Post by Mattie Densen on Apr 25, 2016 13:58:32 GMT -6
Nothing left to say
What's standing in your way?
You had the chance to never walk alone
What's standing in your way?
You had the chance to never walk alone
WORDS: 365 || TAGS: Marcus Soren
[attr="class","nthlftsybdytxt1"] Ten years really flew by quick, at least to Mattie it had seemed. That was how long Mattie had been in the Legion for, since he was ten years old, and happened to come across Caldecott tunnel, merely a coincidence on his part, the end of one journey and the beginning of another chapter in the odd life of Mattie Densen. A day before this one, Mattie had gotten notice that his request for discharge from the Legion had been accepted once and for all. Mattie was a few months over the required ten years of service minimum, though he knew many that sought to stay for after that. That wasn’t Mattie’s intention at all. Originally, Mattie’s intent was to raise his Daughter Lena and go to school in Political Science at New Rome’s University, but with tensions so high… Everyone was at the brink of war, Mattie knew that was for sure. Mattie was no imbecile, sure, his happy-go-lucky demeanor was enough to convince someone otherwise, but Mattie was good at picking up on the subtleties of conflicts such as this, he knew it all too well. He wa determined to help any way which he could, but Mattie was much more of a non-combatant. He considered himself to be relatively bipartisan in most affairs, he found the discrimination on both sides to be rather unnerving. He was much more of a Neutral party, and would be fighting monsters under a Greek named James, someone whom Mattie himself greatly admired… The only problem with this now was that the only person who knew of this was himself currently, as well as the other Greens. He didn’t want his half-brother, Mark, to worry about him, so an explanation was due.
Mattie peered around the corner, entering the barracks of the First Cohort, an area rather unfamiliar to him, but surely it shouldn’t be too hard for him to find Mark’s office? Hopefully, he would be there. Mattie wasn’t all too sure when the First went off to train, but all he could hope for was that his brother was there, and not off in the Fields of Mars doing some sort of crazy training drills. Mattie had always admired that about Mark, there was a certain boldness to him that Mattie did not possess himself, Mattie highly avoided conflict to the point that he was often used as a doormat, pushing around Mattie to get him to do whatever you wanted was easy, as he merely didn’t want to cause any trouble, but Mark was a lot more daring than his younger brother, a rather respectable trait.
Mattie read off the placard marking the next office as that belonging to a certain Marcus Soren, so Mattie had known he found the right one. Mattie raised a fist, knocking lightly on the door, before speaking up himself. “Hej, Mark, you in there? It’s just me, Mattie...", Mattie stated, albeit slightly nervously. To say that he wasn’t worried of a reaction would have been false, but if it didn’t go as anticipated… Would that be enough to stop Mattie in his endeavors? Mattie highly doubted so, there wasn’t much to waver his views once they were set. Mattie ran a hand through his golden blonde hair, careful as to not knock his vintage-style aviator goggles right off his head. An odd style choice, yes, but they held a certain sentimental value to Mattie, and he had worn them for most every day for ten years.
Mattie peered around the corner, entering the barracks of the First Cohort, an area rather unfamiliar to him, but surely it shouldn’t be too hard for him to find Mark’s office? Hopefully, he would be there. Mattie wasn’t all too sure when the First went off to train, but all he could hope for was that his brother was there, and not off in the Fields of Mars doing some sort of crazy training drills. Mattie had always admired that about Mark, there was a certain boldness to him that Mattie did not possess himself, Mattie highly avoided conflict to the point that he was often used as a doormat, pushing around Mattie to get him to do whatever you wanted was easy, as he merely didn’t want to cause any trouble, but Mark was a lot more daring than his younger brother, a rather respectable trait.
Mattie read off the placard marking the next office as that belonging to a certain Marcus Soren, so Mattie had known he found the right one. Mattie raised a fist, knocking lightly on the door, before speaking up himself. “Hej, Mark, you in there? It’s just me, Mattie...", Mattie stated, albeit slightly nervously. To say that he wasn’t worried of a reaction would have been false, but if it didn’t go as anticipated… Would that be enough to stop Mattie in his endeavors? Mattie highly doubted so, there wasn’t much to waver his views once they were set. Mattie ran a hand through his golden blonde hair, careful as to not knock his vintage-style aviator goggles right off his head. An odd style choice, yes, but they held a certain sentimental value to Mattie, and he had worn them for most every day for ten years.
NOTES: Hope this is alright ^v^
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