[It's an order offered in the quietest way possible, firm but not hostile. Siegfried feels as if he's had a long, long time spent in this war, and he wants to help everyone get out as soon as possible. As patient of a man as he is, his patience has been worn incredibly thin by two idiots within their group- and so he keeps his frustration to a minimum as he listens for the call to move forward.
"Cooee! Cooee!" That's their cue. Siegfried nods, motioning to the other soldiers in the group.]
Let's go.
[david vs. goliath.
Consider yourselves expendable. You must not let them win.
These words are nothing new to a man who already gives so much of himself, that to be told he must defend others with his life and die in order to save them (if necessary) is something he gladly echoes. The closest Regency agent finds himself being grabbed by the throat from a man who shouldn't have that kind of speed, even with the nullifiers in place. Siegfried hurls the enemy into the ground, gravel and dirt flying as the body goes slamming into the earth and drags against the soil.
To any COST members nearby, he's going to be shouting in the few seconds of reprieve.] Keep them moving!
[He doesn't bother to ask for help- but he won't object to it if given any. That agent is getting right back up; he doesn't have much time to argue.
anchors aweigh.
He looks like hell, and that's putting it mildly. But the drink is shoved in his hand all the same, and Siegfried blinks at whoever gives it to him. More than anything else, he's just glad they're all alive, and that the mission was a success. After the mess that was Paris, this is a much more acceptable outcome, and he doesn't doubt that the Regency is not fond of their own failure. He'll take whatever they can get- it's a war, and it's turning out to be quite different from what he expected.
Siegfried's rifle rests beside him, but it jostles easily enough to touch whoever manages to sit next to him. A hand grabs it in an instant, trying to prevent it from falling onto the floor of the ship with a clatter.]
Ah, sorry. [He's tired, but the smile he gives is a gentle one.] I'll keep a better eye on this so it doesn't move, next time.
[wildcard.
got an idea? hmu, I can roll with whatever you've got.]
siegfried | fate | veteran
Keep your head down.
[It's an order offered in the quietest way possible, firm but not hostile. Siegfried feels as if he's had a long, long time spent in this war, and he wants to help everyone get out as soon as possible. As patient of a man as he is, his patience has been worn incredibly thin by two idiots within their group- and so he keeps his frustration to a minimum as he listens for the call to move forward.
"Cooee! Cooee!" That's their cue. Siegfried nods, motioning to the other soldiers in the group.]
Let's go.
[david vs. goliath.
Consider yourselves expendable. You must not let them win.
These words are nothing new to a man who already gives so much of himself, that to be told he must defend others with his life and die in order to save them (if necessary) is something he gladly echoes. The closest Regency agent finds himself being grabbed by the throat from a man who shouldn't have that kind of speed, even with the nullifiers in place. Siegfried hurls the enemy into the ground, gravel and dirt flying as the body goes slamming into the earth and drags against the soil.
To any COST members nearby, he's going to be shouting in the few seconds of reprieve.] Keep them moving!
[He doesn't bother to ask for help- but he won't object to it if given any. That agent is getting right back up; he doesn't have much time to argue.
anchors aweigh.
He looks like hell, and that's putting it mildly. But the drink is shoved in his hand all the same, and Siegfried blinks at whoever gives it to him. More than anything else, he's just glad they're all alive, and that the mission was a success. After the mess that was Paris, this is a much more acceptable outcome, and he doesn't doubt that the Regency is not fond of their own failure. He'll take whatever they can get- it's a war, and it's turning out to be quite different from what he expected.
Siegfried's rifle rests beside him, but it jostles easily enough to touch whoever manages to sit next to him. A hand grabs it in an instant, trying to prevent it from falling onto the floor of the ship with a clatter.]
Ah, sorry. [He's tired, but the smile he gives is a gentle one.] I'll keep a better eye on this so it doesn't move, next time.
[wildcard.
got an idea? hmu, I can roll with whatever you've got.]