The peace that formerly reigned in Terra Nova has eroded, now little more than a memory. War ravages the continent. Disputes divide kingdoms; ideals divide families. The quest for power consumes absolutely and indiscriminately. None are immune to its allure.
Who will rise and who will fall? Only time—and ambition—will tell.
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05.26.2023
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The docks. It was time to see what Kasper Van Zant and Evanthe had accomplished by now. He also wanted to speak to Evanthe, to talk to her about the Parabolti, and maybe Magda. He wasn't sure about the latter, though. He wanted to keep Magda all to himself, and not share her with anyone, not even Evanthe. Sometimes he wondered why he felt so possessive, but he tended to shrug it off. She was just a beautiful woman. That was all.
The Lieutenant made his way over to the docks and saw that there had been some good progress. Satisfied, he watched the workers build, his hands resting on his hips. He would then look for Evanthe, and if he couldn't spot her, he would ask a worker or soldier to point him in her direction.
Eventually he would find her. "Officer Curran", he said, nodding a hello.
Post by Evanthe Curran on Jun 18, 2024 16:55:16 GMT -5
Evanthe was making her rounds. A lot of progress had been made at the docks, but there was still work to do. The funny thing was, she would think that seeing the preverbal finish line would make people work harder so they’d get it done, but a lot of the workers thought it meant they could slack off more. She’d had to establish how untrue that thought process was. She was a party girl, but she also understood the value of hard work, and the workers would see no quarter from her.
Aldrich would find her watching over a soldier that had been assigned to work on the docks. She’d just finished chewing him out. She looked up from the lazy fool when Aldrich called out to her, “Lieutenant Abbot,” she saluted.
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Jun 19, 2024 8:07:17 GMT -5
His look moved from Evanthe to the worker. He hadn't been able to hear what she had said, but judging by the man's facial expression, he had just gotten reprimanded. "Bad worker?" he asked Evanthe, gesturing at the man with his head. He would hold out his hand to show that they could go for a walk along the docks while talking. If she agreed, he would start walking.
"In what shape will the docks be by the time the Tour arrives?" Aldrich then asked, curious to know in what condition they would be able to show the docks. They would either have to push through a little harder, or keep the tour distracted from its state.
Post by Evanthe Curran on Jun 19, 2024 9:15:12 GMT -5
“I caught him behind there,” she nodded toward a pile of crates and building materials, “With his hand down the front of his pants,” she hadn’t batted an eye either when he whipped it out to wave his noodle at her. Like that would make her too shy to punish him, “I told him that we’d break all eleven,” she glanced at the soldier, and his face paled before he made a point to hammer the board harder, “digits if he was caught doing that again on duty,”
She would start to walk at his gesture, understanding that he wanted to walk and talk, “If everything proceeds as Van Want and I force, the docks should be completed several days before the Tour is expected to arrive,” the last thing she wanted was for the King to not see results. It wasn’t good for her position, or Kasper’s. Or any of them for that matter.
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Jun 19, 2024 14:06:05 GMT -5
Aldrich raised an eyebrow when Evanthe told him about the worker. He then grinned. Her threat had been something he would have said if he had been in that situation as well.
They walked and talked. "Good to hear", he responded. He looked at the docks again. Good indeed. "Do you have the name of that worker? Don't be afraid to write him up." He looked over his shoulder, where the worker had been, then back at Evanthe. "I like how you handled him." He chuckled. "You're feisty, Curran."
We won't call it quits. We'll call it the start.
Last Edit: Jun 19, 2024 14:07:02 GMT -5 by Aldrich Abbott
Post by Evanthe Curran on Jun 19, 2024 17:38:52 GMT -5
“Yes,” she said, not bothering to look at the slack off diddler, “He’s William Newfield. I’ll be sure to write him up the first chance I get.” At his praise on how she handled the situation, she inwardly preened. Outwardly, she gave a professional nod and a smile, “Thank you sir. The moment required something inspired, and I’m glad that it meets your approval.” But then his other comment was said, and she nearly stopped walking as her brain processed what she just heard, “Um, thank you, Sir?” how exactly did one handle their superior calling them feisty? “I admit no one has called me that before.”
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Jun 20, 2024 7:56:30 GMT -5
Aldrich was glad she knew his name and that she would write him up. There was no room for behaviour like that on a job. He couldn't even imagine feeling the need to do that while working. Some men were animals. Disgusting. Of course he would never consider himself like that, but that was only because he understood that there was a time and place for everything.
She thanked him for the compliment, but then he took it a little too far by calling her fierce. "Forgive me, that wasn't very professional of me." He bowed his head a bit. "It's just that I've gotten used to those Coheedswomen, and a lot of them really have no spine. It's good to be amongst women that stick up for themselves." He rubbed his beard and looked back at Evanthe. "Anything else to report? I haven't talked to you or Van Zant in a while. I've been, uh... busy." He had been busy, actually busy, but he had also been distracted a lot. By Magda.
Post by Evanthe Curran on Jun 21, 2024 11:57:52 GMT -5
Evanthe wasn’t sure how much she believed his apology. She’d heard the whispers about her superior, after all. Why she hadn’t expected him to say something flirtatious toward her. Honestly, it had been a while since she’d try to take a roll in the hay with someone above her, “I’ve taken no offense, sir,” and she really didn’t. He’d taken her off guard, that was all, “I can’t imagine the women here would be of a habit to openly defend themselves as beaten down as they are,” times were supposed to be changing for them, but Evanthe knew that old habits were difficult to break.
“Other than the diddler, nothing new to report. Things are running smoothly so far.”
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Jun 22, 2024 8:36:11 GMT -5
His apology had been sincere, but it was understandable that rumors made it difficult to believe it. Especially when the rumors were true. He smiled slightly at her when she said she had taken no offense. Good. Evanthe was still on the younger side, but she was a good officer, and she had a promising future ahead of her, Aldrich thought.
"Yeah", he responded, glancing towards the direction of the village as if he would suddenly see the women they were talking about. "The Parabolti do look promising, though, and Lady Ivanova wants to see them shine just as much as Nevermere. It's mostly the men that need convincing." Some were progressive, like Kaalim, but others were definitely conservative.
"Good. Thank you, Curran", Aldrich said. "Any word from Van Zant? How is he holding up?"
Post by Evanthe Curran on Jun 25, 2024 7:28:16 GMT -5
Lady Ivanova. Evanthe hadn’t had the chance to meet the woman, but she’d heard a rumor or two about her. Given her own past, she wasn’t one to begrudge another woman for playing around, but Evanthe wasn’t sure what she thought of her outside of that, “I’m sure the Parabolti will be in tip top condition when the king arrives. From what I’ve seen, the women who are able to participate are excelling quickly, given the resources available and encouragement given…” even her own country still had some thoughts about what women could and could not do. At least they had some autonomy, unlike Coheedswomen. They didn’t seem to have much of a choice in anything, even with the new policies being enacted.
“Van Zant is doing a lot better,” she thought about her partner, how down in the dumps he’d been since before they’d been partnered up, “I think he’s readjusting fairly well, given how much he’s lost.”
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Jun 25, 2024 12:53:35 GMT -5
The Parabolti had improved, indeed. But would they be as impressive as the Coheedsmen? He had discussed this with Magda already. They would make it work. The crèche would be another selling point. Aldrich would be lying if he said he didn't worry about what the tour would see when they arrived. With Ryan's disappearance, there was no leader. Magda, technically, for now, but he wasn't sure what the Coheedsmen would say when they learnt about his disappearance.
"Good to hear", he said with a nod. "The tour should do him good as well. I know that I'm looking forward to it." Partly a lie, but also partly the truth. He wanted to see Regan. Othello. He put his hands behind his back and stopped walking to look over the docks again. "Good work here." He looked at Evanthe. "Perhaps we ought to celebrate it. What do you say about a drink?" The afternoon was coming to an end, so most shifts would soon end too. "Amongst those in charge." He smirked slightly.
Post by Evanthe Curran on Jun 28, 2024 8:31:33 GMT -5
Evanthe nodded. The Tour would probably do Kasper some good, yes. Distraction was an excellent way to help deal with grief. Had that not been the way she coped when her family stole her daughter away from her? “I’m looking forward to it, too. It’ll be interesting to see what comes from it,” hopefully it would be all good. Well, she supposed that whatever happened would at least benefit her own country.
She didn’t stop walking exactly when he did, lost in her thoughts as she was. She would stand next to him and surveyed her underling’s work. Honestly she was pleased. She was ready to be done with the whole project so she’d have more time to do what she wanted, whether it was drinking or drawing.
She didn’t narrow her eyes at his smirk, but would smirk back. It wasn’t her first time around the block. She hadn’t forgotten the feisty comment, and she couldn’t help but wonder if he was trying to be smoother now. Well wasn’t that amusing, “A drink sounds good.”
Last Edit: Jun 28, 2024 8:33:14 GMT -5 by Evanthe Curran
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Jul 3, 2024 7:23:00 GMT -5
Aldrich had never thought that he would start to miss Nevermere. When he had gotten the news that he would be send to Coheed, he had been happy to escape Nevermere and its suffocating grip around his throat. Away from Nadine, away from his empty house, away from training cadets. But now, not even Coheed satisfied him anymore. What he felt was something between depressed and too energetic for his own good. He wanted to move mountains and feel good while doing it, but the only thing he had achieved during his time here, was develop a crush on Magda Ivanova.
So when Evanthe agreed to a drink, Aldrich almost sighed in relief. What he really needed was someone to vent to, but he was a man. He didn't vent. His feelings were his and his alone. But he nodded, still smirking a bit. "Would you rather have a drink on the docks, or in private?" He wasn't sure what she preferred. He didn't mind being seen drinking when he was off duty, and the docks did sound good to him. Dangling his feet over the edge, maybe let himself fall in the water and float around a little. Soon it would be winter, and everything would suck again.
Post by Evanthe Curran on Jul 4, 2024 17:50:22 GMT -5
Evanthe was the type of person to be fairly content wherever she was, although she certainly would understand the need for familiar company while in a strange place. It was one of the reasons she liked being in the paired program because she would have her partner with her wherever she was sent. She wasn’t sure how the higher ups or non-paired soldiers did it. She supposed they just made do, or made friends with the natives…or as much a friend as one could be given the vast gap in their cultural norms. She imagined that some friendships would thrives on such differences, while others quickly burned out.
She thought Abbott seemed relieved when she agreed to the drink, but she didn’t know him well enough to be sure. It didn’t matter to her. She was not one to pass up a drink or enjoying any favors that came from drinking with her superior officers. It was a sign to her that she was doing well and was trustworthy, “I reckon I’d enjoy a drink anywhere, sir. The weather’s bound to turn for the worst soon, so maybe we should take advantage of the nice weather while we can?”
Post by Aldrich Abbott on Jul 14, 2024 5:11:42 GMT -5
The only friend he had made here were Kaalim, and Magda, if she could be considered a friend. It was more of an odd power dynamic, to which he was oblivious. So he definitely longed for home, or to see familiar Nevermerean faces at the end of his shift. Such as Evanthe.
He nodded, glad that she would like to have a drink outside. "I agree", Aldrich said. "I'll go grab a bottle and some glasses in my tent. I will find you at the docks after." Unless stopped, he would walk away from her after nodding briefly.
About ten minutes later, Aldrich was back with the promised goods. He looked around and found Evanthe again. With a groan and popping knees, he sat down on the edge of the docks, his feet dangling above the water. "There we are", he said, placing the glasses down between them and filling them. He would place one hand behind him so he could lean back a little, and looked over the water with his glass in the other hand. The sun made the waves look pretty, and peaceful. "To think how grim and dark the waves look in Nevermere", he said, shaking his head a bit. He would miss the sun when he sent back.