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[hr][sub]SOLDIER Encampment // Zalera Tundra[/sub][hr]

[color=#bcd4e6][indent][i]Carmen ... Corbyn ...[/i] Two new names wandered in thoughts, echoing in an articulation emanated from how they were read in silence. One of them, however, conjured a venom that struck ambivalence into unexpressed words. Prompted to display courtesy, further attempts were ceased when his narrowed eyes met a harrowing manifestation of what he would believe as the same kind of dread that dwelt within him. Cryptic yet riveting. Nic observed Carmen, eyes fixated towards her physical appearance and not putting any bit of awareness on finding a seat within the tent. Absentmindedly, he grabbed one, clumsily putting himself down and rested his aching back. A grand meal was to follow, something he believed that everyone awaited. Personally, Nic sought to compensate his drowsiness. The wait would unfortunately fall to an extension. He sighed.

He almost forgot the young man, James, and how he was also part of the brief spectacle. Worrying about his condition proved to be too much of an attempt, and was even stated that it seemed more of a natural occurrence that gave way to nature's growth than something significantly critical. Nic wasn't sure if the way he translated it could, by any means, make sense. He wasn't planning on doing him any favours anyway, or at least, for the time being. His seat was next to James' and although he wanted to be somewhere else, it seemed quite necessary to be near someone who has recently been acquainted.  

Tempted to grab his pack of cigars, Nic reluctantly restrained himself from the sudden need to smoke. The last thing he wanted to do was to be an inconvenience towards a particular awaited moment. He crossed his legs and slouched in his strangely comfortable chair, lifting his head and bending it gently to one side. The ache, as he felt, was gradually subsiding, though there were still parts of his back that remained stark from the flight. Twisting his shoulders was the proper way to comfort it, and although it proved to be slightly effective, a long nap should make it all better. Nic attended back to the circle of conversations, and it seemed that more and more were bringing in their respective participation. He eyed at the woman, Carmen, for the last time before clearing his throat as the most recent introduction ended.  

[b]"Eldric,"[/b] He awkwardly started. [b]"Nicholaus Eldric. A commander same as Carmen and Corbyn here. I'd prefer to be called Nic, but if you still want to address me by my first name, that'd be fine. Just make sure you won't think of me as a 30-year-old dad."[/b]  

Eyes surveyed back to Carmen, remembering her most recent statement on the mission at hand.

[b]"As for Archadia, yes they have. However, we can't be so sure if it was sealed off completely. I haven't heard anything about the ghettos. Possibly, there could be survivors out there, though I can't be certain about it."[/b] Nic reflected and thought he might have to sort out the details of the assignment in his head. It wouldn't be difficult if it weren't for the fact that he lacked sleep. As he finished, he stood from his chair, reaching towards Carmen with a hand outstretched in an attempt to offer a quick handshake. A smile accompanied the gesture, though there was a slight hint of mischief hidden behind his hazel eyes. 

[b]"I've heard of you before, can't seem to remember when. Anyway, it's good to have you around."[/b] It wasn't his brightest idea, but it was worth a try to get acquainted with everyone. Lying wasn't Nic's best feat but he'd do almost anything just to be known.[/indent][/color]