River-Bank Fiasco!

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

Time: 1400hrs (2pm, exactly)
Conditions: Very Hot afternoon, blistering sun.
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The afternoon heat had caught a lot of soldier’s in his corresponding barracks off-guard, their weather towers to the north miscalculating the afternoon’s healthy weather completely, causing most of the soldiers in the barracks to venture out for a breath of fresh air. The musk barracks had most men eating, breathing and sleeping in pales of sweat, no, Rafael Wolfram had to escape the delinquent life of the barracks for a while -- more so, when a fellow officer spoke word of a nice village a few miles north of the camp, primarily abandoned by the French occupants living there, leaving nothing but a nice tranquil environment for them, the Nazis to soak up in.

Captain Wolfram found the small village quite easily, as his natural navigational instincts with a few directions along the way, had him walking amongst the sun-kissed soil of the talked about village in no time. “Ahh…” was all the Captain could unleash from his strong stern lungs, as his body cindered to the stronger current of breeze by the riverside. The Captain needed a small break from the barracks, if it wasn’t the soldiers sucking up to him, he was doing the sucking up to the officers within his regiment, so the time away was well needed within his eyes.

Although the village was abandoned and the terrain was primarily in German hands, the Captain still stiffly acquired his cumbersome rifle, chocking the strap over his shoulder to let it hang by his hip. His uniform was neatly black, decorated with fine cut silver buttons, not forgetting the bright red swastika arm-band strapped around his bicep with pride. He was the Waffen-SS and proud of it, but needless to say, unusually alone in unknown terrain? Most officers alike himself, seeked occupants to take the hit for him, never travelling alone… But Rafael needed the quiet time, especially so as the place seemed so peaceful.

Rafael stood tall at the bank-side, looking over the small boats drifting elegantly on the river’s water, before noticing the large wooden bridge to the west -- although it was a small bridge, weak to acquire any tanks or light vehicles without strain, he was amazed to see it open without guard. A flaw in the Nazi’s defence? Perhaps so, but further more, he was relived to have noticed it sooner rather than later, as he’d have his higher authorities take guard too it… But not just yet… As he didn’t want to spoil the untouched peaceful land just yet.

[Naga Warasaki]

The water felt cool to the touch, especially on a sultry day such as this one, but Naga had decided to step out of the stream for awhile since he had been swimming for nearly an hour. He was with two of his friends who were there earlier; however the place became all for his own because his two pals feared the punishment for skipping their duty in favor of a quick dip in the river. The private too was supposed to dig a trench of some sort and report to a new captain (Wolfram) he’s recently assigned, yet he pulled it off because Naga found the job tiresome and simple to be done within a three hours limit given the five hours assigned.

“Whoo-wee. That’s one good bathe,” he shouted in merriment as the young man stepped out of the river and stretched his arms high in the air to bask in the heat of the sun. “Well I guess this means I have to go back to work,” he said to himself while he bended over to gather his uniform on the ground. The soldier took his time filling himself in his shirt and buttoned up his suit before he came to notice an uncanny feeling of being watched. There, right there, a man stood tall besides a tree wearing a clean-cut uniform Naga had come to take on as a captain’s uniform.

Great. He sulked at the misfortune he expected to come.

Quickly now, the private snatched the Kar and sped as fast as he thought possible when he realized he forgot to tighten the belt on his too capacious pants. The slacks came loose, and he tripped on them cursing all the while when his face landed on a muddy track.

Dang. If words get out in the barrack, the guys will laugh to no end. He wiped the mud off roughly, disgusted at the taste of mix-dirt-and-bug-and-whatever-else-is-in-between.

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

The elegance of peace had surrounded the entire aroma of the small abandoned German Village, from the tranquil breeze by the riverbank, to the soft ‘Wooshing’ of the tide drawing back and forth, that was until a fluttering noise of water splurged nearby, causing the Captain - standing sternly proud, to protrude his gut and fold his arms down the pit of his back, almost expecting to see a duck emit into his line of sight at any moment, skimming along the water, but… A soldier…!?

As Rafael Wolfram’s lips gaped open and his jaw began to drop ever so slightly, the Captain’s posture slackened, his hand unconsciously curling around the wooden frame to his rifle, whilst his other hand turned the hanging piece of equipment away from his hip - Only to wield it. Confused by what he was seeing, the Captain glared towards the dispatching soldier, who abruptly fell, seen to be wearing a German Uniform!?

Grunting beneath his breath, the Captain suddenly sprung off the heels to his fine polished boots, hoisting his rifle up to shoulder level, pointing the rifle daringly towards the subject’s torso, then head on closer approach. “Soldier! Is this Treason to the fatherland I see!? Was you deserting!?” the Captain hollered somewhat from the confines of his hot bathed lungs, before stepping in real close and thumping the heel of his boot against the soldier’s side - turning the male onto his back, hovering the rifle end a few inches away from the flaring of the Japanese male’s nostrils.

“NAME AND NUMBER!” the Captain shouted towards the man somewhat, demanding his identity, before his eyes slowly laid upon the insignia of his division - though the face didn’t look too familiar? “You wear the Waffen Uniform -- Disgrace” he soon entailed after his order, as he slowly ran the rifle-end down the patterned insignia on the Soldier’s collar, before jabbing the hard metal cumbersome end into the male’s shoulder, shouting “NAME AND NUMBER! NOW!”

[Naga Warasaki]

“Naga Warasaki. Number 17. Just transferred to the 2nd SS Division yesterday, Sir,” the words issued out of his mouth without hesitation as if the data were imprinted solely in his mind. The private slanted to the side and rested on his left avoiding the nudge of the firearm to better wipe the dirt off his mouth and to catch the sight of his righter of wrongs. When he looked on the captain’s face, he could not help but to blink once, twice, thrice. Still unsure of himself, the soldier rubbed his eyes again.

It’s the captain I’ve talked too months before. Dang. I fumbled on my second impression on the captain I’ve come to like. Well so long as he’s not my new captain, Captain Wolfram, I’m sure I can get by. I heard his strict with abiding rules.

“Sir. I can explain,” Naga stated sheepishly like a child getting caught with his hands inside a cookie jar before dinner comes. He patted his shoulder to rid himself the mud on his uniform and clutched on his pants before he stood face to face with the elder soldier. Anyone who stood beside him knew how awkward he felt as if he was striving to appear presentable despite the mess he’s in. The young man lodged his throat and waited for the captain to give him permission to speak further of his excuse.

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

Captain Wolfram’s crimson lips coiled at the ends ever so mischievously, as his deep piercing blue eyes glared upon the young male, strode beneath his feet, telling his name and number somewhat automated and quickly - a good soldier never forgot their name and number, their place amongst the food chain of grunts. Before the fellow Captain could recoil his rifle, the musk ridden soldier had already began to arise before Rafael, making it seem like the Captain had the young male at gun-point… Thankfully, the Captain’s grin faded and his rifle lowered ever so slowly.

“So you’re the new recruit, eh?” Rafael said a little curiously, as if he’d heard rumours of the male prior to their meeting at that very moment in time - still oblivious to their prior meeting within the bunks a few months back. The Captain had seen a lot of faces come and go. “Explain then Soldier, for your tongue hangs on the line” he soon entailed, as his hand coiled out to brush against the grain of Naga’s uniform, removing some of the dirt. “A soldier beneath my division, is always a clean one - a deserter beneath my division, is always a dead one” Rafael elegantly said, standing tall before the young soldier, his boots giving him the slight height advantage.

As the Captain awaited some sort of appropriate answer, his hands made good work to shifting his rifle back at his hip, hanging from his shoulder heavily, cumbersomely clunking against his side. “Hurry then, I haven’t all day to bare witness to someone running from their Officer… Perhaps deserting” he said a little sternly with the flick of his tongue, straightening his Officer’s hat a little, so the leather eye-shield hung against his brow, giving him a mean look, compared to the once honest and talkative male in the bunks.

[Naga Warasaki]

New recruit? His eyes stared vacantly ahead perplexed at the question posed. Can he possibly be Wolfram? No. It can’t be. He averted the captain’s cold gaze virtually terrorized as the rumors about the man circulated in his head. Wolfie the recruit eater. Naga gulped at the thought. Though a lie might be the better choice in his situation, the young soldier decided to forego perjury and answer his commanding officer with the truth.

“I cannot let a river go wasted on a blistering heat such as today, Sir, so I might as well go for a swim. It is as the fatherland always says ‘Never waste what’s given to you’ or so I heard,” he paused to set the silence sink in before he asserted his next words brusquely, “And Sir…I will never leave my comrades in arms.”

He did not know what the captain would say to his response because just then Naga saw a figure moved behind the abandoned cottage across the river. Out of constant regiment training, he forgot who he was standing to and barked, “Get down!” to the captain while his hands rapidly searched for the Mauser Karbine near his side and positioned it to aim.

With no seconds spared, he released the trigger.

The shot rang and gave a loud thud as it scraped the wall forming a crack slightly bent inward from the sheer force of the fire; yet nothing stirred even after minutes later, and Naga deep in thought began to wonder if he had hallucinated because of the heat.

“Sorry to scare you, Sir…I thought I spot an enemy’s soldier. Might have been only my imagination.” The private maintained a steely gaze on the building across the river while he spoke to the captain, disappointed of what might have been his probable mistake.

That’s when he realized his pants had become loose and hurried to tighten the belt; at least in that sense Naga was prepared for the possibility of the worst to come: Allies or worser yet, an infuriated commanding officer.

[∬: Rafael Z. Wolfram]

OOC: I’ve edited the map with our new positions - I hope I’ve managed to situate your character where you’ve described? As well as my moves…

Patience, something Captain Wolfram didn’t usually have, he was presumably a busy man - conferring with senior officers, maintaining a strict schedule on his troops training, considering the Captain was apart of his company, he trained alongside them when he could -- not to mention the whole ordeal in actually fighting the enemy, so Captain Wolfram’s patience instinctively became short.

As the suited and booted Captain just about ushered his mouth open to say something in correlation to the Soldier’s honest plea, he was abruptly cut short by a boisterous holler to get down, before swiftly adjourning to his Mauser Karbine’ and taking a quick stead in aim towards an array of silent cottages across the river. Rafael’s tinted blue eyes glared in sheer anticipation for a mere moment, as his body done as it was told, crouching ever so slightly to accommodate ‘taking cover’ roughly, keeping a keen eye across the river, watching silently as the bullet took a chunk out of it‘s ghostly enemy. Yet no movement deterred on the opposite side of the river…

As the Soldier spoke, Rafael’s eyes deemed their narrow glare on the supposed enemy’s location, a soft bite taking to his lower lip as he slanted his head ever so slightly to lean inwards against Naga’s shoulder, to speak quietly. “Maintain a Picket formation here… Don’t you dare take your eyes of that building Soldier” Captain Wolfram said with firm orders, totally ignoring his apology and further more, not seeming infuriated in any sense? The Picket formation usually being a line of troops placed before a larger company, to warn of enemy soldiers ahead, but in this case, Rafael referred to the two of them as a strong company - which was either complimentary or worrying.

Giving a stern order to keep a keen eye on the opposite side of the river, Captain Wolfram eagerly sprung to his legs, still maintaining his crouched position, wielding his rifle along the front of his waist as he made haste in running towards the nearest building, seeking higher ground in which he could overlook the enemy’s position, either to confirm or neglect Private Warasaki’s prediction on seeing an enemy across the river… Either way, the Captain was being safe than sorry, for it would be his neck on the line too.

Thumping his heavy leather boots up the long staircase, Rafael still maintained a low posture, almost expecting someone to be lurking within the next room, but thankfully, no one appeared. Resorting to an upstairs bedroom, Rafael ripped back the flower patterned curtains and knelt against the small wall below the window ledge, carefully opening one side of the window slowly, planting his rifle onto the ledge carefully, awaiting to see any movements from his position.

[Naga Warasaki]

Naga was lost to words when the captain ordered the standard military tactic, but he dared not question his authority—for he is right—and slightly nodded his head in silent agreement. The young soldier kept a steady gaze at the possible enemy at hand, not once letting his sight wandered off the cottage across. Sweat swept a crop of his brow, and few trailed its way along his nose as he kept a steady pace striding his way backwards to follow up with the commanding officer.

His Kar maintained its aim when Naga arrived to the door, and it pulled inwards as the private went inside with it. He heard the footsteps of his captain rushing to the top and not knowing what his duties were in this situation decided to follow suit. He nudged his head low and pulled his body level to the ground. “Sir, orders,” the soldier stated rather bluntly, but he still maintained an apparent tone of a vast respect he held for the man.

[PuNk! ™]

Moderation Post:[/b]

Forgive me, but this has been open ages and no-one has joined; so i've decided to close it and issue CP best seen fit.

The following CP has been awarded (un-finished & no combat):
Captain Wolfram: 7CP
- Displayed valour & strategic thinking, but nothing combat related happened.

Corp. Warasaki: 7CP
- Showed respect for a higher ranking officer and followed orders, neatly.

~Danny