[color=C1cdcd][right][h1][color=9698E3]Revel Belrose[/color][/h1][color=9698E3]With:[/color] Everyone
[color=9698E3]Location:[/color] Training Ground
[/right][hr][hr][indent]Revel stood almost stock still as the instructor advanced down the line of would-be soldiers, fresh recruits, most of whom were shaking in their boots as they listened to Maurer’s voice boom out over them. In all honesty, she was having a little trouble containing herself -- more trouble than she’d had in quite a while. Not because of what was going on around her, but because she was...kinda excited. It was the first time she’d been so distanced from her stepfather since he’d become.. well, a deadbeat. It felt freeing.

Even so, this wasn’t exactly the best environment to be celebrating the new sense of freedom. Out of the frying pan into the fire, as they say. Her eyes drifted over to the movement off to her right, falling on the instructor as he seemed to be roasting away at the cadets in rows ahead of her. He seemed tough. Real tough. She’d grown used to being chastised at home at almost every turn - but she wasn’t sure if that built up tolerance would even help her were this man to confront her directly. He seemed much more intrusive than her stepfather.

She tried to pay little mind to loud, jarring methods, telling herself that it’s just a form of intimidation -- he wouldn’t actually do anything besides talk...right? Soon her question was answered and the thought dashed from her mind as the conversation unfolded between the man and a seemingly rather brave cadet. A conversation that ended in laps being handed out to uninvolved recruits at random, chosen by the cadet. Revel mentally paused for a moment - somewhat confused, before realizing that it’d probably be a better long-term punishment for his outbreak than making him do the PT himself. The instructor was obviously rather experienced in his field, which honestly, was to be expected.

She turned her eyes forward as Maurer continued on after the engagement finished, continuing to apply his methods to the rest of the anticipation-soaked students. Eventually he reached her area and she felt her heart besting a little faster. She was probably feeling a bit more calm than a majority of the recruits, but that didn’t mean she wasn't nervous - the thought of being being verbally grilled by a man she didn’t know was all too familiar yet all two nerve-racking for her to just steel herself against. She resisted the urge to tighten or muscles as he passed in front of her. Her eyes remained forward, staring into something that wasn’t there - something she’d come to do often when she was trying to ignore something or stem her reactions.

After some moments of anticipation and waiting for him to leave the area without turning her head to look, she heard his voice boom out from some meters away as he addressed someone. She relaxed her muscles, trying to wash the measures of anxiety from her head as she told herself it was over. Except - it wasn’t over. No, this was just the [i]beginning[/i] of their training. And if the lot of them were [i]this[/i] twitchy right from the get-go, they had a lot of shaping to undergo. But it didn’t matter to her. [i]She was ready for it[/i]. Whatever [i]‘it’[/i] entailed.
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