Sigh, I'm sad I haven't been around to post. Btw, you're getting better Sketch, much better. :)
Anyways, I'm going to try and post today if I can get around my assignment. Lub u all! <3
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The morning was as hectic as the day before. Viktor was up long before first light, lazily dressing himself, preparing that day's daytime meal, and so forth. Today was evaluation and basic training. As Viktor passed by the other officers, he gave each one a friendly smile and a "Good morning" or "Ready for today?". The other officers grumbled or ignored Viktor, hardly any of them very fond of his cheery demeanor. Viktor shrugged his shoulders and continued towards the 3DMG simulation structures; the broad wooden poles towering over the grounds. Viktor smiled, the sight of the frame made him reminisce of the good days, granted that he was a complete failure at first. A few other officers came in behind him, as they were also handlers for the equipment and cables. They were all from the Survey Corps, but not from the same squad as Viktor, since none of them even bothered to acknowledge his presence. "Yikes, tough crowd." Thought Viktor, cleaning of his monocle on his shirt. He would hopefully be of more assistance than these dead beats at least, and possibly more forgiving than Zachary; but not so much as to baby the cadets. Viktor stood attention, eyes straight forward, legs apart, and hands behind his back, ready for the evaluation to begin.
Gooooood morning my darlings! I have returned from my adventures and am now free to post again!
I AIN'T HAVING THIS SHIT IN MY HOUSE! NUH UH! YOU BEST BELIEVE I WILL PUT MAH FOOT DOWN, I AM THE LAW!
Viktor moved stealthily, weaving between tables and the backs of young cadets, he barely brushed against either thanks to his lanky build. He was given the short end of his genetics. His brother blessed with strength and size, his sister blessed with beauty and health and generous "proportions", and Viktor... was apparently unlucky. All he had was his personality, his skills, and his height; but it wasn't that bad. The hand that was dealt to him by the dealer of life was built up, not given.
Viktor took a step forward but quickly retracted it as some blurry object whizzed by not to far from his path. His eyes didn't catch the action, but he definitely caught the after effects. A young cadet was laughing, clearly pleased with what he had done. Viktor traced the projectile to a bright red head, with a vegetable chunk embedded in the tangled mess. "Isra..." He recalled the cheery young man's name. Viktor sighed, disappointed in the level of maturity that these recruits had was below the usual average. As he turned to confront the troublesome cadet, a blurry mass whizzed through the air, audibly splashing onto the instigator's laughing face. Viktor laughed internally before turning to see that Isra had retaliated, brandishing a smile equal to that of his attacker.
Viktor stood back, he wanted to see where this went. Although he was a little offended and saddened that his cooking was used as cannon fodder, he wanted to test cadets. Although he could already tell that they didn't know their place. The cadet that started the battle-- whom Viktor knew not his name-- murmured something, clearly plotting revenge, especially with a smile like that. This was a mistake, thought Viktor.
"Food Fight!"
By the grace of the three walls, he can't be serious.
But he was.
And heis.
Viktor slid into position as the cadet grabbed fistfuls of stew and catapulted them towards his initial victim. By now other recruits began to notice the commotion and got excited. This isn't the kind of surprise Viktor wanted; he supposed he should have been more careful about what he wished for.
With near impossible precision and speed, Viktor stretched out his arms to catch the globs of projectile stew into empty bowls he picked up; each impact spilling the previous contents onto the floor.
"ATTENTION!" Viktor roared tossing the bowls aside; his sharp eyes dead set on the troublemaker. He waited for silence to sink in, nice and slow-like, before he began, "May I remind you recruits, that you're still here on condition. Reckless, disrespectful and immature behavior will not be tolerated under any circumstance." Viktor paced the messhall, closing the gap between him and the cadet, one step at a time. He wasn't yelling but his voice was loud and it rumbled like thunder; his face wasn't red, nor did it show emotion, but it did reflect authority and discipline. Viktor continued, scanning the sea of faces, "If you think you can do as you please here, you will learn swiftly that we of the Training Corps do not close our doors for reasons other than shortage in troops." He stopped behind the cadet, without even turning around or looking at him Viktor scowled "Know your place cadets. You all stepped into the belly of the beast long before you thought you would." Viktor let the words sink in before walking away. This could have gone better, he thought to himself.
Viktor took a step forward but quickly retracted it as some blurry object whizzed by not to far from his path. His eyes didn't catch the action, but he definitely caught the after effects. A young cadet was laughing, clearly pleased with what he had done. Viktor traced the projectile to a bright red head, with a vegetable chunk embedded in the tangled mess. "Isra..." He recalled the cheery young man's name. Viktor sighed, disappointed in the level of maturity that these recruits had was below the usual average. As he turned to confront the troublesome cadet, a blurry mass whizzed through the air, audibly splashing onto the instigator's laughing face. Viktor laughed internally before turning to see that Isra had retaliated, brandishing a smile equal to that of his attacker.
Viktor stood back, he wanted to see where this went. Although he was a little offended and saddened that his cooking was used as cannon fodder, he wanted to test cadets. Although he could already tell that they didn't know their place. The cadet that started the battle-- whom Viktor knew not his name-- murmured something, clearly plotting revenge, especially with a smile like that. This was a mistake, thought Viktor.
"Food Fight!"
By the grace of the three walls, he can't be serious.
But he was.
And heis.
Viktor slid into position as the cadet grabbed fistfuls of stew and catapulted them towards his initial victim. By now other recruits began to notice the commotion and got excited. This isn't the kind of surprise Viktor wanted; he supposed he should have been more careful about what he wished for.
With near impossible precision and speed, Viktor stretched out his arms to catch the globs of projectile stew into empty bowls he picked up; each impact spilling the previous contents onto the floor.
"ATTENTION!" Viktor roared tossing the bowls aside; his sharp eyes dead set on the troublemaker. He waited for silence to sink in, nice and slow-like, before he began, "May I remind you recruits, that you're still here on condition. Reckless, disrespectful and immature behavior will not be tolerated under any circumstance." Viktor paced the messhall, closing the gap between him and the cadet, one step at a time. He wasn't yelling but his voice was loud and it rumbled like thunder; his face wasn't red, nor did it show emotion, but it did reflect authority and discipline. Viktor continued, scanning the sea of faces, "If you think you can do as you please here, you will learn swiftly that we of the Training Corps do not close our doors for reasons other than shortage in troops." He stopped behind the cadet, without even turning around or looking at him Viktor scowled "Know your place cadets. You all stepped into the belly of the beast long before you thought you would." Viktor let the words sink in before walking away. This could have gone better, he thought to himself.
Only caused you asked senpai. But I need to deal with this hooligan afterwards >:(
I wish I could go full retard on my posts, but I promised to only interact unless asked to, or fufil certain duties as an officer. Misconduct, however, I can go crazy, so expect me to come up to you Mr. Shadow, becuas Viktor has the eyes of a hawk >:)
Yes, they are VERY eeeeevil~! MUAHAHAHAh!
Lets keep this role play moving, we have some awesome scenarios to get to!
Viktor smiled at each face as they passed by, noting certain features. Until an unusually bright young man approached him, and as Viktor filled his bowl, the young man thrust his hand forward, "Hi! Isra Aceline, nice to meet you! Thank you for the food, it looks delicious!". Viktor blinked for a moment, without losing his smile he merely returned the tray in the boy's outstretched hand, "Thank you mister Aceline, I'm glad that you think so." Viktor smile grew softerat the boy's kind worlds. He bowed his head allowing the boy to move on.
Viktor couldn't help but smile to himself. It was such a minor thing, but it was nice to be complimented directly.
He continued to serve the trainees for a while until another officer came up to him. It was the inspector again, his face was a little red and his hair was a tad rustled. "Vice chief, sir..." The inspector took a moment to catch his breath, Viktor merely kept filling bowls without looking, "May I help you inspector?" Viktor was a bit curious why the young officer had come to him at this moment. Catching his breath, the officer finally spoke, " Vice chief, I wanted to formally apologize for today, and-" Viktor handed the officer a bowl, cutting him off, "Oh there's no need inspector, it was not your fault and you shouldn't feel guilty in the slightest." Viktor smiled warmly at the officer, who stared dumbfounded, jaw hanging slightly open. Viktor went back to serving trainees for a moment before the young man started again, "B-but I do feel responsible in some aspect, at least let me do something for you so we can call it even." Viktor shook his head, feeling a little annoyed. "I'm saying that we were never uneven. You don't need to do anything to make up for nothing." Viktor was getting a tad irritated at the boy's persistence but remained composed. "But I don't feel even! Please sir, at least... at least let me serve so you may take a break!" The young officer shoved the bowl Viktor had gave him back into his hands and drove Viktor out from behind the serving station. Viktor blinked for a moment, and sighed, "You're lucky I'm a pushover, inspector." Viktor smiled and walked away, while the young officer took over where he had left off.
Viktor wouldn't rest of course, instead he would keep watch over the mess hall, he needed to do something to keep from going mad from boredom. He took a sip from the bowl, carefully tilting it so not to get any stew on his mustache. Viktor's eyes lazily scanned the room, watching over the new cadets peacefully chatting or eating to their heart's content. It was enough to make Viktor reminisce of his trainee days, of his friends that he studied with, his rivals that he challenged... These three years were to be memorable. Memorable in a good way; not what Zachary Smith had in mind. Viktor would have to make sure there were some who left this place with a good memory.
Viktor couldn't help but smile to himself. It was such a minor thing, but it was nice to be complimented directly.
He continued to serve the trainees for a while until another officer came up to him. It was the inspector again, his face was a little red and his hair was a tad rustled. "Vice chief, sir..." The inspector took a moment to catch his breath, Viktor merely kept filling bowls without looking, "May I help you inspector?" Viktor was a bit curious why the young officer had come to him at this moment. Catching his breath, the officer finally spoke, " Vice chief, I wanted to formally apologize for today, and-" Viktor handed the officer a bowl, cutting him off, "Oh there's no need inspector, it was not your fault and you shouldn't feel guilty in the slightest." Viktor smiled warmly at the officer, who stared dumbfounded, jaw hanging slightly open. Viktor went back to serving trainees for a moment before the young man started again, "B-but I do feel responsible in some aspect, at least let me do something for you so we can call it even." Viktor shook his head, feeling a little annoyed. "I'm saying that we were never uneven. You don't need to do anything to make up for nothing." Viktor was getting a tad irritated at the boy's persistence but remained composed. "But I don't feel even! Please sir, at least... at least let me serve so you may take a break!" The young officer shoved the bowl Viktor had gave him back into his hands and drove Viktor out from behind the serving station. Viktor blinked for a moment, and sighed, "You're lucky I'm a pushover, inspector." Viktor smiled and walked away, while the young officer took over where he had left off.
Viktor wouldn't rest of course, instead he would keep watch over the mess hall, he needed to do something to keep from going mad from boredom. He took a sip from the bowl, carefully tilting it so not to get any stew on his mustache. Viktor's eyes lazily scanned the room, watching over the new cadets peacefully chatting or eating to their heart's content. It was enough to make Viktor reminisce of his trainee days, of his friends that he studied with, his rivals that he challenged... These three years were to be memorable. Memorable in a good way; not what Zachary Smith had in mind. Viktor would have to make sure there were some who left this place with a good memory.
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