Persephone has been spaced out ever since they had her hija taken from her. Not that she doesn’t appreciate the new everything else (especially the new armor and guns). On the contrary, she was very thankful for almost all of the new items. It is just that she felt absolutely naked and weak without her melee weapon. The separation was… anxiety ridden, to say the least. She felt as if she had been stripped of what she is, and what she is capable of. She and her fellow Wisps are exiles from their own selves, now that they’ve lost their hijas. Then again, her mind is somewhere else because of that hallucinogenic plant leaves that that she bought at one point. Persephone has been re-wrapping and adding these things to her lho sticks and her muddled mind, as well as her cultural indoctrinations, made her more than happy to share it to her peers. Needless to say, it was a subjectively good high that may or may not be helping her objectively cope with reality. The rest of the Wisps were happy enough to let her be, though. They all understood what she was going through because they are going through it as well. Not to mention that they also would rather deal with a high and slightly incoherent person instead of a volatile one.
As she huffed and puffed on her new distraction, Taiel comes over and hands her a drink. “My treat,” he tells her almost apologetically, if not for the dopey grin on his face. Persephone responds with her own doped up grin and the two gave a toast for their new and totally unwelcomed existence. Marco hears the high-pitched clinking of their mugs and felt excluded. He decided to remedy this by literally scuttling over on all fours and taking a small rock to use as a mug before demanding for another toast that would include him. Taiel just shrugged, chuckled, and took his offer before Persephone was able to process what the hell just happened and what she just witnessed, before doing the same. The three, now unidentified, Wisps drank till they dropped around their own little campfire while the smoke of the drug escaped their lips and the smiles on their faces almost convinced them that everything was fine.
The very next day, all the Guardsmen were mobilized and ordered to board a frigate. The Wisps did not take the enclosed space as well as they expected themselves to be. It was odd, being in an enclosed space but not feeling safe at all. Supposedly, this is supposed to be like a safety fortress for them, sans being in the sky, but it was not. It felt… unstable, uncalculated, random. Dangerous.
Regardless of how they felt about it, they still boarded it and uneasily made themselves comfortable in their new beds. They also seemed to be sharing their space with a relatively unknown regiment as well. Not that they minded, they just hoped that the other guys won’t give them trouble, or hope to the Emperor that they are not some guys from the Penal Legion regardless of how farfetched that is.
Persephone had settled her few belongings underneath her cot that was adjacent to Marco’s own and she decided to take the cot nearer to a wall from preference. Taiel took the next next cot which was somewhat separate from the two and felt a little disappointed that their odd number therefore essentially excluded him.
”Can I not sleep with any of you?” Taiel asked in an almost meek tone. ”No,” responded Marco. ”You will try to slither under Persy’s blankets like the snake that you are, the burly man added. Taiel responded with a pout before trying to make a pathetic expression on his face in hopes of getting what he wants. ”But… Marco, I do not discriminate between sexes,” the wiry man said in a pleading tone. ”I just want to feel included. I feel so alone in this bed. So big… and so cold… Yours is warmer, more inviting. I would not mind sleeping next to you if Persy is not comfortable.”
At this point, Persephone could no longer hold back her tears and laughter and ended up bursting into a laughing fit that made her snort with every inhale, and curl to her stomach. After she had finally settled down, she sighs and smiles at the two who had been watching her with amused fascination for the past few minutes. ”All right you children. You can sleep together for all I care. I will be the adult here and take the loooonely cot,” Persephone states while she transfers her duffle bag of belongings underneath the next bed.
If one can read a situation like an accurate story, it would be that the two men who are fighting for the only woman’s attention had just equally lost. They both felt so defeated that they decided to sleep next to each other as Persephone had told them. It was another day of loss for the both of them. One could almost read their audible sighs as a “Well fuck. Guess I tried but that sucked.”
Hours passed since they’ve boarded and made themselves comfortable. The three Wisps’ somber expressions would seep through their smiles, if one looks close enough, as they attempt to mingle with the rest of their new company as a show of solidarity and willingness to cooperate. Persephone was, as expected, was high at this point. Thankfully, she was only high enough to have a mellower demeanor than her more base and volatile one. But eventually mingling can only do so much so the three of them regrouped and incidentally met with Ninke [@agentmanatee]. Persephone presented a baked grin to Ninke and approached her with an arm at a ready to give her a half-hug of sorts.
”NEW FRIEND!” Persephone bellowed as a greeting. ”I have been looking for youuuu~” she says in a sing-song manner while nuzzling her. ”Here have some happiness,” she says as she offers Ninke a drag on her modded lho stick. Regardless of whether or not Ninke takes it, she would continue to smile as they settle to their own little corner where they pretty much had another mini pot session where Persephone was mainly the one taking a drag for the most of them.
As the little nicotine stick turned sour for the lips, so did the topic that had been pursued. Ninke asked "…vhat exactly was the difference between your old knives und our new vons? Zese are quite nice..." It seemed that the Sergeant unintentionally opened a sore topic for the Wisps and their expressions turned visibly sour. In response, Persephone reached in one of her pockets and lit another modified lho stick, took a few deep and heartfelt drags, and smacked her lips before responding. ”These… ice picks are too small, to light, too… fragile. It’s also meaningless to us. It does not tell us what we are capable of. It cannot show what we have and can achieve. We do not know who these things are to us, and we are a stranger to it as it is to us. Therefore it cannot protect me. We now have less means of protection beyond the Emperor. Do you understand?”
Taiel and Marco nodded in agreement and left it at that for the time being. They couldn’t find it in themselves to berate an outsider of their culture because they’ve seen that they do not hold their weapons as highly as they usually would. It was an acceptable culture, but it is not one that they would like to partake in. For people like them that held their material culture close to their identity, it was almost unfathomable for someone to head into battle with a weapon that they cannot control or completely rely on. But, trying to become good natured and cohesive members of their new company, they let the offense slip, as it was fully unintentional. Instead, they went back to their initial jovial mood once Marco slipped a clearly horrible pun.
An assembly was called out a little later. Their large common area was slowly, but surely, being filled by multiple men, women, and abhumans. As it got crowded, Taiel continued to talk to his new acquaintances before he caught sight of a few familiar faces that he called out to his fellow Wisps when he met up with them. Some of these familiar faces would be that crazed militiaman that they had almost assassinated, the abhuman beast man that was definitely unique and therefore hard to forget, little Ninke, and the Cadian woman.
Eventually, a man by the name of Captain Rochus introduced themselves as the company’s new CO as well as a former Steel Legionnaire. The Wisps and their new found acquaintances shared a glance with each other and silently agreed that the man is more than capable to lead them, considering his old position. His smooth voice demanded respect so far, and they responded in kind through clapping by the end of his speech. Persephone at the very least expected that the event would end normally, that was, until they were told to head to the Colonel’s office by the end of the speech. The three shifted uneasily in their posts and waited for their dispersal. While they were interested in asking a few more things, they still could not help but think into the implications of being called into the Colonel’s office. The sudden call-out was definitely an effective sobering agent, and since they were not in the healthiest of emotional states from the loss of their hijas, the three could not help but think of negative outcomes. Persephone herself took a deep breath before heading out of the crowd, leading the two other men in tow with her.
Upon arriving in the Colonel's office [@Jbcool], the three Wisps gave him an aquilla all the while avoiding eye contact and also hiding their worried feelings from surfacing on their face.
"Permission to speak, Sir?" Persephone asked in a concerned tone.
@Hank@Rultaos@NecroKnight@Dannyrulx@agentmanatee@Jbcool@Bright_Ops@Andreyich
As she huffed and puffed on her new distraction, Taiel comes over and hands her a drink. “My treat,” he tells her almost apologetically, if not for the dopey grin on his face. Persephone responds with her own doped up grin and the two gave a toast for their new and totally unwelcomed existence. Marco hears the high-pitched clinking of their mugs and felt excluded. He decided to remedy this by literally scuttling over on all fours and taking a small rock to use as a mug before demanding for another toast that would include him. Taiel just shrugged, chuckled, and took his offer before Persephone was able to process what the hell just happened and what she just witnessed, before doing the same. The three, now unidentified, Wisps drank till they dropped around their own little campfire while the smoke of the drug escaped their lips and the smiles on their faces almost convinced them that everything was fine.
The very next day, all the Guardsmen were mobilized and ordered to board a frigate. The Wisps did not take the enclosed space as well as they expected themselves to be. It was odd, being in an enclosed space but not feeling safe at all. Supposedly, this is supposed to be like a safety fortress for them, sans being in the sky, but it was not. It felt… unstable, uncalculated, random. Dangerous.
Regardless of how they felt about it, they still boarded it and uneasily made themselves comfortable in their new beds. They also seemed to be sharing their space with a relatively unknown regiment as well. Not that they minded, they just hoped that the other guys won’t give them trouble, or hope to the Emperor that they are not some guys from the Penal Legion regardless of how farfetched that is.
Persephone had settled her few belongings underneath her cot that was adjacent to Marco’s own and she decided to take the cot nearer to a wall from preference. Taiel took the next next cot which was somewhat separate from the two and felt a little disappointed that their odd number therefore essentially excluded him.
”Can I not sleep with any of you?” Taiel asked in an almost meek tone. ”No,” responded Marco. ”You will try to slither under Persy’s blankets like the snake that you are, the burly man added. Taiel responded with a pout before trying to make a pathetic expression on his face in hopes of getting what he wants. ”But… Marco, I do not discriminate between sexes,” the wiry man said in a pleading tone. ”I just want to feel included. I feel so alone in this bed. So big… and so cold… Yours is warmer, more inviting. I would not mind sleeping next to you if Persy is not comfortable.”
At this point, Persephone could no longer hold back her tears and laughter and ended up bursting into a laughing fit that made her snort with every inhale, and curl to her stomach. After she had finally settled down, she sighs and smiles at the two who had been watching her with amused fascination for the past few minutes. ”All right you children. You can sleep together for all I care. I will be the adult here and take the loooonely cot,” Persephone states while she transfers her duffle bag of belongings underneath the next bed.
If one can read a situation like an accurate story, it would be that the two men who are fighting for the only woman’s attention had just equally lost. They both felt so defeated that they decided to sleep next to each other as Persephone had told them. It was another day of loss for the both of them. One could almost read their audible sighs as a “Well fuck. Guess I tried but that sucked.”
Hours passed since they’ve boarded and made themselves comfortable. The three Wisps’ somber expressions would seep through their smiles, if one looks close enough, as they attempt to mingle with the rest of their new company as a show of solidarity and willingness to cooperate. Persephone was, as expected, was high at this point. Thankfully, she was only high enough to have a mellower demeanor than her more base and volatile one. But eventually mingling can only do so much so the three of them regrouped and incidentally met with Ninke [@agentmanatee]. Persephone presented a baked grin to Ninke and approached her with an arm at a ready to give her a half-hug of sorts.
”NEW FRIEND!” Persephone bellowed as a greeting. ”I have been looking for youuuu~” she says in a sing-song manner while nuzzling her. ”Here have some happiness,” she says as she offers Ninke a drag on her modded lho stick. Regardless of whether or not Ninke takes it, she would continue to smile as they settle to their own little corner where they pretty much had another mini pot session where Persephone was mainly the one taking a drag for the most of them.
As the little nicotine stick turned sour for the lips, so did the topic that had been pursued. Ninke asked "…vhat exactly was the difference between your old knives und our new vons? Zese are quite nice..." It seemed that the Sergeant unintentionally opened a sore topic for the Wisps and their expressions turned visibly sour. In response, Persephone reached in one of her pockets and lit another modified lho stick, took a few deep and heartfelt drags, and smacked her lips before responding. ”These… ice picks are too small, to light, too… fragile. It’s also meaningless to us. It does not tell us what we are capable of. It cannot show what we have and can achieve. We do not know who these things are to us, and we are a stranger to it as it is to us. Therefore it cannot protect me. We now have less means of protection beyond the Emperor. Do you understand?”
Taiel and Marco nodded in agreement and left it at that for the time being. They couldn’t find it in themselves to berate an outsider of their culture because they’ve seen that they do not hold their weapons as highly as they usually would. It was an acceptable culture, but it is not one that they would like to partake in. For people like them that held their material culture close to their identity, it was almost unfathomable for someone to head into battle with a weapon that they cannot control or completely rely on. But, trying to become good natured and cohesive members of their new company, they let the offense slip, as it was fully unintentional. Instead, they went back to their initial jovial mood once Marco slipped a clearly horrible pun.
An assembly was called out a little later. Their large common area was slowly, but surely, being filled by multiple men, women, and abhumans. As it got crowded, Taiel continued to talk to his new acquaintances before he caught sight of a few familiar faces that he called out to his fellow Wisps when he met up with them. Some of these familiar faces would be that crazed militiaman that they had almost assassinated, the abhuman beast man that was definitely unique and therefore hard to forget, little Ninke, and the Cadian woman.
Eventually, a man by the name of Captain Rochus introduced themselves as the company’s new CO as well as a former Steel Legionnaire. The Wisps and their new found acquaintances shared a glance with each other and silently agreed that the man is more than capable to lead them, considering his old position. His smooth voice demanded respect so far, and they responded in kind through clapping by the end of his speech. Persephone at the very least expected that the event would end normally, that was, until they were told to head to the Colonel’s office by the end of the speech. The three shifted uneasily in their posts and waited for their dispersal. While they were interested in asking a few more things, they still could not help but think into the implications of being called into the Colonel’s office. The sudden call-out was definitely an effective sobering agent, and since they were not in the healthiest of emotional states from the loss of their hijas, the three could not help but think of negative outcomes. Persephone herself took a deep breath before heading out of the crowd, leading the two other men in tow with her.
Upon arriving in the Colonel's office [@Jbcool], the three Wisps gave him an aquilla all the while avoiding eye contact and also hiding their worried feelings from surfacing on their face.
"Permission to speak, Sir?" Persephone asked in a concerned tone.
@Hank@Rultaos@NecroKnight@Dannyrulx@agentmanatee@Jbcool@Bright_Ops@Andreyich
