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July 12, 2022 at 8:08 pm #113263
@freedomwriter76
Mikkel
Ezra had plenty of wounds too. He had known it, somehow, but surely it wasn’t right to dump one’s problems onto someone already grieving.
Mikkel sighed and stood up, his left leg stiff from sitting too long. “I don’t think a way out will be available at…” He checked his watch again. “Two thirty-eight at night. Not if this place has a proper security system.”
He walked to the end of the dias, feeling more at home every second. “What I can’t fathom is why this place is yet a proper castle. It aught to have been confiscated for a hospital or prison by now.”
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the GorkJuly 13, 2022 at 1:44 pm #113282Anonymous- Rank: Chosen One
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Eva
“What I can’t fathom is why this place is yet a proper castle. It aught to have been confiscated for a hospital or prison by now.”
Eva shrugged. “Who knows.” She smiled. “But since we won’t be able to get out, why don’t we find somewhere to stay and sleep?”
Ezra slowly nodded. Swallowed, hard. “Yeah. We…we can do that.”
“That would probably be best.” Mikkel replied.
Eva glanced at Ezra. He was so, so stubborn.
“Ezra, why can you just be completely open?”
Ezra glanced at Mikkel, then Eva. “I just met him.”
“And he just met us yet told you what he was going through.”
“And does that mean I should trust him with all my deepest secrets? I already told you, you understand the way I basically ripped my family apart.”
“Ezra, it was just an argument…I’m sure they forgive you.” Eva replied softly.
“How could they? Besides, you know how Yoshua died.”
“That wasn’t your fault. The Germans shot you down…”
Ezra scoffed. “It is too my fault. Heh…everything’s always my fault. Always has been.” He glanced at Mikkel, smiled the fakest smile Eva had ever seen in her life, “Always will be.”
July 13, 2022 at 1:45 pm #113283Anonymous- Rank: Chosen One
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Poor Ezra. ='(
July 13, 2022 at 1:58 pm #113286@freedomwriter76
Mikkel
Let them think you had been completely open. Don’t let anyone see inside your head.
Anyone.
Your too far gone for that.
Mikkel smiled back, “Every fault is our fault. We broke this world.”
He turned to one of the windows, hiding the ghosts in his face.
“And it breaks us.”
Yoshua? And Richard.
And the fourteen nurses on board that ship.
And the children that grenade killed.
Stop!
And Oswald.
No!
Move. Don’t think. Don’t remember.
Just move.
Mikkel took two steps forward, straight into the wall. He stepped back, blinking, seeing it for the first time.
And laughed.
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Fork the GorkJuly 13, 2022 at 2:14 pm #113287Anonymous- Rank: Chosen One
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@koshka. I think Ezra and Mikkel would connect well with Riker too, honestly. XD Ezra does meet Riker in the book, so… 😀 (also, I very much detect PTSD in Mikkel)
Ezra
Mikkel walked into a wall.
Laughed.
“Every fault is our fault…”
Mikkel had no idea what Ezra had done.
No idea that with all his failures as a pilot…he’d killed his best friend and half of his crew. Had no idea that Ezra had pulled his entire family into an argument that made both his Mama and father cry. Had no idea that everyone had said…that Ezra believed…that he was just a mistake.
Ezra let out a low chuckle.
But Mikkel would never understand that.
He would never know that.
Because he wasn’t going to tell him.
Those secrets were his to keep.
His to battle.
His to feel guilty for the rest of his life.
Maybe he was cursed with that burden.
But maybe he was okay with that.
Maybe he understood how much he deserved it.
Eva had her hands on her hips. “What are you two laughing about?”
July 13, 2022 at 2:35 pm #113289@freedomwriter76
Hmmm…if you want to go ahead and and throw him in, I’m game! (I honestly realize it untill now. Not like this)
Mikkel
“What are you two laughing about?”
Mikkel tuned around, one hand massaging his left hip. “Forgive my stupidity. I do not attend: what were we speaking of?”
He shifted his rifle strap, easing the weight to his other leg.
Better not go doing that again. You already have enough problems.
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Fork the GorkJuly 13, 2022 at 2:47 pm #113292Anonymous- Rank: Chosen One
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@koshka. Alrighty! He’ll definitely be joining! 😉 He might have to get away later though to join the others…or they can all meet Zlatan and Vulkasin. XD (Yeah. I normally don’t detect things in my character’s until I keep writing them. XD)
Eva
Mikkel shifted his rifle strap.
Eva gave Mikkel a small smile.
“We were talking about being open with each other and finding somewhere to stay and sleep until we can get out of this castle.”
A loud clang sounded. Almost like something fell. Someone else?
Ezra swiped out his pistol. “What was that?”
Riker
Where was he?
He wasn’t at home.
He wasn’t at the camp.
Something sharp poked Riker, and he pulled away with a hiss and a curse in German.
A…sword?
Riker glanced around the room. An armory?
The walls were made of stone…a castle, then.
But what was he doing in a castle?
He had been bringing Hans a report, had just set the papers down, and the rest…was all a blur.
Riker stepped back. How do you keep getting yourself into these odd and unwanted situations? he thought.
A chest plate of armor clanged to the floor. “What was that?” Someone asked in English.
And then…footsteps.
Riker reached for his luger pistol.
Swiped it out of it’s holster
And held it ready.
July 13, 2022 at 3:20 pm #113295@freedomwriter76
OH MY WORD! I JUST REMEMBERED, MIKKEL KNOWS GERMAN! It’s part of a weird culture swap in my books, but then, it may be wise for him to start talking. Although I’d kinda like to spook Ezra. Mikkel does have a pretty awful accent in it though.
Mikkel
Mikkel switched the safety off his firearm, as Ezra located the door. The Lieutenant slid it open.
At first nothing seemed out of place, just a regular castle armory. Ezra stepped through.
“Halt or I shoot!”
Mikkel thought he recognized the accent.
Ezra certainly did. And Eva. They were frozen in place, Eva’s face white.
Mikkel stood behind the door, eyes scanning the room.
There. Beside a toppled suit of armor.
Another pistol? Seriously, why was every soldier he found carrying first generation weapons?
“No need to be hasty, now chaps.” Mikkel stepped out, ice in his voice, rifle at nononsence range. “I don’t want to kill anyone to day.”
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Fork the GorkJuly 13, 2022 at 4:51 pm #113300Anonymous- Rank: Chosen One
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@koshka. Aww, cool! Well, Riker can speak English as well, so. XD Go on ahead and spook Ezra. He’ll be fine! 😉
Riker
“I don’t want to kill anyone today.”
Riker kept his eyes trained on the young man that stepped forward.
He carried a tinge of an accent. One that Riker couldn’t quite pinpoint.
And he didn’t quite recognize any of them in the dim lighting.
It would have been helpful to have better lighting than just a couple torches.
Riker took a step forward. “Ally or Enemy?” Too late, he’d realized he’d asked the question in German.
He repeated it in English, not moving his pistol even an inch.
And took another step forward into brighter lighting.
July 13, 2022 at 5:23 pm #113301@freedomwriter76
Mikkel
“Ally or enemy?” The soldier demanded in Algermain, then in the common tongue, stepping out of the shadows.
Mikkel switched languages.
“Ally of whom? I’m a soldier of the Pact, if that’s what you want.”
Ezra gasped, the space between them suddenly widening.
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Fork the GorkJuly 13, 2022 at 5:37 pm #113303Anonymous- Rank: Chosen One
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Riker
“Ally of whom? I’m a soldier of the Pact, if that’s what you want.”
Pact? “What does that mean?” Riker asked, refusing to move his pistol.
He wasn’t going to give this young man the upper hand.
“That’s it. Put the pistol down. Right now.” The other man ordered.
Stepped forward to stand beside the previous man.
Lightly tan skin.
Dark brown hair.
Brown eyes.
US Air Force dress uniform.
“…Ezra?”
Ezra blinked a few times.
Squinted. The woman came forward and clutched Ezra’s sleeve, her face still as white as a corpse’s.
“Riker?” Ezra whispered. But he didn’t lower his pistol. “What are you doing here? Put the pistol down. Right now.”
Riker obeyed.
The pistol clanged against the floor.
July 13, 2022 at 5:52 pm #113305@freedomwriter76
Mikkel
The gun lay still for a moment before anyone moved.
“Ah! You chaps know each other?” The safety clicked on Mikkel’s rifle. “Are you part of the Uppity Servicemen too? I feel more a stranger each moment.” Mikkel bowed, ignoring Ezra’s death glare.
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Fork the GorkJuly 13, 2022 at 6:03 pm #113307Anonymous- Rank: Chosen One
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@koshka. XD
Riker
“Are you part of the Uppity Servicemen too? I feel more a stranger each moment.” the man bowed.
Ezra was giving the man a death glare. If eyes could kill, the man would be dead now.
“No. He’s not. He’s actually on the opposing side. Isn’t that right, Riker?” Ezra’s look told Riker he needed to reply. And fast.
Riker nodded.
“I’m afraid Ezra’s right. I wish I wasn’t, though. I wish I had never joined the SS. I met Ezra when he was first sent to the prison I worked at, and then…the Prisoner of War camp. And…Uppity Servicemen?”
The woman laughed. “That’s what Mikkel thought US stood for. It’s okay though. All is forgiven. He didn’t know any better.” She smiled. “I’m Eva Goldmann by the way.” She stuck out her hand.
Riker gave her a small smile.
A Jewish last name.
He shook her offered hand. “Riker Schind. And you must be Mikkel.” He said, turning towards Mikkel with an offered hand.
July 13, 2022 at 6:22 pm #113309@freedomwriter76
Mikkel
Prison camp…Oswald…
No!
“Ah, yes.” Mikkel accepted Ruler’s handshake. “Private Mikkel Winston, King’s Mariner 2nd division, Sir.”
Stop saying that.
Mikkel bowed to Ezra. “Many apologies, Lieutenant, sir. Couldn’t remember the proper name, and…well, when in doubt shoot for the thicket.”
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Fork the GorkJuly 13, 2022 at 6:32 pm #113312Anonymous- Rank: Chosen One
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@koshka. Aww, poor Mikkel. *sobs*
Riker
“It’s fine, Mikkel.” Ezra replied. But a bit of his tone said otherwise.
Mikkel seemed uncomfortable…maybe…suffering from flashbacks.
Riker knew what that felt like.
Too, too well.
Just how he knew what pain felt like.
Just like how he knew what abuse felt like.
“Stop. Please.”
“Riker?”
Eva’s soft, laced with concern voice pulled Riker out of his flashback.
“Sorry, Miss. I’m…I’m fine. What are all of you doing?”
“Trying to find somewhere to sleep.” Ezra replied simply.
Put his pistol back in its holster.
Riker bent to pick up his own.
“Mr. Schind, are you sure you’re alright?”
“I’m fine, Ma’am. Honest.” Riker picked up his luger.
Put it back in the holster on his side.
“Why don’t we find somewhere to sleep then?” Riker offered.
Smiled.
He had to make it believable.
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