#torquemartain

[winterlocked-rp]

Hi! I was wondering if I would be able to reserve Maryam Potts? I'd love to be able to apply for her but I don't think I'll be able to get my application before the next acceptance date.

Of course! Maryam Potts is now on reserve until 19 July.

— Admin Kel

[markusarcain-blog]

When Rome's in Ruins | Markus and Torque

Loosening the knot of his tie a little bit, Markus sat down and the all too familiar bar stool, motioning for the bar tender to bring him his usual. After his party, he told himself he was going to swear off drinking for a good long while, but after the last couple of days he figured if anyone needed a fucking beer right now. It was him.

Nodding as the bar tender place a glass of beer in front of him, going back to his other duties, Markus couldn't help but sigh. The situation seemed hopeless, especially when he returned home briefly for lunch, and found Denian holding his worst nightmare. An official note signed but Orractous Fucking Darfoe stripping Borus of leadership, and telling them to prepare for the change. Which had of course enraged Markus even more, sending him back out into the bloodshed, hoping and praying he could find at least one person of rank or pull to listen to him. 

But of course, he hadn't. Which was why he was here, instead of back at the apartment, drowning his failure in a large glass of alcohol.

[mariusthesus]

Rat's Step | Torque and Marius

There was only one thing to do at the end of an incredibly boring day of battle -- and though the good Commander had made it a great deal better, he'd also scampered off way too quickly again --, and that was to have a good drink.  Weren't that many bars to be found, though, not with the whole city on lockdown due to the battle, but Marius had nevertheless taken it upon himself to check every last alleyway just in case he happened to find a still open bar.  Not that he'd had any luck so far, and with the moon already hanging high in night sky he was quickly beginning to lose his patience.  After yet another shady dead end that held all of two piles of bricks and one cat that eyed him with what Marius would have described, on a person, as fierce hatred, he came to terms with the fact that this night wasn't going to get any better, and started to make his way back to camp.

The closer he got to the set of buildings the Mancers had taken up as their temporary base while in the city, the quieter things got.  Just about everyone seemed to be asleep, the day's fighting having taken its toll on them all -- battle itself was already exhausting, but when you had to protect every gods-damned civilian who wandered too close to the fighting, you were bound to be dead-tired by the end of the day.

Turned out quickly enough that he wasn't as alone he'd thought, however.  He rounded the next corner much too sharply and promptly found himself smashed up against-- well, he wasn't too sure just who, but neither did he care much.  Marius pushed the other man away with a snarl, in the process getting a good look at just who he'd run into -- Torque Martain, of all people.  Twins take him, what a way to take his already lack-luster evening yet another step further.  

"You got no eyes under all that hair, darling, or were you just that desperate to cop a feel?"  he asked, a mocking grin already in place.  "Come now, love.  There are easier ways to go about that."

[denian-thesus]

Battle is an open door || Denian & Torque

Ok...can I just...think something crazy? Defending a city was not like attacking a city. There's too much defense not enough offense for my taste, Denian mentally complained previously before the commencement of battle.

Covered head to toe in dirt and blood, he couldn't complain now. Under Borus' command, the group had been assigned to the front line nearest to the river, which suited Denian as an ice magician. So from first light onwards, he'd basically spent the next few hours toying with the Knights. He'd built a series of protective ice walls, acting as a barrier that allowed sufficient coverage to allow him to volley over ice shards, impaling any knight that dared to challenge him. To say the least, he was starting to enjoy himself before his group were allowed to retreat for some well earned respite. 

But he wasn't going to knock back the chance for rest. He already felt drained and depleted as he lumbered back to base camp, ready to seek food. Drooping into the wooden seat, he grunted at one of the younger Mancer, who was to young to join battle but was useful enough to act almost like squires, who quickly fetched Denian a bowl of soup and a ration of bread. "I don't think I ever want to leave this seat," his comment not meant for any particular ears, before ungracefully gulping down the warm delicious soup.