The Great War Rp

"on the bright side you guys are great at drawing their fire from me." Joked Reeve in his inconspicuous dark army green uniform

Alina is watching the other side of the trenches hawkishly seeing a electric bolt hit Adal before an artrillery shell hit him "I am telling you I think I saw someone" she says to her brother barely above a whisper

"I don't think I like you very much " Peter replies as he lights the cigarette .

Bertholt nods slowly " Yes , perhaps you're right , but there's nothing we can do right now , do you expect me to wake the lieutenant over something like this?

"Maybe wake him over Adal being an idiot and trying to sneak across, without much backup...Or orders to my knowledge" she says

Bertholt sighs slowly "He took initiative , there was no way he could have known some manner of mage was out there , poor man" He replies with sympathy in his voice .

"I'm kidding" He chuckled as he took out a chocolate bar hidden inside his pocket, real milk chocolate "Want to split it?" he offered

"Is that milk chocolate? The good stuff?" He replies "Because if we're getting all fancy like" He replies with a grin ,his voice changing from the rugged tone of a Magnolian Outbackmen to the posh dulcet speech of a lord of Albion "I've just the finest liquor here , though not much ,yet more than enough to share my good man" He remarks as he pulls out a rather fancy pure silver flask full of well brewed whiskey.

"He died warning us and serving the Kaiser" she says with a nod

"You stay here and watch the coffee please , I'll go speak with the lieutenant" Bertholt says and with that crouch walks away to the lieutenants little hollow.

Reeve broke him off half the chocolate bar which was rather large "Want to hear something neat?" he asked

"Aye , sure" He replies with a small smile as he takes the half and hands over the flask.

"I got this from a Rhinic officers tent about three months ago." He motioned to the candy bar "I was on my way back from a delivery and I made a little detour. He said taking out a fancy Rhinic officer's knife, another souvenir

"Huh..is that gold , at the pommel?" He murmurs with a jealous smirk as he chomps on his part of the chocolate , the smirk turning into just the warmest of smiles as they eat. Something warms up in his core , just sitting here , in the middle of a ditch ,eating chocolate , drinking whiskey and puffing on a good cigarette , if only for a moment , for the first time in a long time since he put on the uniform...he feels good. "Thanks..for the cigarette and the chocolate I mean"

"Thanks for the drink" Reeve said taking a swig

"Where are my manners , Corporal Peter Sebastian Molyneaux , mates call me P.S" He replies as he puts out a gloved hand to shave with a grin.

"Specialist Reeve, some people have taken to calling me the shadow rider" Reeve said shaking the hand

Peter just chuckles "Oh really , a nickname?" He replies with a smirk as he eats more of the chocolate .

"Seems so" He chuckled taking a bite of chocolate

"Nickname means they know about you though" He replies as he pops the last of his chocolate into his mouth and takes another puff of his cigarette.

"The pays better but you got more people coming after you" Reeve said with a nod

"Exactly , no point in getting payed an extra fifty pound , if you'll be getting an extra fifty bullets for the deal , and flying right at you at that" He replies as he downs a bit more whiskey.

"What if you make it though?" Reeve's eyes told the story of a man who would be legend, a man who did it for the thrill and pride of it

Peter doesn't but it for a second "Oh there's a chance of course mate not doubt about it"

Reeve shrugs and says "Well I guess I'd rather take the risk"

"Hey mate, all power to ye " He replies with a smirk as he finishes his cigarette , putting it out on the muddy ground before taking up his spot at the machine gun.