The very model of a modern major general [OPEN]
Characters: Major Vole, and anyone who runs into him
Content: Vole's on his way to a new assignment on the Victoria II
Setting: out and about at the races
Time: backdated to a day or two before the ships leave the race area
Warnings: uptight, perfectionist not-a-Jager on a mission of sorts
There was entirely too much dust in the air here, the Major decided. His crisply pressed uniform was getting dirty at a disheartening rate, and he still hadn't spotted his ship. Marching grimly forward, he scanned the lines of vessels to his right and left, his black eyes shielded from the sun by one of his huge hands.
Content: Vole's on his way to a new assignment on the Victoria II
Setting: out and about at the races
Time: backdated to a day or two before the ships leave the race area
Warnings: uptight, perfectionist not-a-Jager on a mission of sorts
There was entirely too much dust in the air here, the Major decided. His crisply pressed uniform was getting dirty at a disheartening rate, and he still hadn't spotted his ship. Marching grimly forward, he scanned the lines of vessels to his right and left, his black eyes shielded from the sun by one of his huge hands.