Air Freshener

Dec 13, 2006 11:27

He wondered if someone heard the thud of his rucksack hitting the floor. Full of bloodied bandages, empty rations containers, electronics, ammo, anything and everything ( Read more... )

steev, open, sarge, red zealot

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baked_delights December 13 2006, 21:42:48 UTC
...say what?

Steev paused, mid-stride on his way passing through the room, staring at the sergeant.

"Uh?"

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sgt_goodbutter December 14 2006, 02:47:44 UTC
Sarge took a second to realize there was a stranger in his house. Making sure he wasn't going to barrage the other man with accusatory questions - he looked decent - he dropped a hand on his hip.

"Damn straight, 'uh'. Mind tellin' me who you are, son?"

Hm, slightly pretentious, but with no heat.

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baked_delights December 14 2006, 02:53:37 UTC
Steev saluted the older male, straightening his posture more than usual. "Sergeant Vilhelm, sir," he answered professionally.

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sgt_goodbutter December 14 2006, 03:03:11 UTC
Sarge blinked, shoulders dropping. He chuckled and returned Steev's salute smartly. "Another sarge, huh? Well, just to let you know, that name's taken... but I'll be glad to call you Vilhelm... or maybe your first name." He scritched at his head.

"So, did they think I was dead and sent out another master at arms?"

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