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Subject Post 11PostSubject: Re: Formation of the Iron Banner   Sat Oct 15, 2016 12:47 pm




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Verniy kept her silence still, avoiding any conversations that does not involve her or anything that is of an importance. As far as she could see, this is more or less of an ice-breaking between forces that is going to assist the Vastime Nation to expand excluding herself out of the bunch. In that mind of hers, a solid resolve of reliability is the only thing that is nailed each and every moment, unwilling to do anything outside of the task she signed up for unless changes are to be made or conversations become an inevitable part of the process. But she isn't a complete robot for the entire duration of the time.

Well after her entrance, while it didn't provoke much of an aggressive reaction compared to a real grand entrance of flying down from the skies, Verniy still bowed in apology and respect to the Vastimian troops that may have been alerted by that sudden entrance of hers. She couldn't put those apologies to words or expression due to her nature but bowing down is all she could do at the very least. In the environment she grew up in, regardless of status, all are to be equally treated like human beings and that fact doesn't exclude here.

Once she raised from her bow, she returned to her original position, only to see the conversation between a woman, a girl and Hayden close to an end. It was soon after when the Rakshasa's attention was shifted onto Verniy and waved at her.

She didn't know what she meant for waving at her at all since she kept herself silent as a stranger and away from the rest but nevertheless, Verniy awkwardly waved back to the Rakshasa as if she was struggling to determine how or what kind of wave she would do in return. Her face doesn't say it but her body language says it all.

She didn't forget the two other individuals that appeared not too long ago, a girl and a shinigami that she recognizes from a certain forest. All Verniy did was look over at them for a few seconds before moving her attention away from them. It wasn't under the reason that she detests them or anything but for someone who barely even talks in the first place, it wasn't worth the time to strike up a conversation or join them if her only action is going to stand in silence.

Hayden's loud voice soon grabbed her attention during the mention of the Drill Exhibition; a display that is prepared solely for the people that are participating in assistance of Hayden and the Vastime Nation. A sight worth seeing especially with respect, the sound of their steps marching down the road towards them and dressed ever so neatly, just like how she was dressed for this occasion but opposite of its color and design.

Maintaining her stance and distance from where the display should be, it is within a reasonable range for her to see the entire thing clearly without missing a minute detail out of their every movement. Aside of being silent, this is one of the few things that captives her interest of how it would go when it begins. Standing with respect and silence, most of her attention would focus onto the unique 'Vastimian Exhibition Drill' that Hayden wants to show them.



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Subject Post 12PostSubject: Re: Formation of the Iron Banner   Sat Oct 15, 2016 2:17 pm


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Mirja spent a few seconds casting her eyes over the crowd while Henrex reacted with general blade drawing and sharp shuriken. Not that they would bother Mirja in the slightest, even if he threw them all day. And if he did throw some, Mirja could respond by punching him into the stratosphere, so it all worked out pretty well. The gathered persons were many and varied, but Mirja found her eyes drawn most intently to an incredibly cute darling, silent but ominously beautiful. Mirja was smitten - but then Mirja got smitten with stairs if they were sufficently cute, so it was no big deal - and gave a large smile and a wave when the woman looked in their direction. A few others that were around seemed to react to Henrex and Mirja, but the ashen-haired wolf had eyes for only one person.

Well, technically two, as Henrex reminded her of his presence by Flash Stepping away, and exclaiming 'don't touch me'. Hell of a way to thank Mirja for giving him Arianda's location and reccomendation so he could get his demon half under control rather than hiding it from the world like he did. At least, that was the plan, weither it worked out that way or not, she wasn't entirely sure. She'd not been in contact much with her ex-mistress for a while.

Henrex was so cold now, it was like he didn't really love Mirja. Just wanted to spout crap for the sake of spouting crap. Is how Mirja saw the sudden 180 turn, emotionally. Had he actually harbored feelings towards Mirja, he would have.....don't anything other than say don't touch me. It was a surprisingly hostile comment, but not one that bothered Mirja.
"Huh, and here I thought we were getting somewhere. Even Iko wanted me to apologise to you for the whole, claws incident because you are not a bad person. And you know how she is with guys? But, if that's your outlook" She told Henrex, turning from him with a flick of her tail, as if his dismisal was as jarring as a car breaking from 1 mph to 0 mph.


Instead, Mirja walked over to the silent white haired girl. Unaware of nationality, or even race at this moment, Mirja just nodded, gave a warm smile, and stood next to her to watch the Drill. Vastime sounded like an interesting place full of interesting mortals, and she was glad that they were getting back on their feet, militarily speaking. This show of force from the Humans would be turning heads like nobody's business, but not all of those heads would look upon Vastime in a negetive manner. Mirja, was one who was interested positively. She looked to the leader, and waved at him erratically.

"Hey, Big guy!" she exclaimed, before pausing for a moment. The phrase didn't sound exactly right, and a couple of seconds of looking showed why. The man - she had heard someone call him Hayden, with her sharp sharp ears - was not actually that tall. Mirja was a fair few inches over him, even bare foot. But he had a commanding presence that made him look bigger than he actually was. "Umm...Hayden! I'm here to help you guys be awesome!" she exclaimed, her tail swishing excitedly as she waved, a grin on her face that had mirth and madness so perfectly mixed.



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Subject Post 13PostSubject: Re: Formation of the Iron Banner   Sun Oct 16, 2016 10:58 am

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'The Pride of Vastime'

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In light of most things, this was going fairly well.

With Liu and Animum striking up conversation Hayden knew that this would be a reprieve from being questioned any more, with all types of new people arriving he had to make sure not to unintentionally ignore someone least he provokes an angry reaction. Yet, it seemed the group had divulged into speaking to one another rather calmly not making too much noise to disturb the performance that was about to reach them. He supposed that so long as no one was going so far to attempt to murder someone on a day like this, that would make him an unhappy camper.

The answers he provided Animum seem to be satisfactory she seemed to move on to conversing with Liu something he would be paying mild attention to as his eyes flickered across everyone else nearby. He had amassed and attracted such a random group of people that all held the singular goal of helping Vastime, there was a certain amount of pride in his heart as he seemed to just stand a bit straighter. It wasn’t that long ago he stood in the spot of the young ninja Henrex spot. While he knew little of each of the people here, excluding Animum, they were all fresh faced people joining in on the international scale of conflicts. A new age was being ushered in by people like them.

Yet, it seemed some conflict would arise as Hayden watched Henrex become a bit nervous and began to reach towards a weapon- despite the concealed nature of it the eyes of any Vastimian soldier could pick up on the movements. Normally, in a society like Vastime reach for a weapon next to their leader might provoke a violent response one in which they would ask, impolitely, for Henrex to not move a muscle and escort him off the scene. But with the ever watchful eye of Hayden he would simply shake his head as any soldier that might have seen the act carried on about their business.

“Best to practice restraint or tact for occasions such as this; remember where you are and who you are standing with in relation to… who you are.”



The voice that said this was not Hayden’s but a new voice from behind the group- one which Hayden knew very well. If anyone bothered to look around or wait a few moments the voice would make themselves known as they walked forward, what you would see would be a pale skinned man not quite as white as Liu but definitely of some sort of western european descent. His outfit consisted of what appeared to be the ceremonial outfit of an Vastimian Army officer, the variant being mid-grade officer.

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Now that the man was within range of everyone they would see a man who held somewhat soft features, while not as muscular as Hayden from the way his skin was wrapped around his face one could tell he was a very lean individual. He held a sort of calm expression one that betrayed years of experience despite how relatively young he looked, and this was nothing of the spiritual sort the man biologically and time wise was less than thirty years old. The aura around this man if one could sense it would be a cold, unforgiving aura that if someone stood in it too long may get a shiver down their spine- yet despite all this he seemed completely peaceful and even gentlemanly at this moment.
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The man held brown eyes that seemed almost dull yet lively at the same time, as if despite a cold look he held some greater ambition or purpose. His black hair was neatly done within regulation of Vastime, which was a rather loose but he held a professional feel about it. This man clearly was someone important, from the way he spoke in a even voice to that of his More Duck- once hemade his debut a soldier near Hayden went to attention rendering a salute; one which the new man returned before dropping it as the soldier went about his business coordinating what looked to be a civilian.

Hayden however held a warm smile at the man as he gestured to him, he did not have long before the platoon would arrive. So he would make these introductions short.

“This is Atlas D’al Decter, Colonel of 1st Para-Infantry ‘Helltroopers’ Division of the 1st Expeditionary Army ‘The Pride of Vastime.’”


The words left Hayden mouth before the junior officer named Atlas render a sharp salute to Hayden one which Hayden returned in kind; both of their arms at their sides with one hand raised to the brim of each of their covers, or hats you might call them. It seemed something of importance was happening.

“Sir, , Colonel Atlas D’al Decter reporting, permission for 1st Drill Platoon, 1st Company, 1st Battalion, of the 1st Royal Para-infantry regiment, to utilize your drill area for exhibition drill in accordance with Vastimian Drill Conduct 24.5-2?”


“Permission granted Colonel, commence the shock.”


“Thank you Sir.”


With the words being ushered Hayden would drop his crisp salute before performing a movement where his body turned to the right and he walked off the area off to the side, with Atlas standing center stage now the drill platoon had arrived within twenty paces from the Colonel. The quietness of the area was almost deafening save for the soft clack of their heels on the pavement.

“Platoon, Halt!”


The sound of two more steps were heard in unison before their feet slammed together tightly as they all stood still, their rifles resting on their right shoulder in perfectly aligned rows of blue. The men now that they were closer where wearing the field uniform of the Vastimian Army. The uniform consisted of a blue overcoat, with blue trousers, black boots, and a black undershirt beneath all of that; their cover pieces being blue berets that seemed to all bear the same insignia of a cog with a sword thrusting downward.

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Almost on cue of having stood their for a few seconds a command sounded which was ‘Inspection arms’, the first row of men taking two steps forward with the next row taking one step forward and the last row not moving at all. The sounds that were heard were all in unison, the loud snapping of metal as their heels came together was almost mesmerizing before each man brought their rifle from their shoulders in one swift motion gripping the rifles before their right hand came gripping the bolt of their weapon before jerking it back as their heads snapped down checking to make sure they were not loaded. As they all let go of their bolts and the loud snapping noise of the bolt locking in place, they would all look up before bringing their rifles back to right shoulder.

They would hear another command similar to the previous one in which they went back to their original positions as Colonel Decter hawk eyes watched over every movement; his gaze was calm but one could easily see he almost held a bit of pride when it came to the professional display they were exhibiting. Every soldier down their moved with distinct discipline and precision that few people would ever see in their life- it was clear the Vastimian Army placed a big emphasis on dedicating time to perfecting their craft even to the point where the smallest imperfections were seen as a disgrace. Where the standards almost impossibly high? Yes. But they had achieved it a feat which would be their greatest strength in the coming years.

The platoon would hear another assortment of commands most would not recognize but the general movement and display of the platoon was one of wonder; they moved in complete unison performing actions that obviously took great skill to perform. At one point in the display they were spinning their rifles and catching them with one hand WHILE marching- the display took little over five minutes before they regrouped into their original formation- each soldier awaiting their final command in which the man with the saber that was leading them stepped forward.

“Permission to exit your drill floor, sir?”


“Permission granted.”

As Colonel Decter said those last words the man would render a salute with his saber which was him bringing the hilt just under his eye level resting a inch or so away from his nose. After a moment he would twirl the saber before slamming it shut into his sheathe before beginning to march towards his platoon before issuing the command, ‘forward march’ as they began to walk back from where they came. A uproar of applause would be heard as Hayden let a smile grace his lips, it was a great display that was sure enough.

Hayden eyes turned to the group as he rotated his neck, Colonel Decter had arrived to his side with his hands resting behind his back idly as he looked to the group.

“Are you to be the people offering support to our nation, if so- I welcome you here with open arms.”


Colonel Decter, despite the cold attitude and almost fatalistic sound to his voice was certainly a gentleman, to the best of everyone knowledge Hayden trusted the man but there was just something about the man that would make even the most hardened warriors shiver. He would certainly be showing up that was for certain.

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Subject Post 14PostSubject: Re: Formation of the Iron Banner   Sun Oct 30, 2016 12:19 pm

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ENTER THE DEPTHS

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”Living is the hard part, dying is easy.”


That phrase cemented itself within the mind of Liu for a few moments before she bothered to give it a reply. The reason being is because she felt that it was part true, part false. For some living could be quite a breeze and was quite the alternative to dying. As it is embed within most living beings to cling to life no matter how dire the circumstances of living become. While, in other circumstances, it would be objectively easier to die if the situation of one's lives was so grim that no hope or liberation could be found.

So, as Animum gave that blank expression, Liu could only shrug off the matter because of the fact either could take the others place depending on where the stream of the universe takes a person in this path of life.

"I agree and disagree on that. For some living can be hard because of the cowardice and instinct that a person has to want to live this life no matter how much suffering they have. While, to others, dying could be such an easier thing to do because they'll find true liberation in the release of death and no longer will they have to worry about the trivial matters of living. 'Tis all about where the streams of this universe takes a soul on this road of life~"

And with that, Liu would give a shrug and decided to simply let the rest of the events unfold as they were. As, from what she could observe from this gathering, it seemed they were going the path of rigid subjugation to attain a grimace of liberation and freedom. Trading the individuality of one for the collective cause of many. And -- that was fine by this Hell Demon. As, to restate, neither liberation or subjugation are right or wrong in the mind of both herself and her other half. To them, it was simply amusing to watch how the universe cycles between these elements and to witness what types of infused slavery and freedom can be had in this world by observing.

So, on that note, Little Miss Liu wouldn't bother making a single peep after the whole ceremony had been done. Instead, she would take her place in the background and begin to watch as things unfolded. Meanwhile, Nizhuan would have gleefully witnessed all of the platoons of soldiers beginning to march down and perform their drill. This was definitely something that The Hell Beast wanted to become a part of as she could feel the order resonating from every bit of space which encompassed this country. She expected great things of it and was proud to be an ally of it because of the fact it represented her element so much!

Therefore, before Nizhuan to would take her bow, she'd nudge Hayden and wink at him as her face turned over into a wide grin:

"Well, you have both of our support! You should remember that above all else! I will be expecting a lot of you! We need more order in this world. Yes, yes!"

And with that, The Hell Beast would let the man go on and lead his people as she folded her eyes and observed from this point onward.

[OOC NOTE: you all can now skip me in the next rounds unless I'm needed. Liu/Nizhuan are just going to watch in the background. This is more or less establishing them as allies to the nation now.]





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Ice cold were the words that came from the mouth of Henrex. Venom lay behind them, as if the words themselves hated the one they were meant to speak to. But yet Henrex himself had not said them. It was something else that was living within him. Whatever it was, it had gotten irritated from the fear that resided in Henrex from the wolf girl, so the being in the recesses of his mind took hold of his voice, speaking for him, and saying those words that Henrex immediately regretted his mind ever letting him say that.

As his hand began to slip away from the shining silver weapon in his sleeve, his head perked up from the voice that he heard behind him, and his body whipped around, staring face to face with a man in a uniform, with a gaze filled with authority and determination. Henrex's face drained of color, and his arms shot back to his sides, with his eyes shutting. His nervousness had gotten the better of him, and he had reached for a weapon. Opening his eyes one again, he could feel the scar over his left eye rippling as the man's gaze pierced into him.

"Y-Yes, sir. Sorry."

Turning back around the face Hayden, he quickly found himself being spoken to by someone else. Again, his Zanpakutō spirit questioned his actions, his wording, and his harshness towards Mirja. The spirit within didn't exactly scold him, but more so was curious and was much more gentle than he had been during other conversations. Normally the spirit was very blunt and direct, oftentimes to the point where it was borderline insulting.

Why were you so harsh towards Mirja? I can tell that you still harbor what you did before towards her. Why are you so cold and heartless now?

Because I was afraid.

Afraid of what?

Afraid of Mirja! I don't like having a giant hole in my stomach that took a WEEK to heal, Chiya! I didn't even say anything...it was...him.

....Him....

Yes...now what I was going to say is pointless now.

The spirit scoffed inside the head of Henrex, before sighing, as he soon realized what he had said was in fact true. While Chiya didn't know what the thing that had spoken for Henrex was, he knew that after something like that, Mirja would be...very hard to speak to, much less apologize to. Henrex quietly sighed as he felt the regret of his idiocy take hold. He would have to wait for a chance to speak with Mirja, and hopefully apologize. Now was not that time.

As his eyes set themselves on the presentation of the Vastime's Drill Exhibition, he found himself studying the movements of the soldiers, planting seeds of memory within his mind and Cyberbrain, making sure that he would remember this. He was curious. With a cleared mind, Henrex could now fully think straight. One of the things that came from his cleared mind, and his eyes gazing at the presentation was curiosity. He could quite put his finger on it, but there was something about this that kept his attention. But then it was still there. That nagging feeling that he needed to get this done now.

So, he did just that.

Taking a small piece of paper out of a small notepad in his pocket, Henrex quickly took out a pen and began to write. While he had no flat surface to write properly, so his handwriting would be much more sloppy than it usually would be, but he quickly wrote a small note to Mirja. Quickly utilizing his skill in Flash Step, he zipped over to Mirja, using the moment of immense movement to quickly place the note in her hands, before flash stepping back over to his original position. To the untrained eye, it would be as if Henrex had disappeared from his position for a split second.

For the perceptive, they would have seen his movements, and most likely have been able to see him move towards Mirja and place the note down. But, what was in that note? Well, it would be a short explanation on what had happened with what he said, an apology for that, as well as a thank you for everything she had done for him. Mirja might have expected a sappy, depressing message, but that was not the case. It was very straightforward and direct, as well as very serious. So, with that out of the way, the only thing that Henrex had on his mind was swirling thoughts of the Vastime Nation. Perhaps they could use a ninja in their ranks, despite them being outdated for hundreds of years.

After all, it wasn't that bad of a decision to join something like this, now was it?


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Subject Post 16PostSubject: Re: Formation of the Iron Banner   Thu Dec 01, 2016 8:46 am


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Nope. It seemed Not-Really-That-Big Guy didn't react to her call to him. She contemplated shouting even louder, Mirja could get some serious volume when she put her lungs into it, but then decided against it and looked to the small girl besides her.

She seemed very quiet, like talking wasn't her thing at all. Which kind of sucked, so she looked around for the other people. They all looked gruff and or insane, so she stayed were she was and watched the drill with a growing sense of irritation. They were just doing a dance, from how she saw it. Nobody was getting shot. Specifically not Henrex. Growing bored from that, she decided to look around the ground for stones she could surreptitiously flick at Henrex. Before she found a good one, however, she felt a very big sneeze coming on, which she tried to restrain, but eventually couldn't, and it came out all the louder for her attempts at restraint.

FA-CHOO!

Great. Now the people in the next town over would have heard her sneezing, and she had no idea what to do next. There was a piece of paper in her hand, now soggy and ruined from the sneeze that had decimated it's papery body, but then she smiled. She was clayvoiant, she knew she was going to sneeze before she sneezed, and so got a piece of paper ready just for it. Haha! She was glorious! Of course, her hand hadn't managed to catch it all, and some droplets hit the ground like small marbles. Discarding the sodden piece of paper, she continued to watch until some guy appeared. A guy that was actually pretty cute, even though Mirja usually didn't go for guys.

So, she left her silent girl and walked up to the guy, her tail swishing elegantly, and a smile on her lips that was warm with a hint of eccentric. Trying to hide her fangs failed, so she just bore them and hoped for the best as she grinned broadly at the guy.
"Hey~ You are a very nice looking human, were I not worried about breaking you, I'd take you back to my lair for the production of pups" She exclaimed. In her head, it sounded like a perfectly good compliment, and a great way to start the conversation. Other people, might not view it so well...

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