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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


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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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 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
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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


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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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 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
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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


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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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 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
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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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 Posted: Mar 6 2018, 10:10 PM
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86 • Poltergeist • Consequence • Germany


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He was probably...no, definitely….out of line. Not in that what he suggested was bad or that it was wrong - but rather, this was not especially the time or place. Between the soldier’s state and the clear fact that the enemy forces had attacked so many places at once...he was frustrated. Concerned. They, as a force, were not prepared. How many more had been critically injured? How many who were not used to war? The soldier Prince was at least able to handle this sort of situation...but there were others...gentler souls, Lichtfraulein and her friends...Guardians who were suited to hope and light, who brought the good to the world.

He feared most for them. For how they were faring this night. For where they might be.

He gave a nod to the injured soldier’s words; more organization they did need. And of course, he was correct - Deiter knew that at this point he was merely musing; that there was nothing solid for him to stand on to suggest to the Guardians that change was needed. He gave a soft sigh, squaring his shoulders. ”Only on a small scale. I can only think of means to resolve it..on a small scale. It’s why I can’t do it alone. But….” He looked down, at seemingly nothing, far into the past. ”Sometimes that’s what everyone is thinking. So when one person speaks up...the others, just as unsure as him, join together. Equally...if no one speaks up….then nothing will change.”

He closed his eyes, letting out a deep breath. They needed - as a group - to source solutions; he knew that he alone couldn’t do it, his mind was far too narrow to fathom something so vast. He needed creative thinkers, people unlike himself. But...that….that was a thought for later. He gave a sharp nod to the Prince; of course North would be busy as he was now growing so near to Christmas. A toymaker….or a woodworker. Deiter pressed his lips together. ”I can think of a few.” There were plenty of shops, small businesses, dedicated to the refurbishment of antiques and toys; he would see good care in their hands. ”We should at least bind the wound first...and how well can you walk? I can lead you through Spiegelwelt, it may be the fastest way, Sir.”
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 Posted: Mar 8 2018, 06:31 AM
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132 • Toy • Fortitude • Russia


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CARMA | #note
It was becoming clear quite quickly that nothing Ivan could say would be likely to soothe the other Guardian. To some extent, the Nutcracker Prince was not surprised. Since their first meeting it had been made apparent to him that Deiter was fairly single-minded and possessed a serious mind set. He was not a bad man, but clearly possessed the type of personality that one might expect to see in a soldier that had never left the war- and that was exactly what the other was. While the Lieutenant had once been in a war, it was clear to Ivan that he viewed their battle as a war as well.

Ivan could not say if that was good or bad. While his own opinions on the goals of the Guardians was positive, he knew most were not like him. He had been created to protect children. The fact that the battle against the Anti-Guardians was seemingly eternal and not offensive in nature was not something he could bring himself to mind. As far as he was concerned, it was the same as usual. Being called a Guardian was just the same as what he usually did by another name.

People weren't the same as toys though. They were more complex, gathering opinions through experience instead of being made a certain way. As far as the toy was concerned, it was what made them beautiful and worth protecting.

He took in the other male's words. It was merely a confirmation of what he had thought; however, he found that he did not wish to dictate what the other did. "You are correct," he agreed. He had seen it many times before, though perhaps not always in the best of ways. Change had only ever come to his homeland when someone decided to do something. That had not always been a good thing. "Perhaps you could attempt to find others of like mind. No doubt there are others who have pondered what you have as well. Even if they do not have a complete idea, harmony may be achieved when many come together." It was only a suggestion and one that he was not sure the other soldier would follow.

He tilted his head at the other's words. "Binding the wound would be a good idea." Admittedly, he had little idea on how to do that. His medical skills were feeble at best. After all, he had never needed them much, particularly when his realm was part of the Dream World. "As for walking...not very well, though that's probably the blood loss." It sounded a bit funny in his head. He didn't normally worry about these things, had never worried about them before since taking humanoid before in the past had only meant becoming bigger. What he had gained with becoming a Guardian was both a blessing and a curse.

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 Posted: Mar 21 2018, 09:44 PM
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86 • Poltergeist • Consequence • Germany


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Deiter had never hung up his uniform, and that was something he made rather unfortunately apparent. He supposed it made sense; his death in the war had been in the midst of an unfinished attempt at redemption, a failure to save even a single soul when the treachery and corruption of the Waffen-SS became clear to him. The other members of his squad in the Heer had turned on him, and put him down. He had failed. So that war continued to preside over him, even in the afterlife, as a poltergeist with a mission that could never be completed. So now as a Guardian….

He had tried to put his war behind him. Lichtfraulein Leora had been able to help, but even she….the war would not reach an end. Hitler became the Nightmare King, the war simply changed shape. He saw it differently than before - he recognized the mistakes of Germany - but a war it was nonetheless, in the eyes of an unfinished soldier who had never been lain to rest. Poppies did not graze his corpse and allow his spirit to calm; he was trapped in his mindset.

He udnerstood the dangers of what he wanted to accomplish with the Guardians; after all, it was want for change that had plunged Germany into Hell’s gullet, ruled by terror and bigotry. He nodded to the words of the other, squaring his shoulders. ”I know of one at the least; however you are correct, we would need the support of others.” He was rather an introvert, had difficulty reaching out to others - but for the sake of this purpose….he would have no choice.

His attention refocused on the Prince as he eyed the man up and down. They needed something to bind him with, if they were to keep the wound from getting worse; while in this state, the soldier wasn’t sure if he could become infected. Just how human-like was his physiology right now? Deiter gave a nod. ”I don’t have proper equipment with me...but any fabric will do. If you give me a moment…”

….He would really rather not tear up his sleeves, but...it wasn’t the only uniform he possessed, at least.

Ripping the material took a bit of work - it was made to be durable, but once torn it was esay enough to create strips. He had a water bottle with him, though now it served another purpose. He emptied globules of water onto each strip, soaking them with clean water to create makeshift bandages. ”If you would allow me to remove your shirt…….sir.”

Momentarily he flushed; it was a rather brazen comment that, heard by the wrong ears, could be misconstrued.

”As for walking - if necessary I believe I can support you well enough. How is the grip on your g….on your arm?” …There was no point in saying good arm when...when he only had the one.
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 Posted: Mar 23 2018, 04:12 AM
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132 • Toy • Fortitude • Russia


arctic frost
@CARMA | #note
Deiter's reply was neither surprising or unsurprising. Admittedly, both soldiers did not spend much time around each other despite having come to know each other in the past. It was one of the few regrets Ivan possessed as he had always been a fairly social being who enjoyed getting to know those around him, whether they were comrades or soldiers who worked beneath him. Moreover, he had literally been made to be a protector of children and, as far as he was concerned, knowing others tended to be quite useful for such an occupation.

He could not particularly say as how skilled the Lieutenant was at doing this though. "Would you like help in such an area?" he asked, "I am usually within the Dream world, but I travel often enough that I should be able to speak to others. Moreover, I could reach out to the other Guardians I know." As far as he was concerned, it was not a taxing job. He had not spoken to some of the Guardians he had come to know over time and it would probably be best to contact Ser Rabbit considering what had happened at the Lunar Lamandary.

The toy soldier didn't seem to think anything of the request. Instead, he merely nodded, making no attempt to struggle. His gaze shifted to his arm, fairly inquisitive for a moment. "Well enough," he said, feeling just a touch amused despite his serious tone. After all, this was hardly the first time he had gotten a wound this serious before, but then...he was fairly sure most people didn't know that. That or people tended to forget or didn't know that he was the Nutcracker Prince.

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 Posted: Mar 29 2018, 09:18 PM
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He was a little surprised at the offer from the Prince - not in that he was shocked that he would offer; after all, they both seemed to agree on the subject at least to some degree….what surprised him was more….the way he offered it. There was no sense of superiority really, no chiding comments about whether or not he was doing it correctly as most superiors would - he didn’t claim to take control of the operation, merely to assist. And that was something that the Leutenant welcomed.

”I’m grateful that you would offer, Herr Zolnerowich.” He kept his tone as even as he could - there was no need to behave formally, but all the same, he couldn’t help but snap a quick salute. ”You are more mobile than I am I think...though, of late, it’s odd….” He frowned, narrowing his eyes. ”Spiegelwelt has felt strange. I have been able to come and go more frequently, though I don’t know why. Still, it calls me back and I’m somewhat limited in how much I can do...so if you would be able and willing to assist then….as I said, sir, I am grateful.”

He was glad, though, that Zolnerowich didn’t respond negatively to his...well….his somewhat crude words. Admittedly, Deiter was somewhat of a prude himself; he tended to misconstrue his own words naively, which was itself somewhat of an irony. He cleared his throat, getting about...erm…..undressing the Prince’s injuries. It wasn’t his first time dealing with an injury, but never had he blurted something like that to...well…royalty. He was unfazed, for now, by the sight of the injury - as ugly as it was, he had entered soldier mode, his mind focused on resolving the issue. ”The quickest way would be to use your undershirt as makeshift wraps….would that be acceptable? And I can use my water to wet them...though we’ll need to re-dress them properly at a later time, so the injury can be disinfected. But to staunch the blood….a quick and dirty resolution will have to do for now I’m afraid.”

He waitd for the Prince’s approval before he dared starting to tear up his shirt; that would, after all, be quite an insult.

”As for walking - if necessary I believe I can support you well enough. How is the grip on your g….on your arm?” …There was no point in saying good arm when...when he only had the one.
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 Posted: Mar 31 2018, 04:59 PM
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132 • Toy • Fortitude • Russia


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@CARMA | #note
Ivan merely smiled, shrugging lightly. "It sounds as though you might need the help." After all, the Lieutenant did have a good goal. However, he had no doubt that it would be difficult for him to do it on his own. Moreover, they were allies and attempting to further the Guardians into a better force was something that they should do together as Guardians.

His lips curved downwards into a frown at the description that the other soldier gave. "Are you sure that someone is not meddling with...Spiegelwelt?" The word came out mangled due to the Nutcracker Prince's thick Russian accent and limited knowledge in regards to how the word should have been pronounced. "I do not know how your world works, but if it is anything like the Dream World what you are describing would be a sign of danger." After all, Ivan had learned decades ago that his own world was made up of several realms, the Land of Sweets merely being one realm among many within the Dream World. There were rules to how it worked and he imagined that the same could be said of Deiter's world. For it to feel strange sounded like something bad was happening.

He quietly nodded, keeping the idea in mind. "I travel often, so I will keep it in mind," he said lightly. Such a task would be relatively simple. If anything, he would just have to be a bit more careful due to the recent injury.

"Of course," he said, giving his approval. It was quite clear that the other soldier had far more knowledge in this area than he did. As such, he would hardly make to stop him.

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 Posted: Apr 21 2018, 04:52 PM
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He was, silently, glad of the offer. He hadn’t been sure if herr Zolnerowich would be interested in it - he had, for a while, felt that perhaps the Prince saw him...not exactly lesser, but perhaps less competent than himself. Not in any negative way but more that...the Prince held more experience, and therefore saw the soldier as lacking in as much. Which was not wrong, his experience in war had been...it wasn’t proper experience. He hadn’t been sent to the front, he had been kept in the dark from everything. So this was…

Help would definitely...definitely be good.

He looked up at the concerned words of the Russian, narrowing his eyes. ”I don’t...know.” he admitted, that wariness settling in again. ”It doesn’t feel any different inside, but I only know so much. What happens deeper inside...it’s possible. There are enough suspicious figures of Spiegelwelt…” Of course he spoke mostly of Frau Mary, the bloody queen who others foolishly called to summon her. Despite knowing who she was, what she did, they still insisted. In a different situation he might have found the mangling of the name amusing, but… ”...I look into it when I can. But at the moment...Spiegelwelt is a lesser priority.”

When things quieted down...perhaps then.

With permission given, the soldier tore up the Prince’s sleeves - not so difficult as he was practiced, he knew how best to tear the fabric so that it came in strips and not frayed cords. He pulled it apart, testing the fabric in his hand. It would suffice for now, but definitely...they needed proper dressing for his wounds. It would stop the bleeding though. He attended the Prince carefully, doing his best not to put pressure on sensitive areas as he wrapped the injury as best as he could. It was somewhat sickening to imagine what must have happened to the Prince, but for now he didn’t let such thoughts bother him, simply wrapping the injury as best he could. He had only needed to borrow the sleeves at least, but...still, his uniform was relatively useless now.

Wiping a brow with the back of his hand, Deiter sighed. ”Let me know if this is fine. If it’s bound too tight...tell me. But mind it has to be tight enough to staunch the flow.”
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 Posted: Apr 22 2018, 06:11 PM
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132 • Toy • Fortitude • Russia


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@CARMA | #note
For a moment Ivan had to consider whether or not he should speak his opinion. From what he understood, he personally had far more of an understanding and experience with other realms than the Lieutenant did. It was a strange thing to note since the toy soldier was aware that he was fairly young for a magical being. After a moment of contemplation, he decided it best to go for advice. He did not wish to push Deiter to do anything- in the end, he was only the commanding officer of those he commanded in regards to the Land of Sweets- and he was sure that the soldier knew his own world best.

"Just keep in mind that the physical change might be a sign of something dangerous," he said, "Even magical worlds possess their own rules, as loose as they sometimes might be, and there are always those who would seek to change them for their own benefit. changing them would not be...natural. It would be like turning the sky another colour because you disliked the colour blue. What would appear as an innocent action would have consequences and they might affect either you or others." He did not know the rules of the Mirror World, but he did know that the idea of realms and pocket dimensions having rules was true. The Dream World- a world which was vast and quite loose- possessed its own rules. He knew from experience that there were those who sought to change them, sought to taint realms. It was why he ruled the Land of Sweets instead of its monarch, the Sugar Plum Fairy. "So, I would advice not to ignore it even if it appears lesser."

In the end, it might not be small problem at all. After all, the most dangerous problems were usually the most well hidden.

With a professionalism that he would have expected out the younger, Deiter attended to the wound as best he could. Ivan watched with a curious eye. He lacked much knowledge within this area outside of the basics. After all, he had never held much of a need for them. Most of his life he had been little other than a toy, only tuning bigger at the stroke of midnight. It had only been through the Man in the Moon's generosity that he was able to become something humanoid. Moreover, those within the Land of the Sweets were hardly alive, merely wandering souls that had yet to pass on. Perhaps the only ones who were alive were himself and the Sugar Plum Fairy. As a result, he had never needed to heal anyone until he had become a Guardian.

Briefly, he tested it. Relatively unsure as to how it should feel, he took the soldier's words into regards. The only experience he possessed in regards to being treated for a wound had been with Clara and that had been decades ago. "It is fine," he said before offering a smile, "Thank you, Lieutenant."

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Something dangerous. The leutenant gave a small nod, somber, understanding; he was well enough aware, but he just wasn’t in a position to thoroughly investigate it right now. Not when there was so much else going on. The analogy he made was interesting though, something seemingly innocent having its own effect….it made sense. Deiter nodded slowly once more, narrowing his eyes. ”I suppose that makes sense. When you put it that way….” he murmured, shaking his head. ”I’ll investigate it more thoroughly. There hasn’t been a change like this in a long time, so for it to happen now….” It was bizarre, to say the least.

And unsettling. But not, at the moment, a priority. Not until he could find a way to safely investigate it; he didn’t know much about the inner workings of Spiegelwelt, so trying to venture that deep alone would be stupid. Having someone else who could traverse it….maybe that would help. He knew what herr Ivan said was important, but he also knew he wouldn’t want Deiter making moves on his own, not when they could be dangerous.

He focused on treatment of the injuries. With what little he had available, it was a lot of MacGuyvering and using unconventional tools - cloth in place of proper bandage wraps - but it would serve. Medical expertise wasn’t his favourite part of the military, he had never been fond of it personally, but he took its training the most seriously; any man could kill another with the pull of a trigger, but to save a life….that was harder. He could feel the other soldier watching him, but kept working; it was probable that this was something new to him. As oen of the toy soldiers, he probably wasn’t used to it. Deiter couldn’t imagine what that must be like - to be a soldier, without ever knowing the infirmary bed, the scent of one’s own blood and sweat waiting to be treated, the stinging and the healing.

He gave a nod as the other affirmed he was okay, the Leutenant standing then. ”In that case, lean on me. I will support you; we can enter Spiegelwelt with this--” He fished into his jacket pocket, pulling out a small round black compact mirror. He used it for communications at times, but he could transmit himself into Spiegelwelt through it as an emergency measure. So long as Ivan was in contact with him, it would register him as well. ”Don’t let go of me. I don’t know what happens if you let go in between the worlds…”

And he...didn’t particularly want to find out.
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