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Post by VLADIMIR ILOSSA on Jun 17, 2010 22:00:01 GMT -5
 . . "Seriously, you could've just dragged me downstairs instead of throwing me."
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Ah, how can things go wrong at brief times of peace? Valhalla’s peak happened have a great view over the city of Neubapolis. It seemed as if this place was the true paradise in middle of the entire chaos, perhaps a lot of people living within the walls were at ease since it provided them with a sense of security. The war seemed to consume everything in its path like locusts, even a great capital of Valentine was now in shambles because of the entire conflict. A lot of the warriors didn’t even know what they were fighting for anymore, but a lot of them had fun shedding blood gladly for their king Odin. The ferociously well-trained warriors of Aesir had a formidable fighting force, and among them the berserkers and valkyries led the main forces in front lines to victory.
Among the blood thirsty warriors there was one specific black sheep that stood out from the rest. A lazy, but young twenty-year old berserker slept on the deck of the guard tower in middle of his shift, scratching his behind. Would anyone dare to bother his nap? Hell, many interrupted, and all of them gave up trying to shape him up from his easy-going and ‘all will work out on its own’ attitude. It wasn’t long before entire bucket freezing cold water was dumped onto his head, and in instant the berserker woke up.
“What the hell was that for?!” He cried out loud towards a fellow berserker who was clad in full plate armor.
“Valkyries need you, go see them at briefing quarters.”
The droopy eyed Vladimir was starting to doze off into sleep once more as he started to lie down on the deck, “Yeah, just… give me five more minutes and tell them I’ll be down in no time.” The armored berserker flushed in rage, his massive hands grabbed Vladimir by his weapon sling and tossed him down the stairs. Thank god he was a demi-human or else he might’ve broken a few bones from that fall, now fully awake he scratched the back of his head, a little annoyed by the fact that some big guy had to ruin his nap.
Lazily, Vladimir headed to the briefing room and when he got there two valkyries stared at him with disgust before opening the doorway where three valkyries were inside for a meeting. What were they expecting him to be some kind of a classy battle maidens as such as themselves? He blinked and studied each of them before going in, and as soon as he stepped inside the room the door slammed behind him. Whatever it was it had to be something important, but he didn’t feel like hearing the briefing. It always had to do with either fighting or escorting anyways.
“Can we please get this out of the way?” He sat on the chair and leaned forward.
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Note;; BS first post. OSSUM! Oh and... tag Missy.
Muse;; Moderate.
Morale;; Meh.
Listening to;; Nothing.
BGM: Bleach OST - Do do dance
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