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Post by Finbar Bellamy on Jul 1, 2006 12:07:44 GMT -5
Fin wasn't a fighter, but that didn't mean he didn't try to stay fit. Ladies love a good build, after all.
Up, down, up, down. Breathe. Up, down, up, down. Breathe.
The weasel was running laps around the training center, supporting a heavy iron pole on his shoulders and flexing them once in a while. It was actually an effective exercise, if you did it right. Fin was dressed in nothing but his trousers - shirts got in the way for this kind of thing.
He stopped for a breather and looked around the place. It was empty. You'd think the officers would hold some kind of training session every once in a while, or maybe one of the soldiers would come out and practice, but no. And Fin thought he was lazy.
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Post by Typhoon on Jul 2, 2006 8:45:11 GMT -5
Typh heard the sounds of Finbarr training on his way to the Dining Hall for breakfast. Peering into the training room, the badger saw who it was. As he walked into the room, he realised that he had not stepped into the room since he was promoted. The badger had been leading his life like he always had, and had neglected his soldier's training. He would have to do something about that. Tomorrow.
"Morning, Fin." he said, maintaining a casual attitude completely different from the one he had on parade, which was when his troops saw him most of the time.
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Post by Finbar Bellamy on Jul 2, 2006 9:12:49 GMT -5
Finbar heard his name, and turned to see none other than Typhoon, an officer, commander of his legion. The badger was acting casual, but one could never really tell with superiors. The weasel straightened, slipping the bar off his shoulders and holding it vertically in one paw. He saluted with the other.
"Good morning, sir." He was sweating and breathing hard, and made no attempt to conceal it. Better that the officer saw him when he actually looked tired and strained, as if he had really been pushing himself. Which he had, to some degree.
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Post by Typhoon on Jul 2, 2006 19:23:22 GMT -5
The badger returned the salute, while at the same time taking note of Fin's sweating and tiredness.
"It's good to see someone taking the initiative, Private, especially since I haven't done anything for your training... " Typh sighed. With higher pay came heavier responsibility and duties.
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Post by Finbar Bellamy on Jul 3, 2006 13:19:03 GMT -5
Finbar nodded, barely supressing a smug grin. If only that goody-goody weasel Ranjit were here now, to see him actually getting praise from a superior officer. It was something even Fin would never have imagined possible. He hadn't received much praise from any captain he'd ever sailed under, and had assumed it would be no different on land.
"Thanks, sir. Perhaps you could gather some of the soldiers now and hold a session...?" Fin still wasn't through with the polite front. It wouldn't hurt to be respectful now and then. It wasn't that hard, and sometimes respect meant promotions, and promotions meant more money.
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Post by Typhoon on Jul 4, 2006 9:00:00 GMT -5
The badger appeared to think it over for awhile, then nodded.
"Yes, that would be a good idea. They might actually start training, instead of just eating our food and growing fat. I think I'll go call them..."
The badger strode out of the room, and shortly after, his voice could be heard bellowing at the recruits in the Dining Hall.
"All yew bleedin' maggots from my legion, listen up! We're goin' to do some trainin' fer a change! Leave yer food and get up to the trainin' room! NOW! Last one up there's WILL be on latrine duties fer tew weeks!"
A mad dash could be heard from below, and before long, the recruits were standing, panting, in the training room.
"Right! Now, Private Finbar 'ere will take yew lort on a training exercise!"
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Post by Finbar Bellamy on Jul 4, 2006 10:21:21 GMT -5
Fin looked startled for a second. He had been expecting Typhoon to take command. He shrugged his surprise off as quickly as possible, offering the recruits a suave grin with the barest hint of mischief in it.
"Awright, c'mon. Pick up one o' those bars and follow me." The weasel gestured at a sizeable pile of iron poles.
Fin shouldered his pole and waited for the rest of the soldiers to do the same.
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Post by Chicory Rue on Jul 4, 2006 16:58:42 GMT -5
Rue looked up, rather disconcertedly, from the corner where she had been doing alternate pushups, situps, and bicep/tricep curls, hidden behind a stack of precariously stacked dumbbells, which may have explained why the Legion Commander Typhoon hadn't seen her. She snorted in annoyance. She had hoped to have a decent workout by herself that morning, without the interruption of a bunch of bumbling recruits.
She hung back for a moment, uncertain, when Typh had called the recruits to training- but the badger had said "all you bleedin' maggots from my legion-" and she wasn't in the 2nd legion, so the order didn't pertain to her anyway. And besides, she was no recruit. She snorted again, almost as if daring someone to call her one.
She shrugged in annoyance, and returned to her pushups, now doing them with one paw in the air, sweat rolling in large drops down her back.
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Post by Korren Greeneyes on Jul 5, 2006 2:02:04 GMT -5
Korren came running out from the barracks, along with all the other recruits from the Second Legion.
What's Typhoon calling us out here for at this hour of the day? he thought, coming to swift attention on the lawn.
When he heard the news that there was going to be a training session, he groaned softly, along with a few others. He'd already worked out today, working on his sword technique, like he always did.
And when Korren found out who would be leading the session, he was confused. After all, Finbar wasn't exactly in favor with the officers most of the time.
But, orders are orders. Korren picked a pole out of the pile and shouldered it, awaiting more orders.
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Post by Finbar Bellamy on Jul 7, 2006 11:07:45 GMT -5
Finbar, satisfied that everybeast had obeyed, started a jog. He adjusted the pole on his shoulders, smiling at the feel of the recruits thundering behind him. It felt good to be leading the pack for once. He could feel their eyes on his back, a different feel for him who had usually been the one watching another's back. He'd usually been a follower, despite wanting to be a leader.
The weasel changed the path slightly, making sure those behind him were paying attention.
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Post by Amani on Jul 19, 2006 13:07:57 GMT -5
Amani shouldered one of the long poles and broke into an easy lope, falling into pace beside the one named Finbar. She shook her head, smiling slightly as she ran. The recruits here were obviously green and still "unbroken," so to speak. Such was normal for recruits. But the soldiers here weren't all that much better- boorish, lazy, and willing to mill about all day without orders, except for the more major officers, of course. And untrained. Almost unbelievably untrained. She shook her head again. Things had been far different in her uncle's court, back in the Black Desert.
Perhaps this Finbar was different. She watched him lazily with half-closed eyes, observing his every move.
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Post by Finbar Bellamy on Jul 19, 2006 16:27:32 GMT -5
Fin had just gotten back into his rhythm, the steady, measured breaths and footfalls melding into a comfortable beat. Exercise wasn't all that hard, really, he thought. One just had to find a way to keep pushing. It was easy after that - well, not easy, but certainly very possible. Very, very, possible.
The weasel's thoughts were interrupted by - well, nothing, really. Just some recruit catching up to him. Which was all right. They could bloody well go on ahead, for all he cared. Tire themselves out, or not. Just so long as they didn't bother him...he slipped back into his previous trance-like state, momentarily.
The beast - some sort of black-furred creature, he couldn't tell any specifics due to his inattentive state - was keeping pace with him, watching him with the same lazy expression he had used to evaluate others many a time before. Slowly, keeping his pac with a certain amount of difficulty, he turned his head to look at the beast. A female, he could tell that much. A fox? But it was different from any other fox he'd ever seen.
Some sort of foreign beast, he warranted. With a snort, the weasel turned his gaze ahead, wondering why he was worrying about the species of this beast. It appeared to be observing him, but let it. If she wanted to talk to him, she could. He wasn't going to pay her any mind unless she made him.
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Post by Amani on Jul 19, 2006 16:54:52 GMT -5
Amani smiled to herself- this weasel Finbar didn't appear to be as foolish as the other vermin around here, anyway. But, she couldn't be sure. She decided to speak to him.
In short, halting words (because of the constant jarring motion of running), Amani managed to get out, "So, Finbar, have you been in the Horde long?"
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