Calder Raoul
Pryfektus
"Calder is like microwaveable sex in a bowl." - "So he'd be better in an oven, but you can't?"
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Post by Calder Raoul on Jan 11, 2014 22:37:51 GMT
Calder had been in the city of Midgardborg for two weeks now, and he was beginning to become restless. Originally, it was to visit with the older woman who had helped raise him and assist his old master in the repairing of several airships, as that was an old hobby. He had been happy for the first week and a half. Happy to be someplace he had almost called home once. Happy not to be fighting for his life or another's every few hours.
But now he wanted that thrill back, and he was beginning to get irritated.
For once, however, another person wasn't on the other end of his irritation. Instead it was directed at the several training gym dummies that were kept in certain sections of the Barracks.
Sweat ran down his bare torso as he swung his fists a couple times before delivering several strong kicks to the side of the dummy he was facing.
Removing his katanas, he began to swing in easy, precise movements. Katanas were not made for stabbing, they were made for quick, easy and efficient slicing movements. And so it went until a heap of cut up pieces of cloth and hard-packed stuffing sat on the ground in front of Calder, his breathing labored slightly.
"Some idiot is going to have to get me more, or I'm leaving before I've been 'ordered'." He grumbled, sheathing his katanas as he began picking up his mess.
| "There will come a time when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there will be no one to remember human beings ever existed or that our species ever did anything. There will be no one left to remember Aristotle or Cleopatra, let alone you. Everything that we did and built and wrote and thought and discovered will be forgotten and all of this will have been for naught. Maybe that time is coming soon and maybe it is millions of years away, but even if we survive the collapse of our sun, we will not survive forever. There was a time before organisms experienced consciousness and there will be a time after. And if the inevitability of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it. God knows thats what everyone else does." | Tags: Anyone Inspiration: linkNotes: Hi yes shirtless calder | |
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Post by Freya Forsdottir on Jan 12, 2014 3:47:57 GMT
Freya shuffled through the compacted city of Midgardborg, he gaze surfing through the structures.
She hasn't paid Midgardborg a visit in... Months, perhaps. Leaving the Drakonborg was not an ideal pastime for her. She much preferred to keep the Drakonrhedi in check, rather than meandering off to satisfy whatever personal urges she had. Others, however, were less stringent. Her companion, Cedric Vrysson, happened to be one of the more lenient people aboard the Drakonborg. He was her entire reason for being here; while the council was conscious towards his constant mishaps as a cat, they still insisted that she retrieve him. They didn't give her a concrete reason as to why. She assumed it was yet another Vetr ordeal that they had no choice but to attend.
She finally stumbled upon one of the many barracks scattered throughout the city. The Hrafnung guards acknowledged her quickly, stopping her before she could enter the building.
"Do you have authorization?" They asked with a bored expression. She couldn't blame them - the behemoths haven't been acting up for weeks. The most they could do was redirect lost citizens.
"I'm here on behalf of the Drakonrhedi. Please let me through."
They shared a dubious glance, followed by a shrug. She hadn't brought any form of identification with her. Hell, even her trident was tucked away in chambers! Still, they didnt seem to require any form of confirmation. They stepped aside, allowing the petite woman to pass.
She figured she would consult the Hrafnung over the less-than-urgent matter, hoping they'd have the grace to search for her supposedly "missing" friend. Of course, that label did him no such justice; the woman simply didn't have the time or willpower to scope him out herself. Besides, they've found him in the past.
She zipped through the building, the maze of corridors causing some amount of confusion. She always had some difficulty with navigation. She believed it was... Somewhere beyond the training halls? Most likely. There was only one way to find out, anyways!
The Vetr strode down the hallway the semi-familiar sounds of grunts and clashing metal settling in her ear drums. It shouldn't be too far now.
"Some idiot is going to have to get me more, or I'm leaving before I've been 'ordered'."
She slowed her pace. That voice seemed familiar? She wasn't sure how it could be - although she's met the Hrafnung members time and time again, they never really made much if an impact on her. No, this one she recognized.
Her head pivoted towards the doorway, focusing on the apparently shirtless man. A small trace of red crept up on her cheeks. Yes. That was the Pryfektus, right? He was given leave only a few weeks ago. Strange... Why would he want to depart so soon? Perhaps she should confront him.
"Actually, you can't do that. You're required to enjoy yourself. Sorry. I hate the rules too." A slight smirk tugged at her lips, propping herself against the frame of the door.
Tags: Calder Raoul Inspiration: Notes: hey shirtless calder ;') Table made by Kyvestra.
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Calder Raoul
Pryfektus
"Calder is like microwaveable sex in a bowl." - "So he'd be better in an oven, but you can't?"
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Post by Calder Raoul on Jan 20, 2014 3:58:41 GMT
Having cleaned up the remnants of the sparring dummy, Calder had begun his mid-workout stretching. At the sound of a familiar voice, Calder turned to face the small woman with his left arm stretched across his bare torso, his right arm pulling it to stretch out his triceps.
"Actually, you can't do that. You're required to enjoy yourself. Sorry. I hate the rules too."
Smiling coyly, Calder raised a brow. "Obviously, you don't see the difference between us. You often do what you are told or asked to do out of kindness. I'm an asshole and do what I please."
Dropping his arm, his other eyebrow raised to join the first, his forehead crinkling. "Now, Freya Forsdottir, Vetr and kill stealer, how can I help you?"
As he spoke, he turned to his weapons, picking them up from where he had lain them out and began returning them to the multi-layered trunk he had built himself to store all his favorite toys.
It was true, what she said about him not being able to return from leave. It'd been four years since he'd taken a vacation for even a day, and his superiors thought that a break might help keep his attitude in check. Ha, were they wrong.
He'd been snapping at the poor civilian soldiers in the barracks all week. Not to mention his less than kind humor. Holding a conversation with Calder on vacation was like offering yourself up to whipped, beaten and screamed at simultaneously.
| "There will come a time when all of us are dead. All of s. There will come a time when there will be no one to remember human beings ever existed or that our species ever did anything. There will be no one left to remember Aristotle or Cleopatra, let alone you. Everything that we did and built and wrote and thought and discovered will be forgotten and all of this will have been for naught. Maybe that time is coming soon and maybe it is millions of years away, but even if we survive the collapse of our sun, we will not survive forever. There was a time before organisms experienced consciousness and there will be a time after. And if the inevitability of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it. God knows thats what everyone else does." | | |
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Post by Freya Forsdottir on Jan 20, 2014 5:46:48 GMT
"Obviously, you don't see the difference between us. You often do what you are told or asked to do out of kindness. I'm an asshole and do what I please."
Freya snickered at his remark, attempting not to focus on the man's shirtless stature. She had to give him credit; he was certainly well built.
"Ah, but you see, I have nobody to tell me what to do. I offer my aid out of kindness, whereas you must do what you are told. Quite often out of stubbornness, from what I've gathered."
"Now, Freya Forsdottir, Vetr and kill stealer, how can I help you?"
She watched him retrieve his weapons, having apparently taken his annoyance out on the scattered remains of the dummy.
She was, quite obviously, not enjoying his vacation to its full extent. She had hoped that some time off might ease his nerves a bit. After all, she was the one who confronted the council about it. It wasn't a primary topic of discussion - just something that she had managed to slip into the conversation in an almost unintentional manner. They collectively agreed to her proposition,, although they didn't dwell on it for very long.
He didn't seem to be one for time off. Best not tell him.
"Nothing in particular," She answered, innocently rocking on her heels. "Just looking for a colleague. The Council needs him for something or other."
She wasn't entirely sure why they needed him? It obviously wasn't important, or they would've made a greater fuss over his absence. It was more of an "Oh, hey, go get Cedric." She didn't mind. She was in no such rush.
"Can I ask what you're doing here, anyways?"
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