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Location: Bludhaven Police Department Headquarters - Bludhaven
Take Me Out #1.03: I’m Just a Crosshair

Interaction(s): None


Adrian Chase sighed as he leaned back in his chair. Four hours of interrogation produced nothing. He turned his wrist to take a look at his watch.

11:28 am.

Flores opened the door to the observation room as Luciano "Lucky" Coronetti sat back with a smug grin on his face. He was harder to crack than expected. No matter the criminal threat or lead was yielding anything, and it was clear Agent Flores was just as frustrated as Chase. He looked down at the various notes he had sprawled out before him. Nothing was working. Lucky knew he was busted, but worst case he was in jail for a couple years maximum before getting out. Rumor was Scarapelli had connections to some of the guards at Blackgate, and they could easily keep Lucky safe while Tony Scarapelli got to walk free.

Flores must have been thinking the same thing, as she muttered towards Chase. "Do we have anything else we can try to pull on this guy? He hasn't even asked for his lawyer yet."

Adrian shook his head. "He's cocky, and his lawyer is most likely one of Scarapelli's. He's not calling his lawyer because his lawyer is down at the court house getting ready for the Bond hearing. Once Scarapelli's out, Lucky's going to lawyer up quick and that lawyer will freeze you out real quick."

Agent Flores grabbed her now lukewarm cup of coffee and took a sip. Her gaze was focused on Lucky on the other side of the one-way mirror, who almost seemed to be staring back in mock amusement. "Then what if we tackle someone close to him? Someone not under Scarapelli's protection?"

Adrian gave a half-hearted shrug. "That would be a great idea if he wasn't a cold blooded bastard with no friends or family outside of the gang. I mean, the only thing he does when he's 'off the clock' is go to that..." Adrian's eyes grew wide as he quickly sat up in his chair, leaving his sentence dangling in the air as he flipped through files and notes. One of the interns had prepped a sheet of contacts based on FBI surveillance data. And from warrants for phone records, there was only one person that Lucky contacted with any frequency. Adrian grabbed the list, and thumbed through a small pile of envelopes until he got the right one. "Kandy. That's our best ticket."

Flores raised an eyebrow as she took another sip, plucking the envelope from Adrian's hands. "Kandy?"

Adrian nodded, motioning towards the envelope with his hand. "Kandace Gomez, a foreign exchange sutdent from Brazil. She's one of the dancers at the Narrow's Nest."

Flores opened the envelope and flipped through the printed pictures, which all had time stamps printed in the bottom right corner. Sure enough, pictures dating back to the start of the investigation. The pictures showed them both exiting the club together a few times, with the more recent pictures showing them exiting an apartment building. "Alright... and how exactly do I press him?"

Adrian got up from his seat, grabbing the pictures and another manilla envelope as he walked towards the door. "I'll do it. Make a deal with him directly now. I'll give him whatever he wants if he's willing to flip on Scarapelli."

Flores tilted her head in shock, not having time to react as Adrian exited the observation room and quickly opened the door to the interrogation room. Lucky turned his gaze towards Adrian as the latter entered the room. "Well well, long time no see, Mista District Attorney."

Adrian crossed the room and quietly sat down on the metal chair across from the career criminal. "I hope I didn't frighten you too much last night, Mr. Coronetti. But if I'm entirely honest, I couldn't care less about your little attempt at intimidation last night."

Lucky raised an eyebrow and chuckled to himself, his words dripping like sweet venom. "Then why dont you cut to the chase, Mister Chase."

Adrian shrugged and set down the folder before fanning out the pictures of Kandace and Lucky on the table. "I came to make a deal, Lucky. And not just for your sake."

Lucky's eyes widened as he saw the pictures, and Adrian smiled. The District Attorney learned years ago how to recognize weakness under interrogation. The gap in the armor was clear. Now it was the time to push his luck. "Let's be perfectly frank, Mr. Coronetti. I don't care about your little shake up last night, or if your intentions were to stick a knife between my ribs and leave me to die. And you don't care about going away for what you did last night. You would get, what, a few years? With good behavior, which is likely because we both know Scarapelli's got friends to watch your back in Blackgate, you would be out in 3. Sure, you would miss your girl Kandy, but you're thinking that she'll be waiting for you when you get out."

Lucky sat up in his chair, leaning in towards Adrian with a scowl on his face. His cheeks and neck were turning red. "I don't know what tale you've got spinning in your head, lawyer-man."

Adrian's smile grew a little wider as he leaned in, getting a little closer to Lucky. All the lawyer needed to do was go in for the kill. "Kandy overstayed her visa, Mr. Coronetti. One call to the right department, and they're going to raid your place." Lucky's face went almost ghostly white, and Chase had to stifle his excitement. Lucky bought the bluff. "Agent Flores will make a call, goes along on that raid. Takes a look around your apartment. Maybe she finds something, maybe she doesn't."

Lucky readjusted himself in his seat, leaning against the table and speaking a little softer. "Doesn't matter if she finds anything, you'd need a warrant for anything on Scarapelli."

There it was: a slip-up. Not an admission for working with Scarapelli, but a sign that the cracks were spreading in Lucky's defenses. Adrian leaned back slightly, nodding to Lucky's response."You're right, anything we found wouldn't be admissible regardless. But do you know what Scarapelli would do in response to that?" Adrian paused for effect, and Lucky looked up towards the one way mirror at his own reflection. "Any protection you have is gone, Mr. Coronetti. Your apartment goes up in smoke, wiping any evidence before we can get a new warrant. Kandy goes back home, cartels finally catch up to her when she's back. Best case, she gets a bullet in the back of her head like the rest of her family. Worst case... well, I'm sure you can imagine."

Lucky clenched his jaw, and Adrian saw the muscles in the mobster's face tighten. Within just a couple minutes, the District Attorney had the career criminal fighting back rage and tears. just one final push. "But you won't get the chance to find out what happens to her, Lucky... because Scarapelli's not going to let you live. Your friend in the other room doesn't have any connections to this world. But you? You have Kandy. And when Kandy's gone, Scarapelli is gonna be worried that you're second-guessing your decision to protect him. And so, one night, your cell door is going to open and some men are going to pay you a visit, grab your bedsheets, wrap them around your neck, and hoist you up on the bars until the world goes black. Meanwhile Scarapelli sleeps like a babe in some villa near Naples and replaces you the following week. Because I think you and I both know that if Scarapelli posts bail, he's in the wind."

Luciano Coronetti's eyes turned down to the table, hands balled into fists so tight his knuckles were white. The thought never occured to the mobster that he could be betrayed. That little idea was all Chase needed. The District Attorney got up from his seat, scooping up his notes and documents. "So tell me, Mr. Coronetti... does that sound fair to you? Or do you want to do something about that chain of events."

"What... What do you need from me?"
Snowing Timber


Timber stifled a grimace at Nathaniel's remarks, and turned his gaze towards Niala. It seemed one of their friends had found purpose in the teachings of Tyr. As much as Timber had been jealous to see Niala go so quickly from the orphanage, Niala seemed just as focused as Timber on their singular purpose. It was impossible to know what struggles they faced in the years since they last spoke, but Timber felt comfort in Niala's passions. He wasn't a member of the faithful, nor had much faith in the temples... but he was pleased to know that the god of justice might bless their cause.

However, it took a moment for the meaning behind Nathaniel's words to sink in. The Tabaxi shook his head, slipping his pack and bow off his shoulder to rest them against the wall of the tavern. He spoke his response rather simply, as if stating a well-known fact. "I did not choose to pick up arms first, I chose to survive. What I do now... I suppose that is the meaning of our gathering, no?"



Nathaniel flinched awake as he heard shuffling coming from the bunk above his. He rested his head back down on his pillow, letting loose the white knuckle tension in the fists balled at his sides. It seemed Julian was awake, but Nathaniel had no intention of interacting with his roommate this early. So Nathaniel simply stared at the ceiling of his bunk, waiting for the door to his room to open and shut. The second Julian left the room, Nathaniel opened his bunk and rolled out of bed. He gazed out of his window, the world still dark. No matter. He preferred to do his morning stretch as the sun rose... but given the sounds he was hearing of the others waking up, it seems that such a luxury was not to be afforded.

Nathaniel took a deep breath as he stretched his hands up over his head, before exhaling as he folded over to touch his toes. He took a deep breath, stepped back into a plank, and then lowered his body to the ground. He lifted his torso up, exhaled, and continued walking through his sun salutation as he released the stress and anger running through his body. The last thing he needed was to cramp up on the first day, or to lose his cool again. Nathaniel didn't lack total self-awareness. He saw the way Kai and Rossweine looked at him the afternoon before, and it was clear his fellow cadets were on the side of the cowardly fraud. The quest for honor would have to be placed on hold for the moment: after all, today was going to be a busy day as it was.

Nathaniel Lothwren hadn't been able to keep a clever enough eye on all the sparring matches on the first day. He had vague memories and impressions of his fellow squad-mates, but Julian had demonstrated that a single duel between two random opponents did little to demonstrate skill or ability. Today was going to be crucial for Nathaniel, for it was the first day of proper training. This meant that he could start building profiles of his squadron, and understand who would need more help and guidance. A lot of eyes were going to be on them, and the last thing Squadron 13 needed was for some of their cadets to fall behind. So, after his morning stretch, Nathaniel quickly threw on his uniform and opened up the door to his room as he finished buttoning up his uniform. He had caught the Captain's summons, but lingered in the common room to quickly knock on the doors of Zenshin and Kaiser. "The squadron is heading to the mess hall. Meet us there when you are ready."
Snowing Timber


Timber reached up against the bark of a towering oak, placing a single claw underneath its edge and prying it off with a simple flick of the wrist. He lifted the bark up to his lips, almost absent-mindedly placing it into his mouth. He chewed into the bark softly, his ears soaking in the sound of the rustling of the trees. Despite being exactly where he belonged, the anxiety that weighed down Timber's chest ate at him. Ten years had come and gone, and he was finally returning back to where everything had changed. And despite many seasons, the forests near where Ardenfield once stood remained as familiar as home could. Especially when Timber's real home was gone, certainly retaken by this very forest. The rhythm of chewing into the bark helped to calm the nerves, sharp teeth pressing past the hard exterior and into the soft wood underneath. The fresh taste of bark was bitter and unappetizing to even a reclusive traveler like Timber, but not every ritual was meant to be soothing. He was taught when he was young that oaks stood for strength and endurance, stalwart icons of nature's ability to persevere. And in this moment, Timber could use that strength.

He took a moment as he caught first sight of the Lying Wolverine to take a knee and organize his pack. He removed the external belt that stored his shortswords and carefully stuffed them into the pack. He placed a covering over the top of his quiver to hide his arrows and tightened the ropes holding his gear together. As he checked his supplies one last time and made sure that everything was padded appropriately to eliminate any rattling, Timber's eyes rested upon his longbow. The only possession he had left of his family, from the old days. He shook his head, lifting up a single claw to the bow's interior upper limb. He etched in one more hash mark to fill out the nine other markings that signified the 10 years since Ardenfield was destroyed. Once satisfied with his marking, Timber readjusted the hunting knife strapped to his leg to make sure it was sturdy before hoisting the pack onto his back once again. He sported a simple green tunic and matching pants littered with patches to cover holes that came from years climbing through forest brush. Draped over his shoulders, though, was a new brown cloak that stood in contrast to Timber's own white fur.

The ranger pushed through the forest's brush and strode up to the front doors of the small tavern, taking one last deep breath. He spat the bark out of his mouth before pulling open the front door and taking a step in. Timber's emerald eyes quickly settled on two individuals: a well-dressed half-tabaxi and a human woman in full armor. It took a moment for the smuggler to recognize his two childhood friends after years apart, but here they were in the flesh. A decade of misery and envy slipped for this moment as Timber quickly stepped towards his old friends with a toothy smile. "You... you both came. I... time seems to have treated you both well."
Alright, finally... got my first post out. As long as I keep getting slow days at work, I can keep churning these things out like hotcakes.
Location: Adrian's Home in Avalon Heights - Bludhaven
Take Me Out #1.02: So if You're Lonely

Interaction(s): None
Previously: I'm Just a Shot

The smell of bacon permeated the air, and lulled Adrian from his deep sleep. He cracked his eyes open as he shifted slightly, the leather couch sticking to his exposed arms and legs as he did so. He reached down to the ground, fumbling for his phone before pulling it up. He was blinded for a moment, before his eyes readjusted enough for him to see the time.

6:08 am

Adrian sighed. His entire body was rebelling against his discipline, begging for just even 5 more measly minutes. But Adrian's will was stronger, and he threw his legs over the side of the couch so he could quickly slide on his pants from the day before. He slowly shuffled through the living room and past the stairs going up. There weren't the usual sounds of shuffling feet upstairs, which meant the kids must still be asleep. Adrian called out as he passed, "Kids! Come down for breakfast, or Uncle Alan and I will eat it all!"

Adrian finally shuffled around the corner, into the kitchen. Doris was busy over a pan full of eggs, wearing an apron over her suit. Adrian lingered in the entryway. Doris didn't bother turning her head. "The kids aren't feeling well this morning, I think they caught something at school. I couldn't get them in with Doctor Kelly until this afternoon."

Adrian gave a nod, moving around the island in the center of the kitchen and making his way to the Keurig. He quickly slotted in a cup and fetched a mug from the cabinet, turning the machine on. "Did you get a call from the mechanic yet?"

Doris shook her head, taking the pan off the heat and divvying up the scrambled eggs between a few plates. "No, I'll give them a call before I hop on my 7:30. I'm sure Alan won't mind taking you to work."

Adrian nodded, but felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He checked the screen, and immediately accepted the call. "Agent Flores, it's Chase. What can I do for you?"

The voice on the other end was gruff and tired, but didn't linger or slur its words from exhaustion. "Good Morning… I heard you were the one who was nearly mugged by Scarapelli's two lieutenants. We're waking them up and going to begin the interrogations soon, you should probably swing by when you can."

Adrian furrowed his brow as he walked into the adjacent dining room, where Alan Welles was busy looking over case files while sipping on his coffee. Alan turned his gaze towards Adrian, raising an inquisitive eyebrow. "I'm not as mobile today, one of our cars are in the shop. Besides, we can't exactly interfere in the active investigation. I'm the DA, not a Bludhaven detective."

"Word has come down that Scarapelli's bond hearing is first on the docket after lunch. If we're going to keep Scarapelli off the streets, we need proof that he is a substantial threat. The man is 78 years old. The only way we can guarantee he's a serious enough threat is if we get one of the two men he sent after you last night to confess that the orders came from the top."

Adrian sighed as Doris walked into the dining room, setting down two plates full of food on the table. Adrian leaned in to kiss his wife on the cheek, but she turned her head away. Alan quickly turned his eyes back to his files and stared at them like his life depended on it. Adrian just cleared his throat and sat down in front of his breakfast. "Still doesn't explain why you need me there, Agent."

Flores seemed to anticipate Adrian's comment, responding quickly. "You know this case better than any of the detectives here, and you know what you need to make sure Scarapelli stays locked up until the trial. If this guy gets out, he's going to be touching down in Madripoor in 24 hours and this entire case is a bust."

After a brief pause, Adrian responded. "Alright, I'll be in within the hour."

He hung up the phone just as Doris was walking in to drop off his finished coffee. Adrian gave her a nod as she slipped back into the kitchen. Alan finished his cup of coffee. "I take it I'm opening up the office this morning?"

Adrian nodded, speaking in between quick bites of food. "I’m gonna need you to drop me off at the station downtown. They moved up Scarapelli's bond hearing."

Alan sighed, sliding some unopened files across the table. "You might need these, then. It's what we already have on dumb and dumber from last night. I haven't had time to sit down and take notes on these yet. But I made sure to pull everything I had together for when we got to the office."

Adrian gave a nod towards the documents, finished wolfing down his food, and made his way upstairs for a quick shower and change. He paused at the top of the stairs, looking to his right. He hadn’t seen the kids in just about a day now. But they were sick, and Adrian didn’t have time for that. He quickly went left, to the master bedroom.

Drew Chase, a girl of only six years in age, was woken early by her father’s yelling. She huddled up under her covers, trying to stifle her coughing and sniffing. She felt awful, and recognized the heavy footsteps of her father coming up the stairs. She wanted nothing more than for her father to come in and hug her and comfort her, like he used to. But her spirits fell as she heard the master bedroom door close.
V I G I L A N T E
V I G I L A N T E

“You're right... you've made me nothing more than a damn vigilante.”
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Adrian Chase
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Caucasian | District Attorney | Independent
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Bludhaven | New Jersey | United States of America

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The goal of playing Vigilante is to explore the streets of crime in the DC universe from a character's year zero perspective. Adrian Chase is a fascinating character in the comics, and the idea of a district attorney turning into a crime fighter when the system fails is just a fascinating angle to take. I have a love for street level vigilantes, and who better than the Vigilante? One who keeps giving himself permission to break the law in more drastic ways until he eventually becomes the kind of killer he wanted to put behind bars? I think there's also room to rework some more minor DC villains into threatening adversaries for a low level hero. Villains such as "The Eraser" are perfect adversaries for a lawyer trying to put some of the most dangerous criminals behind bars.

P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S )
P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S )
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Adrian Chase is a man who has always rejected the idea of living it easy: he graduated West Point with a Law and Legal Studies degree, served in the army, returned to attend Columbia's Law School, and quickly found himself with a job across the Hudson in the Bludhaven DA's office. He never took the easy route of corporate law that his father always nagged him about, and was one of the few lawyers in the DA's office that wasn't hit with a scandal following the recent death of District Attorney herself. When half the DA's office was found to be in the pocket of the Scarapelli crime family, Adrian Chase takes over for the case and manages to formally file charges against Anthony Scarapelli. Adrian's family is killed, and all the evidence on the Scarapelli's goes up in smoke. Heartbroken and wounded, a desperate Adrian Chase is willing to do anything to make sure justice is served.

Unfortunately for him, the system was rigged from the start. Before long, Adrian Chase is going to realize the only way to get true justice in this city is to take it into your own hands...

or at the barrel of a gun.

A R C # 1
TAKE ME OUT

"It was just another Thursday... until it wasn't."

Adrian Chase is the acting District Attorney, and lives the suburban nightmare that everyone dreams of. Unfortunately, he's made a powerful enemy of Anthony Scarapelli. Adrian Chase is closing the noose around the criminal's neck, but the mob boss believes in reciprocal justice. An eye for an eye. Or a family for a family.

A R C # 2
PSYCHO KILLER

"I can't just... I mean, YOU can't just go around killing people."

Adrian Chase puts the vigilante community on trial when the Homeless Avenger is finally captured by the BPD. As the District Attorney begins putting together a case against him while simultaneously working on the Scarapelli case, Bludhaven begins to fall apart as a gang war begins brewing in the background. The District Attorney begins adopting a similar disguise as the Homeless Avenger as he goes out at night probing for clues as to what is happening to the evidence of the Scarapelli case.

A R C # 3
WAR PIGS

"No... Anthony Scarapelli doesn't get to walk away. He started this war. I'm ending it."

Adrian will question what lengths he is willing to go to as a... no, THE Vigilante. A full on gang war will begin to envelop the streets of Bludhaven, and Adrian Chase will be pushed to his absolute limits as he does everything he can to bring justice to his city... before the law cracks down on him first.




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V I G I L A N T E
V I G I L A N T E

“You're right... you've made me nothing more than a damn vigilante.”
C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T
C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T
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C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y
C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y
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Adrian Chase
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Caucasian | District Attorney | Independent
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Bludhaven | New Jersey | United States of America

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S
C H A R A C T E R N O T E S
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P O S T C A T A L O G
P O S T C A T A L O G
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C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T
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The goal of playing Vigilante is to explore the streets of crime in the DC universe from a character's year zero perspective. Adrian Chase is a fascinating character in the comics, and the idea of a district attorney turning into a crime fighter when the system fails is just a fascinating angle to take. I have a love for street level vigilantes, and who better than the Vigilante? One who keeps giving himself permission to break the law in more drastic ways until he eventually becomes the kind of killer he wanted to put behind bars? I think there's also room to rework some more minor DC villains into threatening adversaries for a low level hero. Villains such as "The Eraser" are perfect adversaries for a lawyer trying to put some of the most dangerous criminals behind bars.

P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S )
P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S )
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Adrian Chase is a man who has always rejected the idea of living it easy: he graduated West Point with a Law and Legal Studies degree, served in the army, returned to attend Columbia's Law School, and quickly found himself with a job across the Hudson in the Bludhaven DA's office. He never took the easy route of corporate law that his father always nagged him about, and was one of the few lawyers in the DA's office that wasn't hit with a scandal following the recent death of District Attorney herself. When half the DA's office was found to be in the pocket of the Scarapelli crime family, Adrian Chase takes over for the case and manages to formally file charges against Anthony Scarapelli. Adrian's family is killed, and all the evidence on the Scarapelli's goes up in smoke. Heartbroken and wounded, a desperate Adrian Chase is willing to do anything to make sure justice is served.

Unfortunately for him, the system was rigged from the start. Before long, Adrian Chase is going to realize the only way to get true justice in this city is to take it into your own hands...

or at the barrel of a gun.

A R C # 1
TAKE ME OUT

"It was just another Thursday... until it wasn't."

Adrian Chase is the acting District Attorney, and lives the suburban nightmare that everyone dreams of. Unfortunately, he's made a powerful enemy of Anthony Scarapelli. Adrian Chase is closing the noose around the criminal's neck, but the mob boss believes in reciprocal justice. An eye for an eye. Or a family for a family.

A R C # 2
PSYCHO KILLER

"I can't just... I mean, YOU can't just go around killing people."

Adrian Chase puts the vigilante community on trial when the Homeless Avenger is finally captured by the BPD. As the District Attorney begins putting together a case against him while simultaneously working on the Scarapelli case, Bludhaven begins to fall apart as a gang war begins brewing in the background. The District Attorney begins adopting a similar disguise as the Homeless Avenger as he goes out at night probing for clues as to what is happening to the evidence of the Scarapelli case.

A R C # 3
WAR PIGS

"No... Anthony Scarapelli doesn't get to walk away. He started this war. I'm ending it."

Adrian will question what lengths he is willing to go to as a... no, THE Vigilante. A full on gang war will begin to envelop the streets of Bludhaven, and Adrian Chase will be pushed to his absolute limits as he does everything he can to bring justice to his city... before the law cracks down on him first.







"... Why would I do that? That's stupid. I'm supposed to spar you again now that you know exactly how I fight, when I don't know the first thing about you or what you can do? Not to mention, if you win, you get to make yourself look good. If I beat the same person twice, I get... what, exactly?"

Nathaniel's hands clenched into fists at his sides as he stared down the smaller boy. From a rational angle, Julian was right: There was nothing for him to gain. In fact, a duel of this caliber would typically exist in an environment where other means of mediation were available. Nathaniel had opted for a duel when there was no other means of recourse. They were peers, after all, and a simple standing as "Vice Captain" didn't mean much of anything. The only thing on the line was honor, and only one side had any stake in such a concept. After all, Julian had only things to lose. Nathaniel had already lost.

And if those were the only words, Nathaniel might have been able to forget. He knew moving on was a better option, that he would have chances to prove what he was capable of. But there was something that boiled inside of Nathaniel as he tightened the muscles in his jaw. Julian had practically forgotten the duel, and thought of Nathaniel as a "sucker." Years of study, a life dedicated to being here... and some Baker boy who didn't even know how to hold a half-way decent sword stance looked down on him. Nathaniel couldn't help but let a seething pain ooze from his wounded pride. He was made to look like a fool for doing the right thing and seeking an honest fight, and now was denied recourse. If he had dishonored Julian, Nathaniel would have accepted the duel. Even if he lost, it was the noble thing to do.

Nathaniel slowly walked past his roommate, moving towards the door. He unclenched his fists and loosened the muscles around his jaw. Malice still swirled in Nathaniel's head, dissipating as he remembered he had a whole squad mere feet away that he was responsible for serving. He turned his gaze briefly towards Julian, his mind resolute. His tone was softer, but there was a confidence and matter-of-fact quality in the delivery of his words. "You will duel me one of these days, Julian Baker. Not for the noble ideal of honor, or because it's the just thing to do: you've already proven to me that those are not qualities you possess. I think you will duel me when you are ready to learn if you ever deserved to be here."

He quickly finished crossing the room, opening the door swiftly and looking out into the common area. His eyes locked on to Kai, and it was clear that the others must have heard the challenge. Nathaniel took a deep breath, letting a soft smile grace his lips again. Sure, he had sparse accommodations, was ranked second on his squad, and was rooming with a dishonorable rat. And while most would view their situation as a punishment, Nathaniel instead saw opportunity. He was being issued a challenge all his own. As his father once said, being a knight isn’t just about overcoming obstacles: you have to carry yourself through those obstacles with dignity and honor. And once Nathaniel took that moment to compose himself and ignore the fact that he had lacked that dignity and honor just moments before, his eyes were filled with the same joy and determination he had when his name was called in the ceremony. He took a few steps towards Kaiser, giving the boy a nod. ”Kaiser, we should catch up with the others to make sure we reserve a fine spot in the mess hall for our squadron. What do you say?” His last words were more of a statement than a question, as Nathaniel turned to follow Signar and Zenshin.

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