#mounted-green-chef

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[Oscar - Rebecca]

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Strolling into the archery range, Rebecca smiled as she remembered the days when she would sneak into her town’s shooting grounds to practice. Her first experience with a bow was a rather embarrassing one - she had managed to hit the target…though it was the haystack beside the one she was aiming for. With skills like that, it was no small miracle that she had made it back safely from Lord Eliwood’s journey to the Dread Isle, and she smiled brightly as she allowed herself to reminisce a bit about the journey. Under the tutelage of the other archers in their company, as well as the repeated stress of life-and-death situations, she had come to realize that her bow had become her best friend and simply…felt uncomfortable without it around.

Slipping her shooting glove onto her right hand, she picked up her bow with her left, grasping it firmly and giving the bowstring a quick tug. Nodding in satisfaction, she nodded her thanks to a departing archer, taking the newly vacated lane. In one smooth motion, she withdrew an arrow from her quiver, and set it on her bowstring, her arm steadily pulling back. She paused, noting the direction and strength of the wind and adjusting her aim accordingly, then released the arrow.

Not a bad shot, she thought to herself. I guess I still have a long way to go before I could match Lady Louise, though. It was no secret that she had idolized the older sniper, and while they had become fast friends during the journey, Rebecca couldn’t help but always notice the difference between the two of them. How she wished she could mimic Louise’s elegance. As a lady, Louise was pleasant and well-mannered; as a sniper, her elegance was of a more deadly nature. In terms of skill in archery, she might manage to compete with the blonde sniper…but in terms of grace and elegance, she had a long way to go.

A voice shook her out of her thoughts, and she turned around. Lowen? she thought to herself, but as she met the green-haired stranger’s gaze, she smiled softly. She had never seen Lowen’s eyes, not even once. The resemblance went further than the green hair, though. Unlike herself and many of the other archers at the range, he was dressed in typical Cavalier gear, but the bow and quiver clearly signified that he was an archer of some skill.

Smiling, she gave a small bow before she replied. ”I’m doing well, thank you for asking! I…assume you’re here to practice, as well?”

[OOC: I hope that you don’t mind that I used this as a bit of a intro post, as well! Thank you for messaging (:]

Oscar tried not to stare too intently, though he had to admit that he was unused to seeing her around. Hoping that she wasn't noticing, he continued to take in a few details - her stance was definitely that of a seasoned archer, as he noticed her fluid drawing motions and her excellent aim. Perhaps not the skill of... say, Shinon, but she most likely outstripped many other people, himself included. The knight tried to pick up a few more things from her appearance; from her clothing he couldn't tell if she was tied to a certain house, but she seemed like she had a few courtly mannerisms about her. It might have been him reading a little too much into it, but Oscar thought that the girl looked like she was composing herself with someone in mind. He smiled - it certainly wouldn't be the first time he had seen a person trying to act with the air of nobility. After being a knight and a mercenary for so long, the green-haired paladin had learned to read such behaviours. Noticing that she had bowed to him, Oscar also inclined forward slightly, saying, "Yes, I am. I must admit, I'm not quite as polished yet... but you seem quite skilled. Might I ask who you trained under?" He hoped that he hadn't come off too forward in his approach, but the stance that the girl adopted had also been quite different from what he had been taught. Both his brother and his instructor back while he had been training as a knight both had different technique, though, so it could just be personal preference... Oh, shoot - how could he forget to introduce himself? And dressed in his knight's attire at that! "Apologies for the late introduction - I'm Oscar, of the Crimean Royal Knights. It's a pleasure to meet you." He bowed again; he certainly couldn't leave a bad impression of House Crimea now.

[somekindofladyknight-blog]

Marcia stepped into the grand hall of the castle, blue eyes taking in all the different decorations that had been placed around the halls. People turned to look at her, and she moved forward, following the sound of classical music. A servant moved to talk to her, pointing towards where she was already headed. She nodded, and offered a slight curtsy, thanking him for his direction. As she entered the main room, she saw pieces of paper on each table. As she moved to look at one, she saw it had a name on it.

Seating arrangements, she thought to herself, glancing over the large room. How in the world am I supposed to find my seat?

Her eyes scanned over the room, noting empty seats. She moved quickly and lightly, hoping to get seated as soon as possible. After flitting around for a moment or two, she saw a familiar face. Marcia shuffled over, noting the other attendant at the table. He looked familiar too, but she wasn't sure. 

At the table, she looked at open seat, picking up the paper with her name on it. She grinned, and plopped into the seat, sighing a little at the comfort it offered her after a few days of hard riding and flying.

Again, she looked at the other people at the table, and smiled with surprise at the man squinting.

"Oscar! Long time, no see. Didn't know you'd be attending!" 

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"Oi, hurry up, will ya? I got places to be, Ma'am." The title, if you could even call it that, had been tacked on the end mockingly. The kid at the stable was bored, and irritated at his sudden summoning. It was his job to tend to the horses of the castle's inhabitants, but seeing as tonight was a ball he'd figured the night was his to have fun with. Instead, he was holding the reigns to a tired Pegasus, from some far off country he'd only recently learned of, while its rider crashed through the rows of stalls, looking for one she deemed suitable.

Marcia let out a huff, ducking in and out of the stalls, pinching her nose from the occasional odors. "I'm hurryin', ya little clamhead!" she called from the other end of the building, a bag slung over one shoulder, spear resting on the other. "Jeez, can't y'at least pretend to have some manners? This is your job, isn't it?" Before he could snap a reply, she stopped in front of a stall midway down the stable, pulling its door closed. "No peeking!"

The boy let out a snort, leading her Pegasus to a closer stall.  "Don't flatter yerself, you old hag! I'd rather--"

"Call me an old hag again and see if I don't smarten you up!" 

"All right, all right. You'd kill a kid fer havin'a little fun, wouldn't ya?"

Marcia started to reply, but stopped. "I don't have the time to be conversing with the stable boy," she muttered, leaning against the side of her stall, her armor and bag at her feet and the spear propped in the corner.

She bent to pick up her bag, spilling some of its contents onto a small pile of hay. Her coin purse plopped onto the hay, followed by some sort of dark red fabric and a few trinkets. She was thankful to have traveled light, although she had rushed to get to the foreign palace on time. She was still late, and wasn't sure how many people she knew that would be attending, and she was nervous. She shook her head, distilling the distracting thoughts. She would not embarrass herself, and if it was obvious that she was out of her element, then sucks to it all. Marcia was going to enjoy herself.

She threw her traveling clothes to the floor, kicking them into a pile and donning the maroon gown. A small necklace fell from one of the folds, and she ducked to retrieve it, smiling as her fingers clasped around its cool metal. It was a plain silver chain and the pendant was jade green, with a small design in silver surrounding the rock. She fastened it around her neck, and noted her tangled, windblown hair. "Crackers," she breathed out, turning to pick up the bag, her knees still bent. She stood up, and felt around, feeling for a small comb she'd packed. She grasped it, quickly brushing through the bits of dust and leaves her hair had acquired during the journey.

A few minutes later, she stood up fully, looking down at her dress, turning around and around, making sure it fit right. It fit nicely, hugging her hips, and then flowing out to the ground. The bodice was V-hemmed, with a shoulder-width scoop. The fabric gathered at the hips, drawing the eye to the reddish brown underskirt of the dress. The bodice showed off her collarbone, and the necklace centered perfectly, resting on the middle of the shown skin.

She'd put on slippers; maroon, the same shade as the outer layer of her dress. There were small designs in silver, barely visible. The dress was long enough to cover her feet, dragging along the ground. She paused a moment more, and hoisted the gown up a little, lifting it above the hay. Marcia decided she looked well enough, released the cloth, ducked to pick up her bag again, scooping her travel clothes and other belongings into it. She straightened herself, and called to the stable boy.

"Is it alright if I leave my stuff here for now? I can pay you, if I need!"

He came to her stall, looking at the bag. " 'small enough I could put it in a storage stall, yeah. The spear, too. How long is it gonna stay here?"

"I suppose until the ball's over." "Ah. Alright, jus' leave it there and I'll take care of it."

She reached down again, and pulled her coin purse from the bag, opening it and removing some coins. "Will this be enough?" she asked, dropping the money into his hands.

"Yes'm. This'll do just fine."

A small smile played across her lips, and she tucked the coin purse back into her sack. "If I find any of it missing, I'll know to come after you." "Oi, whaddaya take me for, a thief?" A bell rang, interrupting her retort. She hitched the skirts up, shrugging. "Y'never know, yanno? Anyhow, I'll be back for my stuff later." With that, she was rushing through the stable, her hand brushing against her Pegasus before she entered the night, the smell of cooking food and burning fires washing over her.

It was time to attend a ball. 

[mounted-green-chef-blog]

Training at the Range [Astrid - Oscar]

"Thank you," Oscar managed to get out. He didn't know why it was so hard to ask a fellow knight for her help, especially someone who he already knew and had worked with. Even in his training days there were several females serving in the Crimean army, and he worked perfectly well with them... not to mention Titania and Mist, and he talked with them all the time. But for some reason, it was different with Astrid. He wondered if it was because she had been of a noble Begnion house; although she insisted that she not be differentiated for it, it was very difficult to break habits he had for nobles, habits he had learned in his knighthood. Then again, he treated Queen Elincia with respect and knew her on a somewhat personal level as well, but he had no problems speaking with her. So Oscar concluded that there must just be something with the black-haired paladin, and he just hadn't figured it out yet. "Would you like to meet at the archery range tonight?" he asked, trying to sound as natural as possible. "It shouldn't be too cold..." ((ooc: y-yes I do they're like my only fanon ever XD I'm usually suck a canon sucker but even though Astrid/Makalov is plausible I hate how it was just shoved in our faces in RD - okay there's a ton of things I could say about RD about both characters I RP here but that's for another time lol))

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Abel - Oscar (a.k.a. the beginnings of the Green Knights League)

Oscar couldn't help but notice Abel's bewildered glance at his face; he assumed that the other knight was simply confused at his eyes. Well, it certainly hadn't been the first time someone looked at him like that, but it did get a little frustrating after a while. He wasn't handicapped or anything... "Altea, was it? I've never heard of it, forgive me," he said, bowing slightly as well. "My name is Oscar, of the Crimean Royal Knights. It's a pleasure to meet you." He tried to extend his right hand to offer a handshake, but realized that it was carrying an entire bag of spices, so he quickly transferred the bag to his left to free up his hand. Smiling slightly at his clumsy exchange, he explained: "Sorry, I was out buying a few things for the meal at the base tonight..."

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Recovery Mission (4b) [Oscar/Kieran]

The red-haired knight narrowed his eyes as the forest's dense foliage gave way to a burst of sunlight for just a moment before fading once again into comfortable shadow. The sun was already getting quite strong considering that there were still some hours left before noon. 

Between the crunching of leaves beneath his horse's hooves and the ambient forest sounds, the mood of the external world contrasted wildly with Kieran's growing affront. This mission had been grating on his nerves since he first heard of the situation. They could not reach the bandits' base sooner! Of all the vile acts--

"I can't believe this! What despicable villains would steal someone's sheep! Of all the nerve! Why, a farmer's sheep are to him as my horse is to me! His brothers-in-arms, who feed and clothe him! Anyone who dishonors this sacred bond has no soul! Miscreants, the lot of them! Scoundrels!"

He continued to rant for some time before turning to glare at his companion, as if daring him to refute those words. 

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Open Post: Dinner Time!

Ah, the smell of the kitchen. Oscar missed being able to cook; true, it wasn't like he didn't have access to cooking utensils while he was with the Royal Knights, but usually all the knights would eat the same standard fare together. He also appreciated the work that the cooks of the barracks did for them, and he thought that it would be an offense to not eat their food. So the green-haired knight grew to treasure the moments he was able to help out with cooking, and sometimes he would miss the days when he regularly cooked for the Mercenaries. He brushed his hand over the pots on the stove in thought, wondering what he could cook today. Someone said they would be bringing back some meat tonight, right? Perhaps he could create a stew… A stray piece of parchment jutting out of his cookbook caught his eye. Quickly scanning it over, he was intrigued; he didn't remember seeing a recipe quite like this - it didn't seem like it was from Crimea, or Tellius for that matter - but it looked simple enough, and so he decided to give it a try. Cracking a few eggs and some rice, he gently folded the eggs over the rice into a small dome shape and drizzled some tomato sauce on top. It certainly wasn't like any meal he had ever seen, but Oscar was always open to new recipes, so he carefully cut open a small portion of the rice wrapped in egg and took a bite. To his pleasant surprise, the egg and tomato sauce blended with the rice nicely - it could use a bit of spice, but the knight was satisfied with how it turned out. "Well, this will be tonight's dinner, then!" he decided happily, gathering more of the ingredients. He wondered who would stop by for some food... ((ooc: This was actually my dinner tonight lol. Screwed up on the egg though :|))