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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2018 20:20:36 GMT -6
esmae | vagabond | vindicator | Specialist  ❝ Peering into her near-empty saddlebag, Esmae felt her heart sink her chest. It had become lighter with each passing day, filled with various items. Picking up a crumpled pouch with her warm yellow teke, she tossed it back and forth, judging its weight. Hesitantly pulling back the drawstrings, she peeked into the pouch. It was worse than she thought. Back in Serora, one only had to only exchange wanted items for something in return. Usually labor or materials, and so on. Shards were mostly never used except at the trading docks or ports. It had come as a rude awakening to the mare, seeing how little she had. Then again, all of the Vindicators were frugal with their belongings. She fit right in, didn’t she? Sitting on her cot, she dropped the small pouch back into her saddlebag with a heavy sigh. It wasn’t like she could hire a mercenary. Traveling nowadays was dangerous. Especially alone. Whether it be thieves, slavers, or even other wild creatures. Glancing up at the dark walls, her gaze dropped towards the common area. Once she had managed to return from one of her own missions, there had been plenty of patients for her to take care of. Come to think of it, she hadn’t had time to actually breathe in a long while now. Raking her gaze across the mingling Vindicators, she mulled over her options. Esmae could always grab a spare soldier and drag them along but who? Many of those she knew were busy, per usual. Either out on missions, recovering, or simply helping out around the Bunker. Shrugging on her bag, she went out to the common floor. Weapons were stacked on racks next to the walls, giving the room a wide space to train. Casting a look over her shoulder, she headed down to the second floor which held a more hospitable common area. Peeking her head in, she decided to take a look around. Anyone? No one? She pondered, furrowing her brow. Taking a couple paces forward, she managed to ram into another equine. Whipping her head to the side at the impact, startled, she blinked wide-eyed as she came face to face with a quite familiar unicorn. “You!” Esmae gasped, recognizing the soldier. Leaning abnormally closer, her eyes sparkled as she chirped with a smile across her features. “You’re just the person I’m looking for. Are you just so happen to be free today?"POST I ● word count 406 |
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Post by hey-stardust on Dec 27, 2018 6:31:16 GMT -6
 SIRIN | VAGABOND | SOLDIER
Oh, this careless ground, guessing this is home now,
in no man's land, at least we're still standing.
With the Vindicators last successful raid, the Bunker had become uncomfortably close to overrun, not unlike a rabbit warren with numerous toddlers strewn about the halls and getting under your feet. As their numbers grew, Sirin's willingness to remain underground soon dwindled down into single digits.
In an effort to avoid what could be considered peak hour traffic, the soldier had started to take on additional shifts to escape the confines of their overworked shelter and remain outside, guarding the entrance and facing the bitter cold alone over pressing close to a crowded fire and becoming overwhelmed by the noise.
---Irritated and returning from an abruptly short shift, Sirin had just shaken the snow from her hide and was about to unbuckle her sword from her side - only to have someone do exactly what she had been trying to steer clear of this entire time, running smack bang into company.
"You again-" She began abruptly as she recognised the figure, but Esmae cut her off by leaning in uncomfortably close and placing down sudden expectations. As she finished, Sirin was ready to brush the mare off with a simple shrug and turn of the heel, only to recall how well that had worked out the first time she had tried.
"Why?" She grunted, curiousity quietly peaked.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2019 22:55:14 GMT -6
esmae | vagabond | vindicator | Specialist ❝ “Why not?” Esmae replied cheekily. That was probably one of her favorite responses. Tilting her head back to meet her gaze fully, she added, “How you would like to come along with me on a trip?” It was vague but still a genuine offer. A little company couldn’t hurt, right? Not saying that Sirin was little. She was actually quite big. Before her thoughts could venture off any further, she quickly cut herself off. She babbled on by saying, “It’s too cold up here for anything to grow so I was thinking a journey down to Sirith or somewhere warmer at least.” She blinked up at her with a tint of hope in her eyes. It was probably allowed anyway. Going off to gods know where and only leaving a note behind; if anything. Or they would have a lot more Vindicators doing the drudgery work around the Bunker. Besides, with all the new Vindicators rolling in, Esmae supposed she got lucky to find a familiar face. Noticing the small snowflakes that spotted her dark mane, she made a small gesture to it. “You got a little something, y’know, there.” "Hold on-" Reaching up with her warm yellow teke, she gave small pats to the other mare’s braided mane, dusting off some of the snow. Unbothered by her looming presence. “There. Better?”POST II ● word count 222 |
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