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Discussion in 'Pandora, Year 1 - 7' started by Keith Kogane, Dec 17, 2017.

  1. Keith Kogane

    Keith Kogane Voltron: Legendary Defender

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    Date- January 6th, year 7
    @Riza Hawkeye

    He'd been roaming far from the place he had once called home for over a month now, avoiding other beings as best he could and it had proven a very unforgiving hard, tough life. It showed upon him, in his eyes, in how every part of him was now muscle with little to no extra flab, his skin was worn and rough covered in cuts and bruises. His hair was now extra long and shaggy, in need of a cut but instead was often pulled back behind his head in a small ponytail and a rough stubble showed upon his face, though that he did keep a little under control terrified it would show up as purple hair if he didn't keep it sorted. But it was no wonder that when he showed up on the outskirts of Morhall the people were mis-trusting of him and he would of told them it was good for them to keep their distance except he was in desperate need of some replacement leather shoulder guards as his old pair had received enough damage to of fallen apart.

    So he had approached the gates, which had led to his current predicament, the guards didn't like the look of him so had pulled him aside for further questioning as far as he could tell they thought he was some kind of crazy, forest man who was only going to cause trouble. It didn't matter how much he told them he was in fact a mere traveller in need of a couple of replacements of equipment, they didn't seem to believe him which he supposed was down to just how well armed he had come to them. But due to not having a home currently he of course carried everything on him, including all he weapons he had picked up or gained throughout his travels.

    So there he was stuck in the little room which felt like an interrogation room, his weapons and bags for the moment taken from him as they called someone more official down to talk to him, to find out his 'real reason' for coming to Morhall. Due to the numb feeling that had finally managed to settle over him he found he was supremely unconcerned by these events and instead sat in the chair, face set in a quiet brooding expression his dark hair an unruly mess on this occasion that his blue, grey gaze peered out from under in the direction of the wall opposite.
     
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  2. Riza Hawkeye

    Riza Hawkeye Fullmetal Alchemist

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    After a little tension earlier in the winter the guard had gotten a little more stringent in their diligence regarding the entry of new people into town. Part of that was probably their new energy about the world with Mustang leading them, so Hawkeye couldn't fault them for that, but it did make for the occasional misunderstanding. Generally she was all for being cautious over being lenient but there was a certain lack of people in the settlement at the moment; seeming inhospitable wasn't likely to draw newcomers. Still, the balancing act was necessary and she accepted it as a matter of course. Better to pick people who weren't inherently troublesome than to risk losing what had already been built.

    Because this person wasn't coming in as a soldier or a settler but as one looking for trade it was Riza's prerogative to ask them questions and she took the chance to do so while she could. From what the guards were saying they'd taken a number of weapons off of him, his gear was worn and in bad repair as though he'd been away from civilization for some time, and he'd been 'terse' with them. She could only give them a neutral look and a raised brow at that; most of them would have been the same way out in the wilderness for that long too. But they were still following orders to have someone called, and she couldn't fault them for that.

    Wearing her sort of impromptu uniform of slacks and a button-up shirt with her coat over top of it, gun holsters under her arms empty and only one pistol in in the back of her waistband, she entered the room calmly. They hadn't been lying about his scruffy appearance, but his youth was something they'd either missed or found unimportant. Either way, she was sure to note it, and while it didn't mean she'd go easy on him, it did mean she'd be asking different questions. "Good afternoon. Sorry about all of this waiting, I know you're probably eager to get something warm to eat in your system. Would you like some coffee while we go over the last of this paperwork?" With that she set her clipboard on the table and sat down in the chair across from him.
     
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  3. Keith Kogane

    Keith Kogane Voltron: Legendary Defender

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    He had no idea how much time had passed since he'd been put in this room, nor did he really care other than that he desired to get out but even that desire wasn't so strong as it should've been given his situation and he knew that was down to how numb he'd become. He drew in a slow breath, keeping his blue, grey gaze fixed upon the wall opposite and then his sharp hearing caught the sound of approaching footsteps at the reminder that his hearing was so good because of what he was he found himself tensing before relaxing as the numbness briefly flickered. A moment later the door was opening, he didn't change his position as someone entered, he just kept looking at the wall, his blue, grey eyes hidden by his long, dark fringe.

    Then the person who had entered came into the current line of sight, as they moved to take the chair opposite him and Keith shifted in his seat at last bringing his gaze to look at the woman before him, noting her formal appearance. But then she was speaking to him, shifting to sit in the seat, a clip board was set on the table and he knew it would be where she wrote about him, for the first time he was suddenly a little nervous. But then he slapped away the emotion, he could not allow himself to feel anything because eventually the pain would emerge and he'd be lost. Instead he drew in another breath and forced himself to raise the eyes which had seen to much, done to much to fix on her face.

    Keith stared at her in silence a moment before responding to her question "No thanks." His voice was quiet, a little scratchy from dis-use and yet the tone was still there, the edge of surliness as he found himself saying "I should not need to be questioned... I'm not here to cause trouble like they think, I need to get some supplies and gear... Then I'll be out of your hair..." Because sticking around will only lead to bad things... He finished silently in his head, he no longer felt pain at the thought and knowledge that he was a monster, the numbness had erased that. Yet he was wise enough to know better than to say those thoughts out loud especially if he wanted in to this town so as to get what he needed.
     
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  4. Riza Hawkeye

    Riza Hawkeye Fullmetal Alchemist

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    There was a certain look to those who had served either in a military or martial sense- not something describable really, but still existent. Whether it was instinct, intuition or observation she got the same sort of feeling from this young man as she did from the many, many others she'd met in her time of service, and afterward. The tension was there, the familiarity with his weapons and gear, and his concern with keeping them in good working order, only reinforced that opinion.

    Well, far be it for her to be biased against those sort of people- but also for be it for her to be biased toward them either. If anyone knew that not all soldiers were good, it was anyone who'd served in Amestris and had half a brain. To his credit, he hadn't acted out yet, not screaming or demanding or even giving off a threatening air, though there was a stand-offish one. Either way she gestured for a cup of coffee from one of the guards standing by the doorway, because she was still thirsty, and maybe he'd relax if he realized there wasn't any pressure. Or he wouldn't- it was a semi-free settlement.

    "It's not that I think you're likely to cause trouble," she explained, all calm composure as she met his gaze. "The guards here are working under a new system and after some recent events have gotten a little more cautious. There are some benefits to this system though. In some cases it's better for both those coming in who might be in trouble and for us to see what they might need, so we can offer assistance a little more efficiently." A glance down at the paper, then back at him. "But if you'd prefer to be left to go your own way, you're more than welcome to. It seems that the guards weren't able to get your name down- do you mind giving it again, please?"