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[color=4F97A3]"I get that a lot."[/color]

She was tall to everyone. Taller than her parents, taller than her siblings and her friends back home and the cunt whose kid she had and all the soldiers in the trenches. Yes Victoria White was fucking tall, a freak of nature not suited to trench warfare so could everyone stop bringing it up all the time? Slouching constantly was bad enough, being reminded of how she looked down on everyone was just unnecessary. It wasn't like she was harping on Cienie's apparent inability to speak the language shared by everyone in B Company. 

[color=4F97A3]"Victoria but yes, that's me."[/color] She had long ago accepted the fact that people were going to use the diminutive form of her name, making the correction more out for appearance's sake than any belief that the habit would change. [color=4F97A3]"Yeah yeah I know, I'm almost done."[/color]

Medical tent of course, the one place she couldn't smoke. But it was too late to back out now. The Oceanic took one last puff of her cigarette before stubbing it out on her belt. If she couldn't finish it now she could at least tuck it behind an ear to relight later. She followed her musical companion and waited awkwardly behind him, regretting the decisions that led her to this point. 

[color=4F97A3][i]You could have just gone back to the trenches but nooooo...[/i][/color]

Cienie stuck his head in to bother the nurses while Victoria did her best to not look totally disheveled, managing to at least straighten her cape before Senja started speaking. [color=4F97A3]"Don't dump all your blessings on me, save 'em for someone less lucky."[/color] Her smile was cocksure so as to present an aura of supposed untouchability, the same wolfishly arrogant expression she had worn when dealing with rival gangs. 

Now just as then her demeanor was composed entirely of bullshit save for the disregard for blessings. There was no room in Victoria's mind for religious dogma or superstitious symbolism. Senja's stick worshipping gimmick was a crux (ha) that was simply incomprehensible for someone as mired in worldly sin as Vicky. But that was. Senja was pleasant enough of a person that her heavenly obsession was more quirky and less disturbing. 

A tip of the hat and a chipper [color=4F97A3]"Thanks!"[/color] was exchanged for the chair as Victoria took her place among the captive (thanks to injury) audience. [color=4F97A3]"You guys are in for a show let me tell you."[/color] Poor bastards. If she had enough to share Vicky probably would have passed around her flask as an apology for the upcoming clatter. 

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The Isaac Store was one of those things that was definitely not allowed but was simultaneously not worth bothering. Pretty much everyone knew about the little shop and Alex felt no need to break up the fledgling business. As long as Isaac wasn't dealing in narcotics or figuring out a scheme to run men out to see the local whores then no harm no foul. This poker game was just another part of the enlisted man's fight against boredom and as an enlisted man himself Alex was grateful for a break in monotony. 

[color=Thistle]"Thanks Black."[/color]

To his knowledge he and the lance corporal had never met before but that didn't stop Alex from using his name nor did it dissuade him taking a seat at the table. Valkur settled his bulk down behind his master so that he could stare intently at the other canine, beady-eyed monster immediately distrustful but not doing anything to provoke the wolf-dog. [color=Thistle]"Yep. Valkur fell into my hands when his old owner couldn't handle him."[/color]

Shell-shock had ruined that medic's nerves until he was unable to cope with such a massive beast. A man laid low by his own dog, it had been embarrassing to witness. 

[color=Thistle]"He's certainly less regal looking than your wolf but you can't go wrong with a dumb lump of muscle."[/color] A firm hand kept Valkur in check enough that he made a good load-bearer and that was all that Alex asked from the animal.

[color=Thistle]"What's the ante right now?"[/color]

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