《 Alvaro 》<br/>Location: Abendblume<br/>Present: Rebel, Dan<a class="username" data-user-id="6997" data-username="Traveler" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6997/">Traveler</a><br/><br/><div class="bbm_float fright" style="float:right;margin:0 0 5px 10px">
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</div>Alvaro was nodding as Rebel spoke while occasionally his eyes tracked Dan's movements and interests. If he had been a guard, it was plain to see he little interest in it. When Alvaro looked back to address Rebel, he bobbed a nod from side to side again.<br/><br/>"It's amazing how much we have in common despite our obvious differences. And it's interesting to see," he waxed philosophically, "how much our differences actually contribute to us now thinking on the same lines. I like that. It's irony. I like irony. I've had some American military training, too, just not in the American military. It's really sad, you know, that sometimes America doesn't treat its vets so well and they sometimes go to other places for respect and compensation."<br/>He took a quick deep drag from the cigarette and continued.<br/><br/>"But, yes, we need structure, distinct clear lines of responsibility, and a chain of command to help keep chaos at bay. What happened yesterday can not be described as an accident. Accidents are things beyond our control, and yesterday was a careless mistake," he puffed again, shoving one hand into his pocket as he shifted his weight to the other foot. "Maybe you can tell me why out of three people, two with military training, only a few miles out of Abendblume, no one thought to come back and let someone know what was going on?" His question was very much a question and free of any tone of rebuke. "I agree it was a great loss to the community, but one that could have been wholly avoided if we hadn't been left to act on evidence that supported that the three of you had been prey to some foul play."<br/><br/><br/><div class="bbm_float fleft" style="float:left;margin:0 10px 5px 0">
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</div>Roman had been left alone in Rebel's room to wonder what all the meeting fuss was about, but he didn't doubt for a minute that it had everything to with the crazy events of the day before. His dad had been angry and worried and his older brother had shot off like a man with a mission and other than helping with the injuries after the men had returned, Roman had little to do with anything else surrounding the event. That was the status quo. His brother, still dad's heir to the throne even though the castle had changed, was in the loop on all the internal happenings, and himself, not particularly inclined or interested in business goings-on, skirted most issues. While sometimes he felt purposely left in the dark and dismissed, he just as easily was glad to be free from the burden and responsibility of it. At first, it made him feel like a useless dead weight, but eventually, he'd gotten over a fair chunk of his anger and frustration and carved out his own unique niche in Abendblume that had meaning for him as an athlete and for the community as a whole.<br/><br/>He stood alone, a little lost for what to do after Rebel left, but then decided that if there were no injuries to help, then he'd do as he always did every other morning. Little league practice.  It was going to be hit or miss with the parents whether or not they'd want their kids to go out after the prior day's scare, but if anything it would be good for the kids to get out for life as usual. Maybe parents would appreciate the break for a while to give them some time to process the events of yesterday. He gathered his MVPs and sent them to collect anyone else who wanted to practice and had them all meet him out back of the resort where they usually played.<br/><br/>When he saw the crowd of kids come busting out the back door all energy and grins, he smiled. This was going to do wonders for him, too. There'd be a lot less stress and depression at Abendblume if everyone just played a little in between all the work.<br/><br/>"Are we gonna pitch or bat today?" One of his most eager trainees piped up. There was a mix of boys and girls from ages six to teens of every skill level.<br/><br/>"Both." he said with a tug at the brim of his cap. "But not until we warm up, so come one, to the oak tree and back, three times, then base runs."<br/><br/>Some kids sighed heavy sighs while others bolted off enthusiastically and Roman joined the group letting the faster ones move ahead and enjoy the competition. When they rounded the corner, he trotted to a stop and cut out from the group. He brought a hand up to tug his cap, shading his eyes from the morning sun. Across the way, he saw Alvaro. Alvaro. He was out in the yard talking to two of the guards he'd been within the infirmary the night before. One was Rebel, and he didn't know the other man's name; just that he hadn't always been a guard.<br/><br/>Roman stopped, watching from the distance. He didn't think Alvaro ever came out in the day, or out of his garden shed house unless summoned like a black magic nightmare by his dad. He watched on, awkwardly locking gazes with the not-Rebel guard.