[hr] [center][color=Gold][i][b][h1]Two years later...[/h1][/b][/i][/color][/center] [center][color=Gold][i][b][h3]Location: Wall Rose, Training Grounds.[/h3][/b][/i][/color][/center] [center][color=Gold][i][b][h3]104th Cadet Corps.[/h3][/b][/i][/color][/center] [hr] [center][h3][color=f7941d]Head Instructor Schulz[/color][/h3][/center] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/Kompbqm.jpg[/img][/center] [hr] The sun beat down on both Instructor and Cadets alike. He stared down at the miserable 'children' from above the stage, his eyes inspecting each and every one of them closely. One could mistake his careful glare as that of a predator looking for fresh prey. He pulled a canteen from his belt and opened the lid. He knew it was a hot day - the perfect way to entice the new meat. He slowly took a drink from the refreshing water, before closing it, and attaching it back to his belt. Suddenly, without warning, Schulz's voiced boomed towards the cadets. "[color=f7941d]SO THIS IS WHAT I GET FOR MY HARD WORK!? A bunch of limp dicks and undesirables!? You make the fucking Titans look like angels! It makes me so god damn sick looking at you that I want to gouge out my eyes and let them rot in the fucking sun![/color]" He turned to his right, making his way down the staircase of the stage. The first man he had approached was a tall boy with brown hair - [color=007236]Gabriel Moreau[/color], one of the survivors of the attack on Shiganshina. He had known from reports each and every survivor of the attack, making them targets of interest for the instructor. The survivors would make excellent soldiers and leaders - granted they didn't break first from the vicious training regime. Of course, the same could be said for the rest of the cadets, but to Schulz, it was a matter of their drive. "[color=f7941d]Well what do we have here? The fucking circus is in town. I've never heard of the god damned Horse Man before![/color]" He stood in front of Gabriel, watching his every move for the slightest bit of response. "[color=f7941d]If I didn't know any better, I'd say you make a pretty fine Titan! How about we use you for target practice? Maybe then you'll have done something even remotely fucking useful in your life! Better yet, how about we shave a couple inches off the walking support beam![/color]" Extending his leg out, he gave Gabriel a nice kick to the knee, sending him toppling down. "[color=f7941d]What is your name!? I want to know the name of this freakshow of an equestrian![/color]" [hr] [h3][center][color=007236]Gabriel Moreau - Training Camp[/color][/center][/h3] [hr] Gabriel, taller than ever before, stood at the front of the Corps. Standing at attention and military bearing was nothing new to him. It was something he was used to as a kid, before his dad disappeared. Grooming for the military had it's perks, as evidenced by Gabriel's attitude and commitment. As Schulz yelled out, he listened without flinching a single muscle. Of course, it didn't make it any less nerve-wracking when the instructor came down to talk to him personally. It was honestly quite a surprise to Gabriel that this man had such a foul mouth. The banter and constant disrespect was nothing unexpected however. He began to think quietly on his thoughts of his brother as the instructor went about yelling. Unfortunately, his train of thought was quickly erased by the swift strike of a leg to his knee, causing him to topple down. "[color=f7941d]What is your name!? I want to know the name of this freakshow of an equestrian![/color]" Schulz shouted as he fell down. Gabriel, as strong as he was, felt the pain like a shockwave through his leg. Luckily, physical pain wasn't something new to him. He kept himself from falling over entirely and stood up straight. "[color=007236]Gabriel Moreau, son of Noah and Cassandra Moreau, sir![/color]" He gave a hard salute over his heart, his hand balled up into a tight fist. His form was sharp, giving him the appearance of a veteran. Schulz gave the slightest hint of a nod, acknowledging his salute and inability to go down, which had caught him quite off-guard. "[color=f7941d]"And why the hell would I know who they are!? You some kind of leech sucking on the teat of your family name!? Here's a wake up call freak: even if your name or your family name meant anything, nobody here gives a damn! To me, you're Horse Face![/color]" He then moved on to the next Cadet. [@Hero] Schulz approached the girl, looking at her in absolute disgust. "[color=f7941d]A fucking dwarf! Imagine my shock though to find that it's a dwarf who can barely open her damn eyes! Who the hell let you into my training grounds to begin with!? I will hunt them down just so I can personally wring your neck with their intestines![/color]" He spat down at her feet, beginning to pace around her. "[color=f7941d]I certainly wouldn't want to rely on someone like you to save my life. You look more likely to die from the wind blowing than you do to pass! What's your name, midget? I need a new word I can call out every time I get disappointed![/color]"