The effects of alcohol had already waned from all the excitement earlier. Persephone pulled out a crooked lho-stick from her pocket and lit it up just to have something to do with her time. She didn’t feel like taking another mug for now, anyway. Looking forward, she realized that two Commissars, and the Captain are still in the scene. She was hoping that she wouldn’t come across other officers or other people along the way but supposed that this is simply unavoidable.
While the group of officers conversed with the Militia man a few meters away, Persephone starts rummaging around quietly for her lost mug. In the process she heard two things: one, the sounds of heaving and wheezing; and two, the cold voice of the Captain that made her wince internally.
“Next time you get in my face, or any other officer’s face. Next time you ever make threats like you did earlier to someone in my Company! I will remove your head from your shoulders, and I will put it on a pike on our flagship tank! You will be an example for all who would consider actions such as yours.”Persephone snorts to herself, she believes that the man was lucky that they even bothered giving him another chance. Had that man been another Guardsman, they would have died on the spot.
”Bah. Where did I drop that thing,” she mutters to herself when she drops to her knees and tried to look and feel around for the mug.
“It should be here somewhere... AHA!” She holds up the mug, but her voice was followed by a watery snort and what seemed like a choked sob nearby.
”Ah. Yes. The retching drunk,” Persephone thinks to herself when she follows the noise. Moving a bush away revealed a small figure that is now breathing in gulps of air in between what sounded like snots and small coughs.
“Hello? Are you still all right?” Persephone asks with her soft but raspy voice.
“I heard you… heaving.”She kneels down and gently places her hand on the back of the other person, petting and rubbing it in hopes of helping the other, then tried leaning her head to the side to peek at the other person’s face.
“Come if you can stand, friend. You must not stay like this.” With that, Persephone kneels up and waits for the other to give her their hand so they could help them drape it over her shoulder, and she could hold on to the other by the waist of their pants for support. As the two stood, it was then that Persephone realized that the other person was a woman. Her face was laced with burns but what made her look more miserable would be their half-lidded eyes and her flushed but quickly paling face.
“You drank too much,” Persephone says in a matter-of-face voice as the other woman tries to regain her balance.
“Hmh. I have been named Persephone. What are you called?”Before they could have a proper conversation, the Captain calls out
”You come with me, Sergeant Ingram you as well. I want both of you to accompany to my tent.” The Captain was looking at their direction when she called to someone named
Ingram and it dawns on her that she has been talking to a Sergeant as if they were just another Guardsman.
“Ah-I’m… I apologize, Ma’am,” she mutters, ashamed on how she treated a superior.
“I will accompany you to the Captain’s tent, if you so willed...”@agentmanatee @Dannyrulx @Andreyich @The Lioness @Hank @NecroKnight @Bright_Ops
