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Post by JayThorne on May 7, 2015 2:55:30 GMT -8
Dawn had barely broken, and already Joakim made his way to the Guardian's Room with a tune under his breath. It was a morning ritual, so to speak. It has been for a while. Opening the door to the Guardian's Room, he was greeted with the sight he would see every morning; an empty hall with only his voice echoing off the walls. He would leave the door open, knowing that most people in the HQ would still be curled up in bed at this time. The viking made a beeline for the far wall, where a multitude of weapons were on display. Ancient, new, tainted, perfect. They were all there. Some of them were even familiar to him, and one was dear to him.
He placed a hand on the blade of a broadsword that hung proudly on the wall.
Not this one.
Next was a beautifully-crafted spear with a dangerously barbed head.
No.
An axe, rapier, shamshir, weapons of varying age, of varying wear and tear. Weapons of varying hearts, carrying distant memories in the wake of those who were long gone as the ones who were left behind. All not the one he was looking for. He would find it, though. Out of the corner of his eye, a simple, almost unadorned one-handed sword lay among several other swords, identical to the other blades if not for the fact that Joakim knew it so very well.
He picked it by the grip, the tang, it was called. It was light in his hands, light enough to question whether it carried any bite in its swing, heavy enough that Joakim would lay its blade across his palm as if to support its weight. The blade had a name, judging from the engraving near the crossguard. A name Joakim knew without having to so much as glance at it. The blade was named Skrýmir. A family heirloom that was never handed to him, but instead returned into his afterlife as his brother's weapon of death. Scoffing, Joakim walked towards a workbench in one corner of the room, picking up a whetstone, a piece of leather and a clean cloth before settling down in a nearby chair. With the leather across his lap, he laid Skrýmir upon it, one hand holding the hilt as he carefully polished the sword.
'Bror,' he thought to himself as he worked his way down the length of the blade, 'How is it like in the Higher Plane?' he examined his work before he continued polishing it, not that it needed much polishing, 'Are you in the halls of Valhalla? And if so, is it everything we've heard of?' he wiped the blade with the clean cloth when he was done, holding the blade up to the faint light of dawn, 'Everything we've dreamed of?' a small sigh escaped him, catching the reflection of his eyes in the metal, 'Or maybe it's nothing like we've dreamed of, but you've found mor and far.'
Putting his hand down, the blade now laid across his lap, Joakim closed his eyes for a moment, 'Whatever it is... I pray I'll join you soon. One way or another.'
He stood up, looking for the sword's sheathe. Once it was sheathed, he placed it where he found it before leaving the room, closing the door behind him. Ah, it was morning. Another day where he hoped the next reap orders would allow him to ascend. Wishful thinking, of course, but it was all he had. He just hoped he would ascend before he drove himself to the point of insanity in this hollow existence...
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[Translation notes, because Joakim littered this post with a few danish words.]
Bror = brother
Mor = Mother
Far = Father
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Post by cossack on May 7, 2015 14:29:13 GMT -8
//I'll shorten down my replies after this one, as this is a sort of a starter post! ovo Also gonna leave for the weekend, so replying might be slow //
Mornings, especially so early mornings, were something that kept Grigori sane. Being used to something doesn't equal liking it, and that worked well with crowds. Despite having tolerated them all his life, from childhood to afterlife and beyond, it didn't mean Grigori actually enjoyed being surrounded by people. That was exactly why he woke up so early each morning. Just so that he could get a moment of peace and quiet without anyone. That, and routine.
Walking the corridors with so few other people around was a luxury. Of course, despite the plane of Death was.. dead, it was also, ironically, pulsating with life. Occasionally, he would see someone hurrying past him ( probably another apprentice with unfinished paper work ) or sweeping the floors with a steady pace. Some people never seemed to sleep. Still, it was better than what it could be. Even the thought of the 24/7 ants' nest the place turned into during bigger reap stacks made the man shudder inwardly - despite Grigori liked working, it didn't mean it wasn't exhausting.
Walking down the corridor towards the room Guardians had claimed for themselves, Grigori quickened pace ever so slightly. He knew he didn't have any work yet - the rest of his team was still sound asleep - but still, he didn't really know where else he could go this early without being a nuisance and bothering someone. A thoughtful person, he understood that most people would probably consider killing anyone who disturbed them at this time
On the plus side, he could enjoy the silence of the room. Despite he never really thought of it, there was something about vast, grandesque yet quiet premises he liked, not really able to explain why. Maybe it was the feeling of sacredness? Possibly. Grigori wasn't one to ponder things like this too deeply.
When the door was in his sight and Grigori was about to simply walk to it and open it, the door let a small creak. It also opened slightly. Grigori's cocked his eyebrow, a hint of surprise playing on his features - he had thought nobody else would be in the room.
Ah. Apparently he wasn't the only early bird, then? Wouldn't have been the first time, Grigori thought.
The door then opened, and a man stepped out. Grigori had seen him, but as was his way, he rarely acquainted with many people, so there was no name for the face. Still, Grigori nodded at the man, then continuing his way to the door, his intention being to possibly pass the man.
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Post by JayThorne on May 9, 2015 5:24:03 GMT -8
[[Alright, no problem Eli ovo!!! My posts are gonna start shrinking too anyway hhHHAAA]]
When Joakim opened the door, seeing another person there wasn't exactly very high on his list on things he expected to see. Did he really spend that long in the room? No matter. The man looked down at the smaller Guardian, smiling broadly as he would to a close acquaintance. As it were, this would be the first time they engage in a conversation, if the cossack would grace him with such a thing. They've passed each other quite a number of times, but they've never engaged in a conversation, "Hej," Joakim replied to the other man's curt nod, "Didn't think anyone would be up at this hour." he pushed the closed door open for the Grigori to enter, leaning back against the doorframe to see what he was up to. It wasn't like Joakim had anything to do himself.
Hell, if the opportunity arose, maybe he could even ask Grigori if he wanted to spar, "What're you doing up so early, anyway? Got a reap order too early in the morning and couldn't sleep till now?"
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Post by cossack on May 12, 2015 5:41:17 GMT -8
//OMG IM SO.. SORRY.. For taking this long to reply ;V; I was away all weekend and only now had the time to actually use computer! //
Grigori walked to door the stranger had courteously kept open for him, and slipped inside the round room. As he passed the larger man, he nodded once again as a mark of thankfulness - Grigori always appreciated people who were considerate towards others. He even muttered a quiet "thank you" under his breath to show his own appreciation.
"Am a morning person", he answered as he had made his way into the room. To point and even curt, Grigori wasn't one for smalltalk, really.
He took some steps into the room, probably on his way to inspect the work roster or to sharpen the weapon, when his slowly forming thoughts were interrupted by another question. To be honest, he probably would've enjoyed quietness a bit more, but hey, it wasn't like he had anything else to do. Grigori turned around to face Joakim, a hint of tensity playing on his features.
"I enjoy being up early in the morning. I've gotten used to it over the years"
There was a moment of silence.
"What about you?"
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Post by JayThorne on May 14, 2015 23:02:31 GMT -8
[LMAO ISSOKAY MAN, I WAS CAUGHT UP IN REAL LIFE STUFF MYSELF //SOBB ]
Well now, the Cossack wasn’t much for talk. Not to say Joakim wasn’t expecting it, but hey, it doesn’t hurt to try and start a conversation. He possibly didn’t notice the tenseness in the other man, probably from having to humor the large, slightly talkative viking. A smirk (it was probably meant to be a smile, but that face didn’t seem to be capable of a gentler expression) tugged on the corner of Joakim’s lips as he chuckled,
“Makes the two of us. Though I’ve always been a morning person.” He pushed himself off the doorframe, walking into the room once more. He was curious to see what form of weapon the man favored. Joakim himself wasn’t too fond of battle axe, despite what he reaps with, “Kind of have a love-hate relationship with it, though. The silence is nice. Really nice,” he glanced over to the sheathed sword he had polished not too long ago,
“…Too bad it brings back things I’d rather not think about.” Joakim shrugged his broad shoulders, pocketing his hands, “Eh,” the dismissive sound seemed to be directed more towards himself as he turned his attention to Grigori, “…Oh, by the way. This is the first time we’ve actually spoken, isn’t it? I’m Joakim. Nice to meet you, friend.”
And there was that smirk again, and it was meant to be friendly.
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Post by cossack on May 24, 2015 4:39:13 GMT -8
// school's been kicking my butt like nobody's business UGHHHH -- aka yeah, I haven't had any time/inspiration/feel to reply to anything. The only thing I've been able to even draw has been deadline stuff ahhahhaha -- so yeah, sorry for being inactive once again ;V; I hope you don't mind our RP moving this slowly //
Grigori turned around once again, now trying to concentrate on what he was about to do before he'd been interrupted by the viking. Ah yes, go and check on his weapon, the one he'd left here yesterday so he'd remember to sharpen it in the morning. Grigori was often uneasy about leaving his weapon anywhere - he was too paranoid to think he wouldn't need it even at the HQ - but carrying around a weapon all the time was a bit slow and counterproductive. And this was the best possible place to store it, safest and most convenient.
He walked to the small rack he'd left his shashka, picked it up and weighed it a bit. Grigori knew the weapon, through and through - not only had it been with him as an apprentices, but as a living, walking, talking person. And now he knew, just by picking it up, that it was in need of sharpening.
It didn't take more than a few seconds for him to find a whetstone to use. He sat down on the nearest chair, the sword unsheathed, between his legs, starting to make long, quick movements with his whetstone. The sound of raspy stone against metal filled the room.
Grigori kept wondering why Joakim was such an open person. Right off the bat he told of bad memories ( probably something tragic ), of his habits.. This confused Grigori a bit, mostly so since he himself was such a private person and rarely shared anything about himself. He liked to listen rather than talk. So he listened, attentively, even if it looked like he was concentrating on his weapon rather than his chatty partner.
"Yes, it seems this the first time we talk. Nice to meet you, Joakim, my name is Grigori Andreivitz Grabbe of the Don Cossacks", the cossack replied at the man, now gazing up from his work again. Grigori had done the formal introduction, as not telling his whole name seemed a bit.. weird. It was a habit of sorts. Even if he rarely shared information about himself with others, it was important for others to at least know the name of the man they were facing. He then continued, paying attention to the edge right at the tip of the weapon.
"How long have you been here?", Grigori asked a bit absentmindedly.
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