Posts by Krieger H.

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"That's... that's quite the list of things. Right, I'll have a rest first then we can wander around the District and see what we can do."
Krieger suggested, he wasn't personally up for anymore walking or moving around quite yet. Just going outside the wall had been perhaps too much and he was really feeling it now. Shifting in his chair he propped himself up on the armrest as he looked over at Irin and her sketches.
"I'm guessing you'll be wanting to take measurements of my back leg then?"

Did he have any measuring tape? He couldn't recall, and he didn't have the power to conjure items either so he couldn't just summon one. Maybe his neighbour had a spare one they could borrow.

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"Hm... how about the loser has to wear dresses and refer to themselves as 'Mary' for the rest of the week?"
Krieger offered as he crossed his arms over his chest, smirking at Vader.

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Krieger gave Sel a brief confused look before he returned his attention back to the bear in front of them.
"Um... I guess there's no harm in that. Do you have a name? No point in being strangers if you plan on living here."
He then moved on to ask as he sat himself down, the strain on his body becoming too much to let him stand for any longer.

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"No, I'm afraid not. Unless you're skilled at using lengths of string. But the neighbour might have some, she's a kindly old lady. She's a domestic cat, loves to knit and bake pies."
Krieger replied as he focused his gaze upon her, his mind temporarily drifting.
'She's actually rather cute...', the thought made him swallow nervously. Why was he thinking of that now? They had just met, besides, she was a felid and he was a canine. It wouldn't work.

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"Um... sure, whatever. Damn, this deal is getting worse all the time."
Krieger was now more than a little determined to win considering the stakes. Good thing he didn't throw a unicycle into the mix, that would have been overly awkward.

Moving up to the table he then readied his right arm into position, a dead serious look on his face.
"I'm ready when you are, mate!"

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Realising that he had been gawking he tore his gaze away and felt his ears heating up in a bit of a blush. Closing his eyes he breathed in and out gently as he simmered himself down. Once sure that he had regained his composure he then opened them again and looked at Irin.
"Do you have any family at all?"
He would suddenly ask, primarily just looking to break the silence and also to learn more about her.

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"We're not an organisation. Um... I guess the best way to describe us is probably a militarised community. A clan of sorts."
Krieger attempted to explain, but he had never truly been confronted with the question of describing what the Stadt was exactly. All he saw was his home and friends. Turning his head to Necros he hoped to get confirmation from the General in order to finalise the group's definition.

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"Maybe you should go and visit him at some point."
Krieger spoke up as he listened to her talk about how she missed her younger brother. Though he wasn't sure how easy that would be. Sure enough the same question was put back to him and he let his muzzle lower until he was staring down at the wooden floorboards.
"I... I don't remember. I'm assuming I must have parents, I doubt I just popped into existence from thin air but I have no memories of my birthplace, family... I don't remember anything about my early life."
The hound tried to joke lightly about his situation but really he was hurting. Everything about himself was still a mystery and sometimes it felt like he was a stranger in his own skin.

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"Well, it's not just cats and dogs. We've had lions, dragons, and much more."
Krieger added, in the end most creatures were welcomed within the Stadt and he had seen quite a few curious animals during his time in the group.
"I guess that depends on what you want. You've made it clear that you're wanting food and that's something we've always had in good supply. We also have events, right now we're fast approaching the time for the Winter Solstice Festival."
The dog explained.

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Krieger might have been too injured to carry out any work of his own but he was still well enough to boss others around if given the chance. Laying in a patch of sunlight in the middle of the town the malamute would then ready himself to give orders.
"Gather round if you want a task!"
The Captain would call out.

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Hm... what were his hobbies and interests actually?
The malamute considered it for a moment before giving his reply.
"Well, I enjoy reading. Mostly books describing the old civilisation that existed here and of the wider world. I've always had a dream of someday travelling, but I think I can wait until I'm heading towards my retirement years for that journey."
Krieger would explained whilst allowing a small laugh to escape him. Though he was concerned too, considering how often he got beat up he wasn't sure he'd ever get to be an old man. Only time would tell for sure.

"I spend my free time training and testing myself. So I do like to partake in wrestling whenever I can too. Um... now don't laugh, but I also... I also like dancing."
The Captain looked a little embarrassed about admitting to his hidden past time. He only ever danced behind the safety of closed doors within the privacy of his own home.
"And what about yourself?"

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"What's all the noise about?"
Krieger grumbled as he limped out to see what was going on, soon enough drawing up behind Necros. Though upon arrival the scent in the air made him suddenly growl as his unease grew, but he ultimately held his silence on that matter. Glancing at Necros' writing he then shifted his gaze back to the stranger.
"Echoing their question, do you have a name and why have you come to our lands making a bit of a racket?"

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If the dancing sounded bad then it could probably be made worse knowing that he listened to cheesy central European pop and dance music. It truly was one of his dirty little secrets.

"Medical knowledge? How far does your knowledge extend in that area?"
Krieger pretty much pounced on that in an instant, sitting up in his chair at the same time. The Stadt had Sweetpaw but they did have an entire Regiment that needed filling with those who had medical expertise. Though he realised he might be a little hasty in regards to trying to get Irin to consider devoting herself to the Stadt. She was only here to rest and to help him out, she might not want to stick around after that.

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"Necros, your task this week will be to start a prank war with one of our allies. Sweetpaw, I want you to organise a little party and gaming evening, maybe invite an allied group over too to join in. Could be Truth & Dare, or just whatever you fancy."
Krieger instructed as he looked at the two of them. For this particular week he wanted to focus on things that involved allies in particular but also something that could be seen as fun. After the attack from ColouredClan he wanted to give everyone a break and a chance to relax.

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"Um... alright, yeah, you can join. As Sweetpaw says we run an auto-acceptance policy. But I have to ask but who exactly is coming after you?"
That was his main concern since he wasn't so sure he liked the idea of more danger descending upon their lands. The First Order brought enough chaos as it was.

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"Oh... Right then, anyway, um... lets go next door and see if the old lady has any measuring tape."
Krieger pursed his lips as he began to feel a little awkward. Getting up he then moved to hop down from his chair, hitting the ground with a muffled yelp of pain. He remained stationary to begin with as his body throbbed with pain and once he recovered he began to limp through the house.

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"Alright, I want you to... run a tea party! Try to base the sandwiches and cakes on members of the clan to give it a personal feel too."
Krieger instructed as he looked at Imperfectdesire. He imagined like cakes being based off someone's favourite colour, or a sandwich being cut in the shape of another's face. Stuff like that.

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Hm? A meeting already? Confusion plagued the malamute and he hauled himself over knowing his role as being the voice for Necros would likely be needed. Krieger soon reached the feline and he moved to sit himself down next to them so he could read the note. Though it seemed as if Sel had already read it and he was momentarily baffled by the congratulations from her.

After reading it over he was left dumbfounded before he offered Necros a concerned look, but he nodded in understanding a moment later. He then adjusted his position so he could address the crowd.
"Necros will be taking a brief break from their leadership position, in their place I will be substituting until their return."
He called out for the benefit of those who could not read. Turning his head to the General he then dipped his muzzle in respect.
"I wish you luck, I will try my best to keep them safe."
Though he was admittedly worried, he was a soldier, and being a leader was a whole other can of worms.

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"Hey Sel, what goods have you brought for us then?"
Krieger questioned as he limped over, some of his bandages coming loose and dragging along behind him without him even realising.
"And how are the Skulls fairing these days?"

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"Feeling cold?"
Krieger inquired as he paused and looked back at her after he noticed her shiver. He felt fortunate to have a thick rugged pelt that offered him defence against the elements. Leading the way to the house next to his own he would hobble his way up the pathway before he scratched at the door. Soon enough an elderly feline answered the door.
"What can I do for you-? Hm? Who is this beautiful young lady with you?"
The old feline would smile warmly as she peered past the dog so she could get a look at Irin.

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