<i>Clack, clack, clack, clack...</i><br/><br/>"<i>Vizefeldwebel!</i>"<br/><br/>Faye smiled as she marched down the once no-doubt grand halls, her heels resounding pleasantly around the spacious room. Her long leather coat, a symbol of sorts for the magisters, flowing behind her. The soldiers lining the walls saluted her as she marched past them towards the impressive device taking up most of the space.<br/><br/>Licking her lips, Faye could practically taste the arcane energies buzzing around in the room. It was nothing short of oppressive.<br/><br/>Faye had always been a bit of a sore spot for the Arkanenbüro. Making quite a name for herself during combat deployments, her way of thinking just didn't mesh with her colleagues. While the other magisters try bending the arcane energies to their will, Faye had always been about breaking it and shattering it into pieces, only to rebuild it as she saw fit... Usually to more devastating effects.<br/><br/>So when the Rittmeister's plan to reopen the portal was cropped up, the Arkanenbüro saw it as a perfect moment to get rid of Faye. Best case scenario, the portal worked and they had an agent right at the front-line. Worst-case scenario, Faye would be lost to the portal... Which the Arkanenbüro wouldn't view as such a bad thing in the end.<br/><br/>Still, this did bring up a very important point. What was the Rittmeister's plan? No previous subject had ever made it back through the portal. For all everybody knew, they had disintegrated into nothingness. So what master plan did the Rittmeister have? What would be different this time?<br/><br/>Resting a hand behind her back, she pushed her impressive chest forwards by arching her back. [<b>Teutari</b>]<span style="color: #00b300">"I will tame you yet..."</span>She cooed, running a gloved fingers across the portal's humming metal.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>When the time came for the ceremony, Faye was there on the podium itself. She wasn't going to stand among the lesser races, and as a Vizefeldwebel she was practically the Rittmeisters right hand! Just like all the other soldiers, she stood to attention as Emlin made her way towards the stage.<i><span style="color: #00b300">"Hmm, shorter than the stories would make you believe..."</span></i>She couldn't help but notice, as the short elf had to stand up on a box just to come out above the lecture.<br/><br/>Faye was familiar with the rumors surrounding this particular Rittmeister. A supposed war hero. Hope's Survivor, is what most referred her by. Faye wasn't really one to put stock into rumors though. If those were to be believed, Faye was a maniac who set anybody who annoyed her on fire... Which only happened once and he totally had it coming!<br/><br/>Resting her hands behind her back, she only listened halfheartedly to Emlin's speech. It was a bog standard speech to help entice the<i>other</i>races into believing they truly would be needed. If it was up to Faye, this would've been a full Reik team, at least you knew who you could trust.<br/><br/>When the speech concluded and the Rittmeister marched off with the hound on her tail, Faye stepped forwards. Her hands still behind her back, she towered above the other teammembers as she was still on the stage... and considerably taller than the Rittmeister.<br/><br/>[<b>Teutari</b>]<span style="color: #00b300">"My name is Faye Krieger, Vizefeldwebel and second in command. Just as the Rittmeisters word is law, so will be mine. Do you understand?"</span>She cooed, in the beautiful sing-song manner that all Reik spoke. Faye smiled, a pleasant, disarming smile. [Teutari]<span style="color: #00b300">"But I'm sure that wont be a problem, will it?"<br/>
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"As for my role in this merry band... You want something to go boom, I'm the one of the job~"</span>She cooed with a bright smile.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>