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STATUS: Im loving this set Rockette made me sooooo much! 6 yrs ago
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Im loving this set Rockette made me sooooo much!
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Well, I am on the other side of the United States, without braces, and looking to do some more writing.
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Just got braces!
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Paulus Ordo
It was as though Paulus had swallowed a firecracker. His stomach seemed fit to burst and the resolve had built over the weeks seemed to fizzle away in a miraculous show of sound and sparks. It was actually happening. He was going to war. The parade ground seemed to disappear. Hours seemed to past by as he absorbed the notion. In reality this was only a matter of second, and he regained awareness as orders began to be barked about preparations to be made.
A week long voyage was just what Paulus needed. There was something soothing about the ocean, the way it rocked. Almost like cradle. As the ocean air filled his lungs, he would spend time on the deck mentally going over every maneuver, technique, and drill. Slowly, he regained his confidence. He was the son of a soldier going to feel his destiny. This was a time to rejoice, he knew his father was watching him, praying to the saints for his son's safety.
Once on land Paulus was, not unpleasantly, surprised to find he would not be rushing into battle just yet. Of course, his relief did not stem from the fear of battle, but from the reassurance that he would have extra time to train and bond with his fellow Dragoons. At least, that's what he told himself. The scouting work was a nice distraction for Paulus. He was used to monotonous work, and was able to zone out and not worry about his fate. Occasionally he was practice maths in his head, or try to remember the words taught to him of great poets and philosophers. He was sure his accuracy in either subject was lacking. Nevertheless, it aided in calming him. Soon, he was forced to face his fears as he returned to Tomis. He found his bunks and sat there for a moment, his eyes glazed over. His mind was in sort of a zen state, and he did his best to push any thought out of his mind. Eventually fear did creep in, but he found himself more relaxed after that moment of meditation. There was no point in sitting there, though. He might as well combat his fear, and the best way to do that was to train. He left the barracks, and searched the citadel for someone who could show him the way.
It was as though Paulus had swallowed a firecracker. His stomach seemed fit to burst and the resolve had built over the weeks seemed to fizzle away in a miraculous show of sound and sparks. It was actually happening. He was going to war. The parade ground seemed to disappear. Hours seemed to past by as he absorbed the notion. In reality this was only a matter of second, and he regained awareness as orders began to be barked about preparations to be made.
A week long voyage was just what Paulus needed. There was something soothing about the ocean, the way it rocked. Almost like cradle. As the ocean air filled his lungs, he would spend time on the deck mentally going over every maneuver, technique, and drill. Slowly, he regained his confidence. He was the son of a soldier going to feel his destiny. This was a time to rejoice, he knew his father was watching him, praying to the saints for his son's safety.
Once on land Paulus was, not unpleasantly, surprised to find he would not be rushing into battle just yet. Of course, his relief did not stem from the fear of battle, but from the reassurance that he would have extra time to train and bond with his fellow Dragoons. At least, that's what he told himself. The scouting work was a nice distraction for Paulus. He was used to monotonous work, and was able to zone out and not worry about his fate. Occasionally he was practice maths in his head, or try to remember the words taught to him of great poets and philosophers. He was sure his accuracy in either subject was lacking. Nevertheless, it aided in calming him. Soon, he was forced to face his fears as he returned to Tomis. He found his bunks and sat there for a moment, his eyes glazed over. His mind was in sort of a zen state, and he did his best to push any thought out of his mind. Eventually fear did creep in, but he found himself more relaxed after that moment of meditation. There was no point in sitting there, though. He might as well combat his fear, and the best way to do that was to train. He left the barracks, and searched the citadel for someone who could show him the way.
I'm still here, things were just busier than expected.
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Hey, just thought I'd let everyone know I'm alive. I'm busy with make-up work after being gone, so I'll probably only going to be able to get caught up reading the IC and OOC for the next couple days. I can get a post out before the week is done, though.
Great, now that your back, I can go on a four day trip on Thursday.
Paulus came to the training grounds feeling confident, having been there earlier. Not to mention his meeting with Philolakes went well and had been trained in rudimentary combat from a young age. He listened to his superiors monologues with his chin held high and pride in his heart. Then the training began.
He had never been worked so hard in his life. The years spent doing manual labor to support his family did not come close to causing the same pain that the training did. A lot of the time it was not the physical nature of the training, but rather the stress that accompanied it. His superiors were like crocodiles, waiting for him to make a foolish mistake and the clamp down on him and tear his flesh to shreds. He saw a particularly ruthless northerner force one man to do push ups until he passed out. Later, he heard the same man made another run a full mile backwards.
Paulus’s resolve was tested, but at any point he came close to breaking he remembered his father. “Your duty is to serve the empire!” were the words that would ring through his head, and during particularly demanding exercises he would mutter them under his breath to stay focused.
The activity that challenged Paulus the most was the riding. He was very unfamiliar with the horses, and felt very uncomfortable while riding. Once, after falling off, he found himself face down in the mud. For a moment, he thought of his mother, whom he had cast out of his life so easily. That only lasted a moment. Soon he was remounted, and muttering his mantra under his breath.
Despite the stress, physical strain, and punishments for when he slipped up during some routine or exercise, Paulus noticed the work become easier as the weeks passed. He was ready to do his duty for his empire, father, and pride.
He had never been worked so hard in his life. The years spent doing manual labor to support his family did not come close to causing the same pain that the training did. A lot of the time it was not the physical nature of the training, but rather the stress that accompanied it. His superiors were like crocodiles, waiting for him to make a foolish mistake and the clamp down on him and tear his flesh to shreds. He saw a particularly ruthless northerner force one man to do push ups until he passed out. Later, he heard the same man made another run a full mile backwards.
Paulus’s resolve was tested, but at any point he came close to breaking he remembered his father. “Your duty is to serve the empire!” were the words that would ring through his head, and during particularly demanding exercises he would mutter them under his breath to stay focused.
The activity that challenged Paulus the most was the riding. He was very unfamiliar with the horses, and felt very uncomfortable while riding. Once, after falling off, he found himself face down in the mud. For a moment, he thought of his mother, whom he had cast out of his life so easily. That only lasted a moment. Soon he was remounted, and muttering his mantra under his breath.
Despite the stress, physical strain, and punishments for when he slipped up during some routine or exercise, Paulus noticed the work become easier as the weeks passed. He was ready to do his duty for his empire, father, and pride.
I'll get a post out tomorrow.
Should I wait for @Sirkaithethird to post?
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