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 Toy Soldiers, Momo/Ivan
☽ DEITER REINHARDT
 Posted: Feb 8 2018, 01:29 AM
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86 • Poltergeist • Consequence • Germany


EASY TO FALL HARD TO BREAK
The Guardians had been struck pretty hard. Deiter only had so much that he could do - he wanted to fight, but by the time he’d made it to the first scene of the action, it had already been taken care of, leaving only the wounded Guardians in need of aid. Even in that respect tehre was only so much that Leutenant Reinhardt could do...he wasn’t a medic, his training in the field was only minor. He did what he could, though. But….it put him in the mindset, at least. The fighting was already all happening around him; if he didn’t make it in time to fight with his allies, then at least he could damn well heal them.

It was strange, though; he’d been feeling stronger lately than usual. Not in a physical sense - that came from his rigorous training. Rather, it was a different kind of strength; it felt more internalized. He never felt exhausted mentally, as though he had some untapped reserve of energy he’d never known about. Right now, though, he wasn’t about to question it; that was working in his favour, with all the running around he was doing. He tracked Nightmare Men and Fearlings as well as he could, figuring that was the best way to find his allies. He lent his hand where possible, helped the wounded to retreat by way of Spiegelwelt.

He wasn’t exactly expecting for someone to appear out of the blue, two inches away from his face. The soldier let out a sharp cry in his startle, leaping back twice and lowering into a combative stance, raising his rifle as the light and dust cleared. Whoever had come for him was about to eat lea--

No, wait. That uniform….

Deiter’s eyes widened. That...wasn’t just any uniform. He recognized….even disheveled as he was, there was no mistaking it; that was herr Zolnerowich, companion and superior of the Steadfast Soldier. Deiter lowered his gun, eyes widening. ”Report, sir?” he chirped, immediately moving into soldier mode. There was no use wasting time on shock or fussing.
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☽ IVAN ZOLNEROWICH
 Posted: Feb 8 2018, 02:53 AM
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132 • Toy • Fortitude • Russia


The children were nestled all snug in their beds, ☽
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads. ☽
CARMA
notes: n/a
Ivan had not expected to have to use the snow globe in a long time. As Ser North had instructed, he had kept it tucked away in case of an emergency. However, even with the war going on, emergencies were not something that the Nutcracker Prince ran into very often. He was used to fighting, having been created to protect others and possessing the role of the protector of a realm. Moreover, his health was not something he often worried about, being a toy. As such, a situation where he might find himself without any other method of escape was...rare.

Yet, the day seemed to have come upon him nonetheless. Attempting to recall how long it had been was difficult, but he knew it had been years. After all, his creator had given him the magical globe when he had introduced himself. Such a meeting had been shortly before he had even become a Guardian. In many respects, he supposed he should be glad that he had managed to go years without needing to use it. After all, it was not as if his time as a Guardian had been without danger.

Using the globe was simple, though he was not entirely sure if he was using it correctly. His mind was scattered, far more focused on leaving than any singular destination. The shift itself was foreign and as he landed he found himself unbalanced, something that was undoubtedly due to the mixture of the sudden landing and his lack of one arm. Charming.

Before he could focus on seeing where he was, it became incredibly clear that he had managed to arrive right in front of someone. He blinked owlishly, recognition slowly coming to his face beyond the haze brought upon by injury.

He breathed through his nose, straightening himself as best as possible. It was not a difficult task. He had fought entire battles with serious injuries before after all. Standing was a simple task. "The Lunar Lamadary was attacked by Anti-Guardians who were accompanied by Nightmares," he said, "While the opposition was severely decreased in number, a tactical retreat was forced." His curved downwards into a deep frown. "The monks are still in trouble, though- ah- tovarishch rabbit would have notified others about that by now as he had to retreat before me."


товарищ = tovarishch = companion or friend
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☽ DEITER REINHARDT
 Posted: Feb 11 2018, 11:59 PM
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86 • Poltergeist • Consequence • Germany


EASY TO FALL HARD TO BREAK
What….had happened? The soldier prince was bearing himself well, but the fact he had appeared out of nowhere - a skill that Reinhardt had never known the man to possess - was indicative enough that something had gone wrong. He had made a retreat from something, somewhere. Though the question became what….and why. He had a very bad feeling about it, about why the soldier had retreated. After all...with all of these fights going on...making a retreat surely indicated that either he was victorious but injured, and needed to make a swift escape, or - more likely - instead he needed to retreat because…..his team had lost. If there was a team at all - it was possible that he alone had fought, a far more frightful concept.

For now, the Leutenant awaited a quick briefing, hands folded professionally, expression neutral. He could not allow his concern to show.

His eyes widened at what the Prince had to say, though. Out of any place for the Nightmare King to attack…..the Lunar Lamadary was….they were sending a message. That was the Guardians’ stronghold, a place of sanctuary for them. Where they could commune with the Man in the Moon. The fact that they had attacked there of all places…..he feared ever more, now, if they had won. But it sounded more...like only Ivan, himself, had made a retreat. The enemy numbers had been thinned, and he had pulled back. But would the Lamadary’s defenses be enough?

He blinked at the mention of a rabbit. He recalled someone mentioned by the Tin Soldier….did his name start with an F? He was some sort of a rabbit, though. Perhaps it was him? Deiter closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. ”They attacked us at our heart, then. Our sanctuary. We need to….” His voice was peppered with anger, then. ”We need to repurpose our forces….too many of us were unprepared. Are you all….are you all right?”
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☽ IVAN ZOLNEROWICH
 Posted: Feb 12 2018, 01:06 AM
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132 • Toy • Fortitude • Russia


The children were nestled all snug in their beds, ☽
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads. ☽
CARMA
notes: musing
Ivan was a fairly patient individual, something which often shown through when he spoke with others. It was a trait that had come with time, mainly because he had been crafted to protect children. It had become particularly refined when he had become the Prince Regent of the Land of Sweets. After all, many individuals passed through the Sugar Plum Fairy's realm and patience was sometimes needed when interacting with these dreamers.

A less obvious trait would be the tactical mind that lay beneath Ivan's surface. The Nutcracker Prince had been fashioned after a specific individual after all. From what his creator, Santa Claus, had told him, he had been fashioned after a Russian Captain that had died after saving his family. A brave man, he had been told, who acted quickly.

Ivan was somewhat disappointed that he could not recall the son that he had been given to- the first owner. Nonetheless, he was somewhat aware that he took after his model. There was a reason why Ivan was a Commander. Others might consider him too casual at times, but a caring heart lay beneath him. Moreover, he held the mind of a soldier who knew when and how to act.

Where the Lieutenant held anger, the Prince held a calm mind that plotted.

"I am fine," he answered honestly, "A bit rough around the edges, but most of that will go away once day comes. I will mostly have to focus on finding either a toymaker or carpenter at a later date due to my arm." He vaguely knew that the best solution would probably be to seek out his creator. After all, he was not a normal toy. However, he was not sure if that would be possible. After all, he had little doubt that North would be busy.

"Today is Halloween, Lieutenant," he said calmly, "I doubt this was the only place they have attacked." It was the logical conclusion. After all, this was a day when fear was strong. By that conclusion, the Nightmare King was likely at his strongest. Multiple attacks would only be natural. "Moreover, repurposing Guardians that can fight will not be easy. The Guardians are not only spread across the world. Such a task means turning to the first of the Guardians- all of them, most doubt."

He did not necessarily disagree with Deiter's goal, but he was not entirely sure that the Lieutenant understood how difficult a goal it would be. The Masquerade had been a show of how numerous the Guardians and their allies were, ignoring the fact that Anti-Guardians had been among them. Logically, he knew well enough that not all of the Guardians could be on Earth. Both the Lieutenant and himself were proof of this. Attempting to create something that held any organization would be difficult and take time.

The Lieutenant had a goal, but the Nutcracker Prince was not sure he had a plan.

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☽ DEITER REINHARDT
 Posted: Feb 19 2018, 11:19 PM
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86 • Poltergeist • Consequence • Germany


EASY TO FALL HARD TO BREAK
Fine….he said that he was fine. The Leutenant allowed that to stabilise his nerves, but still...he remained in upset, his mind in disarray. An attack on the Lunar Lamadary...from what he knew, that place was a sanctuary. Not only for the Guardians, but for the monks as well. It was a haven….to attack that place was to declare a war not only on the Guardians, but even on the peaceful monks who did not fight. They were innocent in all of this, it wasn’t their war. Moreover….such an attack….was painfully familiar. It reminded him of...another time, in the past. His own war, the one waged on innocents, the massacre…

At least this time….it was the enemy who fought heartlessly.

Still, even if herr Zolnerowich said he was all right...the injury was severe. Physiologically he didn’t operate quite the same - he was a toy, not a human. Deiter frowned, taking him in. He hadn’t simply walked here - he’d used some method of transportation….where had he been aiming to get to? Or had he not...had time to determine a destination? The Leutenant closed his eyes, nodding at the Prince’s next words. Halloween...he knew, and he knew there were more attacks but...all the same...he nodded, letting out a low sigh. ”Not easy….but it may be necessary. If not that...then at least a smaller force...one that can be dispatched. You know that we need it...something like it...to begin small, at least we would begin somewhere.”

He adjusted his coat, looking over the Prince with greater concern then. ”I could assist you...if you need it. I can gudie you through the bridge of Spiegelwelt...to find a toymaker, someone that can mend you. When you say a toymaker…” He paused, frowning. ”Do you mean to say herr North?”
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☽ IVAN ZOLNEROWICH
 Posted: Feb 20 2018, 01:58 AM
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132 • Toy • Fortitude • Russia


The children were nestled all snug in their beds, ☽
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads. ☽
CARMA
notes: musing
It took Ivan a moment to gather his thoughts. His mind felt a bit sluggish, something that he blamed more on the lack of an arm than anything else. After all, the rest of his injuries were fairly minor and he knew quite well that they would disappear. However, the arm was something that felt a bit worse while in a human body. He knew from experience that the injury was not one that he would feel used to until he had shifted, offering the wound as much healing as he could within that form.

"I do not disagree," he said. After all, the Guardians were unorganized. The time that had passed since the two soldiers had spoken on this matter had provided enough proof to him. The Guardians were fighting a war where their idea of winning was fighting off the enemy. In contrast, Pitch Black clearly wanted the opposite. He did not want balance, but destruction and darkness. The Nutcracker Prince could only compare it to what his own realm was like. All battles he had fought within the Dream World did not involve him wishing to win, but to fight off enemies who wished to consume and destroy the pure nature of the Land of Sweets. This war seemed similar. "More organization is needed if the Guardians wish to defend against an enemy who wishes to see them destroyed and all light smothered."

For a brief moment, he entertained a bit of paranoia. He was not a paranoid man by nature, but he also knew that it was late and that there was probably some risk in saying too much, particularly when it was likely that the Nightmare King was strong tonight. After all, he fed upon fear and Halloween was a day which celebrated fear. So, he chose to offer no ideas upon how they should do so. That was a conversation better suited to be had in safer places.

"You do need a plan though, Lieutenant," he commented, his tone kind, "Those who have held this post longer than us would have to be blind to not see the weaknesses that comes with a larger following. It is easy to say change should be made, but do you have concrete ideas as to how that change should or can happen?"

Of course, Deiter was only one man. He was aware of this. However, Ivan did not know how willing the other soldier was to turn to other Guardians for ideas. He often spoke about the entire matter as if it were a war. He was not wrong, but the toy soldier feared that that belief influenced how he looked at people, at his fellow Guardians. They were all Guardians for a reason. None should be ignored just because they were unable to fight. He had learned early on in his Guardianship that strength lay in people with different talents, not a solid unit of soldiers.

After all, it was why his friend, the Rabbit, still stood today.

He tilted his head. "I would not look down upon help," he said, offering a smile, "Though, I do not necessarily mean ser North. He is probably quite busy since it is almost November. Or...is November. I haven't exactly looked at a clock." He shook his head, banishing the thought. "Anyone who crafts with wood should do, technically." He had been repaired before in the past after all and knew that whatever magic had been placed within him would still exist even if North was not the one to repair him.

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