Post by Aldrich Abbott on Feb 7, 2023 10:40:47 GMT -5
[For Regan Lassiter ]
It was around 7:30pm, the day after the desastreus training that had resulted in him getting cursed and Regan stepping in to yell at the brats that thought they could undermine his power and orders. He was thankful that she had stepped in, but on the other hand he was extremely bothered by the fact that he had lost control over the situation. He had been a drill instructor for seventeen years now, and the cadets just seemed to get brattier and brattier as the years went by. He still could not believe the words that had left Mosse's mouth. He had pushed the kid years prior, and had annoyed him by making him do stupid shit, but it was a whole other thing to insult a superior like he had done. The kids just didn't understand his reasoning. Yes, he was a bully and a jerk, but his exercises weren't pointless. It was sad that he would have to literally spell it out for them in order for their stupid, little brains to understand why he drilled them like that.
Shannon had cursed him to sound like a chicken. Where she had gotten the nerve, he didn't know, but he did know that he wouldn't be going easy on her, or on Mosse, for that matter. They'd learn what it meant to mess with the wrong guy. In his opinion, they had now already proven that they were not fit for the military. He wouldn't trust them in combat against the enemy, and feared that other soldiers would also feel this way about them. They'd surely have to try real hard to gain back the respect from their peers, even though they might have found this little curse funny.
Luckily for Abbott, the curse had worn off throughout the next day and by the late afternoon, he was back to normal. Or well, 'normal'. He still had a headache and his throat was sore from all the clucking. That's why he found himself at a little tavern in Skia that evening. Drinking ale by himself. He had purposefully looked for a less crowded tavern. If people were to approach him to mock him about his chicken-like behaviour, he might just have knocked their lights out -- permanently.
It was around 7:30pm, the day after the desastreus training that had resulted in him getting cursed and Regan stepping in to yell at the brats that thought they could undermine his power and orders. He was thankful that she had stepped in, but on the other hand he was extremely bothered by the fact that he had lost control over the situation. He had been a drill instructor for seventeen years now, and the cadets just seemed to get brattier and brattier as the years went by. He still could not believe the words that had left Mosse's mouth. He had pushed the kid years prior, and had annoyed him by making him do stupid shit, but it was a whole other thing to insult a superior like he had done. The kids just didn't understand his reasoning. Yes, he was a bully and a jerk, but his exercises weren't pointless. It was sad that he would have to literally spell it out for them in order for their stupid, little brains to understand why he drilled them like that.
Shannon had cursed him to sound like a chicken. Where she had gotten the nerve, he didn't know, but he did know that he wouldn't be going easy on her, or on Mosse, for that matter. They'd learn what it meant to mess with the wrong guy. In his opinion, they had now already proven that they were not fit for the military. He wouldn't trust them in combat against the enemy, and feared that other soldiers would also feel this way about them. They'd surely have to try real hard to gain back the respect from their peers, even though they might have found this little curse funny.
Luckily for Abbott, the curse had worn off throughout the next day and by the late afternoon, he was back to normal. Or well, 'normal'. He still had a headache and his throat was sore from all the clucking. That's why he found himself at a little tavern in Skia that evening. Drinking ale by himself. He had purposefully looked for a less crowded tavern. If people were to approach him to mock him about his chicken-like behaviour, he might just have knocked their lights out -- permanently.
