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Post by Pip on Aug 22, 2009 23:06:41 GMT -5
The sun barely rose over the mountains surrounding the Hellsing manor when Pip barged down the bedroom hallways. Over Walter's displeasure, he managed to run away with one of the butler's favorite cooking kettles and a wooden spatula. Over the loud clanging and stomping of his boots he hollered "RISE AND SHINE ENFANTS! GET YER ASSES OFF OF ZE BED RIGHT NOW" more banging followed. "Ze capitaine requires all you to be in excellent shape for our upcoming assignment in ze U.S. For all you who are staying with moi at the home front, God bless your souls .... I want all of you changed into loose fitting clothes and waiting for me at the training grounds in exactly one hour. See you there!" With that being said he continued to rattle the kettle across the remaining sleeping patrons' doors as he made his way to the training grounds.
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Post by tosca on Aug 23, 2009 8:18:40 GMT -5
Tosca stood waiting in the training grounds, leaning against a wall as she took some drags from her cigarette. "Good morning captain," she greeted with a smile. "I've come to help you train some soliders."
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Post by Pip on Aug 23, 2009 20:47:24 GMT -5
"Oh really mademoiselle ..." he said as he spat his cigarette butt to the ground and stomped it out with the heel of his boot. "Well petite ... how do you know your not subjected to ze training as well, hmm?"
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Post by tosca on Aug 24, 2009 5:57:02 GMT -5
Tosca smiled slightly. "I'm already trained to be able to kill things Captain. What training are you conducting today?" she asked.
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Aug 25, 2009 6:31:18 GMT -5
Almost silently he hops down out of a tree nearby and jogs to Pip's side. "Hullo Captain! From the looks of things, you are about to break some people's spirits and turn them into killing machines. Let me help...I'm good at that part!" He grins proudly.
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Post by Pip on Aug 25, 2009 23:44:35 GMT -5
Slapping a hand to his fore head, Pip slowly shook his head side to side. "Mon dieu people! Don't you all jump me for control at once!" Throwing his hands behind his head he let out a hearty chuckle. "A good majority of our soldiers would be my men, the wild geese, protocol is as follows: we fight in accordance to said majority. So I'm pretty sure all of you are skilled at what you do .... but my men ... my rules. So we will be fighting according to my standards. Do we agree mes amis?"
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Post by tosca on Aug 27, 2009 5:50:35 GMT -5
Tosca had a smirk on her face as she listened to the Captain. "I suppose so," she replied a little bored, just wanting to start training or fighting.
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Post by Sir_Integral on Aug 29, 2009 5:49:57 GMT -5
Already dressed and caffeinated by the time the captain had made his rounds, Sir Integral makes her way to the training grounds at a leisurely stroll. She smirks as her men run past her. Occasionally, she snaps at a slow one, warning them that Ghouls don't care if they spent the previous evening on the town and failed to be rested by the time they reached the battlefield. The woman adjusts the strap at her hips, settling the buckle into the familiar spot at her side. Her sword hangs perfectly beside her. She was in full battle attire; PPk at her other hip, another smaller weapon clings to her thigh like a frightened child, she rests her hand on the butt of the gun in very much the same way a mother would touch the top of a child's head to comfort it. Once the stragglers file into the the room and the last one takes his place, the commander takes her spot beside Pip and, pulling the little mic from it's spot at his shoulder, she places it against her lips and smiles, a moment later her voice echos throughout the room. "Good Morning, Gentlemen! To those of you who actually slept: I hope you slept well. To those of you who were foolish to think you'd be sleeping in this morning: You were mistaken, but, rest assure, you shall sleep well tonight. Regardless of who has been asleep and who has not, I've noticed that the entirity of this little 'company' is moving a bit sluggishly this morning. I think we need to be awake for these drills, don't you, Captain Bernadette?" She waits a moment for the man to agree with her, lowering the mic just a bit before continuing: "Gents, let's get back upstairs and change out of our pajamas and into something more appropriate." Slipping a stopwatch out of her breast pocket, she drops the mic and it dangles at the captain's thigh. She takes a step away from the man and holds up the stopwatch and has no problem projecting her next sentence. "You have two minuets."
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Post by Pip on Aug 29, 2009 18:48:39 GMT -5
Picking up the mike again, Pip started to bark orders as quick as he could make his next breath. "YOU HEARD ZE CAPITAINE! MOVE MOVE MOVE! IF EVEN ONE OF YOU COME BACK LATE, IT WILL BE TRAINING EXCERISES AGAINST ALUCARD FOR ALL OF YOU"
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Post by tosca on Aug 31, 2009 5:50:56 GMT -5
Tosca grinned as she saw all the soldiers running as fast as they could back to their barracks. She however was fully dressed and didnt move from her spot.
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Post by thelonlysoldier714 on Aug 31, 2009 7:53:33 GMT -5
Jack was already leaving the shooting range with an M4 assault rifle and a target poster of Sadom Hussein. He raised it to show Pip. "Enemy would sure as hell be pissing and shitting them self if they dared to think to head to head, captain." He glanced at Tosca. "Hey honey." he smiled at her.
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Post by tosca on Aug 31, 2009 8:36:32 GMT -5
"Hey cutie," she winked at him. "Are you ready for me to woop your ass in training?" she asked him with a large smile spread across her face.
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Post by thelonlysoldier714 on Aug 31, 2009 8:43:51 GMT -5
Jack looked at her then he just smiled. "Yes I am" he looked at Pip then. "If thats alright if I train just a bit longer with Tosca, Captain Pip"
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Post by tosca on Aug 31, 2009 9:35:57 GMT -5
"You make it sound as if you're going to let me win," she said, taking another drag from her cigarette.
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Post by thelonlysoldier714 on Sept 1, 2009 11:19:07 GMT -5
"Oh," jack replied. "I do" He gave her a wink.
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