Kewen
29-11-2008, 14:11
ooc: >.> <.< I’ve been busy. basically, depending on how well you RP in this, there’s a few outcomes when i ask your character to do something, like tie his shoe instead of : James tied his show, i want like... "James reached down, and tied his shoe laces together, under the ever watchful eye of the Kewenic Drill Sergeant."
So don’t think I forgot you.
IC:
“Ah,” A somewhat old man said, as he strode out into the open courts, taking in the calming smell of a clean, and well funded military base “ Nothing like the smell of fresh recruits” he said to his adjuncte, as he strode towards the line of rabble, that was a Roef’ian Army unit. They had been put through the trials, and rigours of a proper army, and had been deemed un fit.
He looked at them, and scoffed, there uniforms were bad, thin, and worst of all, not even useful, they stood in a lame resemblance of a line, and directly opposite to them, stood a counterpart line of Kewenic Soldiers, fully clad in dark black armour, which gleamed a deathly shine in the morning sun, they stood unmoving and still, having been like that four the past quarter of an hour.
He turned to face his soldiers, with a solemn smile on his face, he yelled
“Training Battalion, Present Arms!”, he was quickly responded, with the line of soldiers bringing there rifles down from there back, and aiming at the Roef’ian line. “ Fire!” He added, and smirked as a whole line of shots erupted, the Roef ian line, broke and quivered on the ground.
The Sergeant shook his head, “ Fail” he said, and his adjuncte marked something down on the clipboard she carried, before quickly stalking off, the disgraced Roef’ian’s were carted off, and a new line was marched in, in fresh uniforms.
The new line was marched in, and they took there positions, The Sergeant stood in front of them, and briefly glanced them over, before addressing them.
“I Am Drill Sergeant Mendoza, and I am going to be your Best friend, and worst enemy, these strapping young men, epitome of Kewenic training, are going to be your brothers for the next month, you will eat with them, live with them and train with them, they will be your teachers, guides, and assessors, and they will decide if you fail, or pass, now when I say, Rabble, Atten Hut. You will stand to attention, and from one end of the line to the other, tell me your name and former position in your shit stain of a country, that is not worthy to wipe the muck from my boot cleaners boot.”
Ooc2: Roef, this is where you come in, take control of one soldier, name him what ever you wish and we go from there.
So don’t think I forgot you.
IC:
“Ah,” A somewhat old man said, as he strode out into the open courts, taking in the calming smell of a clean, and well funded military base “ Nothing like the smell of fresh recruits” he said to his adjuncte, as he strode towards the line of rabble, that was a Roef’ian Army unit. They had been put through the trials, and rigours of a proper army, and had been deemed un fit.
He looked at them, and scoffed, there uniforms were bad, thin, and worst of all, not even useful, they stood in a lame resemblance of a line, and directly opposite to them, stood a counterpart line of Kewenic Soldiers, fully clad in dark black armour, which gleamed a deathly shine in the morning sun, they stood unmoving and still, having been like that four the past quarter of an hour.
He turned to face his soldiers, with a solemn smile on his face, he yelled
“Training Battalion, Present Arms!”, he was quickly responded, with the line of soldiers bringing there rifles down from there back, and aiming at the Roef’ian line. “ Fire!” He added, and smirked as a whole line of shots erupted, the Roef ian line, broke and quivered on the ground.
The Sergeant shook his head, “ Fail” he said, and his adjuncte marked something down on the clipboard she carried, before quickly stalking off, the disgraced Roef’ian’s were carted off, and a new line was marched in, in fresh uniforms.
The new line was marched in, and they took there positions, The Sergeant stood in front of them, and briefly glanced them over, before addressing them.
“I Am Drill Sergeant Mendoza, and I am going to be your Best friend, and worst enemy, these strapping young men, epitome of Kewenic training, are going to be your brothers for the next month, you will eat with them, live with them and train with them, they will be your teachers, guides, and assessors, and they will decide if you fail, or pass, now when I say, Rabble, Atten Hut. You will stand to attention, and from one end of the line to the other, tell me your name and former position in your shit stain of a country, that is not worthy to wipe the muck from my boot cleaners boot.”
Ooc2: Roef, this is where you come in, take control of one soldier, name him what ever you wish and we go from there.