#bellicostic

[idealhost-a]

loyal depends - yes on the battlefield but he’s got his weird personal situation with garlond so 😔

             "  look at that  ..  one, two  ..  three lines.  "     if she were handing out certificates of commendation, his would be a gold.   far better luck than she has ever had.   of course, stickers randomly placed and actual bingo were two entirely different things.    "  i might have to deduct a point here or there  --  i can't be too generous,  three lines or no.  "    she has a reputation to uphold, after all.  where's the fun in making anything too easy when she could have a bit of fun ?   "  i never thought ye to be a man interested in bingo.  does work not keep ya busy ?  "

✧   @bellicostic  submitted  a  bingo  sheet  &  got  three  lines  »  source .

[wrathfuldissonance]

just a few casual bingos from The Garlean™

"You know, yeah, I can see it."

"... I'm still gonna punch ye, cull."

[hydrvs]

@bellicostic sent ; ❛ though the suffering cannot be undone, i can still mete out justice. ❜ // from nero

❝ SCAEVA, isn't it ? GAIUS have done well choosing you to serve as his loyal second-in-command ❞ the force behind REGULA's voice cited authority and command , whether it were on the battlefield or mere casual conversation . he stood before a window , dressed in regal formality ... one which reflected not only his position of LEGATUS but also a well decorated VETERAN . medals and golden filigree adorned his chest and shoulders .

VARIS ZOS GALVUS's favourite little soldier , some would say with oozing mockery and jealousy . HOWEVER , despite being childhood friends and being in favour , REGULA earned his position and every single decoration . forever stained with blood , his hands and weapon were ever at the ready to carry on his RADIANCE's orders .

arms folded behind his back , he peered through the glass , the scenery revealed a proper snowy weather . ❝ pain nourishes courage . only the strong are seared with scars . ❞ he turned to face the younger man , mismatched gaze , one eye of glossy amethyst and one of cloudy bluish white , an angry looking scar running across . ❝ the EMPIRE needs many more men like you . ❞

[primalvessel]

@bellicostic asked for a starter that wasn't the modern ones I was calling for akjshdakjdhalkjdh

The facility was vast. Corridors and rooms upon corridors and rooms, with elevators at relatively regular intervals to take one up or down to more rooms and corridors.

Subject FE035 - that had been his designation since they'd released him, though one of his 'handlers' had taken to calling him 'Marius'. He had no idea if it was some kind of a pet-name or his name prior to being conscripted but it made little difference to him. So long as he obeyed his orders, it didn't matter what they called him.

It had been drilled into him from the first moments he could remember and mere minutes ago it had been reiterated in light of the fact that his training was complete and he was being handed off.

Only...

He wondered how little his training would matter under Valens, of all people.

His musings were cut short by a sharp little jab in his back and he stumbled forward, tail lashing for balance as he was pushed across the threshold into an office. Even if the office had been any different to those of other ranking Garleans, his surroundings didn't interest him.

His gaze was drawn by the room's occupant if only because Valens' reputation preceded him.

Ears flat and tail limp behind him, the Miqo'te sank his teeth into his bottom lip as he was announced by his escort.

"The self-proclaimed 'vessel of Griever', subject FE035, ready for transfer," Marius' escort announced with a smart salute that wasn't echoed by the Miqo'te, who simply stood, watching his new 'master'.