Characters; Verity's 2nd Brigade! \o/
Setting/Location; Training Grounds
Date & Time; Day 1; 9am sharp. l-lol lateness.
Warnings; Possible violence.
Briefing; Verity's 2nd Brigade meets up for their first training session.
Serph found himself making his way to the training grounds long before the new recruits were expected. He was not one for talking, normally his comrades made that particular action unnecessary, but from the way he'd spoken with some of them on the network, he could tell that it would take some work for them grasp a hold of the situation. He hoped that, when the other soldiers began to arrive in waves, that his old comrades would be among some of them, but that was clearly not the case. They would have found each other by now.
Taking a seat at the trunk of a tree, he leaned back and closed his eyes. In a way, this new place, still strange to wake up in even now, was more peaceful than the Junkyard. He had been in several major battles, but there were still lull periods in between. Serph found himself liking them more and more; perhaps this was a form of Nirvana after all, if it meant that while fighting could not be fully extinguished, it was not a full-time ordeal.
He stretched his hand out in front of his face, opening his eyes again. The absence of the tag ring that had rested on his finger for as long as he could remember was jarring, but in a way he'd gotten used to it. As he had the rest of this new world.
When he finally heard footsteps approaching, Serph stood up and faced his new recruits.
Setting/Location; Training Grounds
Date & Time; Day 1; 9am sharp. l-lol lateness.
Warnings; Possible violence.
Briefing; Verity's 2nd Brigade meets up for their first training session.
Serph found himself making his way to the training grounds long before the new recruits were expected. He was not one for talking, normally his comrades made that particular action unnecessary, but from the way he'd spoken with some of them on the network, he could tell that it would take some work for them grasp a hold of the situation. He hoped that, when the other soldiers began to arrive in waves, that his old comrades would be among some of them, but that was clearly not the case. They would have found each other by now.
Taking a seat at the trunk of a tree, he leaned back and closed his eyes. In a way, this new place, still strange to wake up in even now, was more peaceful than the Junkyard. He had been in several major battles, but there were still lull periods in between. Serph found himself liking them more and more; perhaps this was a form of Nirvana after all, if it meant that while fighting could not be fully extinguished, it was not a full-time ordeal.
He stretched his hand out in front of his face, opening his eyes again. The absence of the tag ring that had rested on his finger for as long as he could remember was jarring, but in a way he'd gotten used to it. As he had the rest of this new world.
When he finally heard footsteps approaching, Serph stood up and faced his new recruits.