'? Where were the other two of the set? These were questions that had remained prevalent in her mind since she first laid eyes upon that old photograph. A chill ran down her spine. Did she really want to know the answers?
I guess we should go back to the others? Slipping from her seat, the cautious carpenter took up Mahogani in her arms, making sure to pick up the bread roll as well and holding it in her mouth as she left the scene. Indeed, she tried to steer clear of getting too involved with the strange goings on about her. The one marine was now being carried off on a stretcher by a couple of medics, his mouth practically smoking and body twitching, while another pair of officials across the hall spoke to one of the chefs. Out of the mess hall she went, steadily following the halls of the mountainous fortress back towards the large courtyard that sat between facilities. She had to admit, this was the only route she felt safe about taking, the entirety of the base seeming like a gargantuan labyrinth of laboratories and other such buildings, ninety percent of which were built into the rock itself...~~~~~
Meanwhile, the towering form of Vice Admiral Wermengard sat at his new desk, awaiting the arrival of Captain Toctic. The look on his face was rather atypical of the man himself, showing a strange concern as he looked down at an assortment of files spread out unevenly upon his desk. A lot had happened in recent weeks, too much for any one man to keep track of, but the news was generally rather mixed. In particular, he wished to discuss these things with the silver-haired cyborg, part out of necessity, but also out of worry. Deep, dark eyes swept across the open folder before him, reading the name again and again in his mind until he actually started to whisper it under his breath. Quite simply, the normally fearless fellow was a little hesitant. There was good news, most definitely, but there was also plenty of bad news to dish out as well.
"Gepetto. I can't believe just how divided your family's become," he muttered to himself, flipping closed two open documents with his hand before clenching his fist and closing his eyes. He very nearly slammed his fist into the desk, but the mustachioed man managed to restrain himself before doing so. Instead he opened his eyes and, in his deep and booming voice, he said; "Hurry up, boyo! I haven't got all day!"Mari Anette (ff55ff)
Brennan Lesovik (55ffff)