+-----[ Raven Army Barracks ]-------------------------------------------------+ | | | Bunk beds and lockers line the walls of Raven Barracks. It seems fairly | | neat, although there is the occasional unmade bunk or stack of unwashed | | uniforms. Above the door there is a poster with red lightning bolts | | slashing down from a stylized image of a black raven. As you enter, a | | doorguard looks up, ready to challenge you if he (or she) doesn't think you | | belong in Raven's barracks. | | | +-----------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | Obvious Exit: (H)allway | +-----------------------------------------------------------------------------+ Oscar [IC], Mavryn [IC], and Meriman [IC] are here.
Kiendas has arrived.
Arazia has arrived.
Oscar salutes Cheyan, reluctantly.
Cheyan says, almost pleasantly, "Good evening."
Meriman nods to Cheyan.
Kiendas responds, "If you say so Sir."
Cheyan returns the salutes offered to her with a faint half-smile on her
face Then she continues, "I'm your new commander. Or, in other words: I'm
your worst nightmare." She grins, and not nicely... there's humor in her
eyes, but it doesn't look pleasant.
Cheyan says, "I'll expect better than your best every moment we're together
and I don't accept excuses. I'm not afraid to push all of you out of the
nest and I don't care if some of you hit the ground and break your worthless
little necks. If you need help, I'll give it - but I won't slow down. We
only have three months before our first battle and I'm not about to waste
/any/ of that time."
Cheyan waits for a moment, watching the faces of her soldiers.
Meriman grimaces.
Arazia blinks a tad, but nods, hands clasped behind her back, wringing slightly.
Cheyan continues, still with that grim, malicious smile on her face, "As
you can tell, none of you are in toons right now. None of you are toon leaders.
I'll decide that based on what I see of you at practice. And I do expect
you to be at every practice, no exceptions and no excuses."
Kiendas says, "If you don't mind me saying, Sir, some of us are more than
ready and won't take any where near three months." He looks to some of the
new soldiers, "Though some may."
Cheyan nods. "That's a good thing to hear. That's a very good thing to hear."
Cheyan says, "If you do well, you'll be rewarded. If I decide you deserve
to lead a toon, I will expect you to clean up your own messes - but I will
trust that you will be /able/ to. If, however, you betray that trust, you
/will/ regret it, that I swear." At those last words, her eyes go dark,
cold... she pauses for a long moment before going on. "As a last note - there
will be /no/ mock battling with /anyone/ from another army. I don't care
if they were your dearest friends. You do NOT enter a battleroom during freeplay
unless the only other soldiers in there are Ravens. No exceptions, no excuses,
for anyone. Ever."
Cheyan says, "And that goes for launchies, too. If I hear that anyone from
Raven has been doing /anything/ with any launchies, for any reason other
than a teacher's express orders, there /will/ be consequences and you will
/not/ like them."
Meriman nodding vehemently. "Yes, Sir."
Mavryn has disconnected.
Cheyan finishes, softly, "Do we understand each other?" She looks from face to face, waiting.
Meriman nods quickly.
Arazia nods, wiping her hands slightly on her sides, getting rid of the sweat.
Kiendas smiles a little at the new guy, but doesn't say anything.
Cheyan asks finally, "Does anyone have any questions?"
Arazia shakes her head no.
Kiendas says brightly, "Are you always like this?"
Cheyan grins at Kiendas. "Nope. When I'm irritated, I'm worse."
Kiendas says, "All I wanted to know, Sir."
Cheyan nods, then heads for the door. "Like always, bunking is arranged
by seniority. We've got the middle of the day to practice - right after lunch.
Your classes will be shifted around a little, for that reason... check your
schedules. Our next practice is tomorrow, right after lunch... I expect to
see you all there."
Cheyan goes out, silently.
Status changed from "In Character" to "Out of Character"
(OOC) Cheyan> And now for the OOC section of this... by the way, I'm nowhere near as cruel as Cheyan.
(OOC) Cheyan> But I don't do OOC trades and unless otherwise noted, all
my actions are and will be IC. I understand that you can't be at every scheduled
event and that you won't be there for all of the spontaneous ones either.
If at all possible, I will try to schedule things at a time that is good
for most people. But you know what they say about pleasing all of the people
all of the time.... it ain't a-gonna happen.
(OOC) Cheyan> And as for mock battling.... I don't like it. If it's OOC,
I can't do too much to you, as much as I might want to.... but if it's IC,
you /will/ see IC consequences, and they could well be pretty harsh. She'd
make an exception for friends anywhere but in the battleroom. And for launchies,
never, especially not the battleroom.
(OOC) Meriman> so scheduleeed practices are when moo time? pacific time right?
(OOC) Cheyan> Dunno.
(OOC) Meriman> fair enough
(OOC) Kiendas> whenever we've enough
(OOC) * Cheyan nods. "Right."
Arazia has disconnected.
(OOC) Cheyan> So now I'll take my leave... see you all later.