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Viktoria, The Heavy by KriegsaffeNo9 Viktoria, The Heavy :iconkriegsaffeno9:KriegsaffeNo9 1 0
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Machine Gun Princess, day 23
One ice-blue evening at camp, Irenka and Osanna set up camp far out in the fields outside of Icemelt.  Irenka hacked down a small tree with her entrenching tool, more or less just to show off that she was good at it, and set up a nice warm campfire.  Osanna set up the tent and church-keyed open the first beer, taking a long, loving drought as Irenka worked her flint and tinder, catching the kindling alight and getting the flame started in earnest.  "Keep at it, almost there," Osanna said.
With a few flaps of her blanket the kindling caught, licks of fire pressing up through the pile of logs.  "There we go," Irenka said.  She took a seat on her bedroll next to Osanna and watched her campfire blossom.  "Heck of a thing," she said.
"Hell.  You can say hell."  Osanna reached for another beer from her satchel (of beer) and punched two holes in the tin.  "You ever have Black Bliss?"
"What's its vintage?" Irenka said.
Osanna laughed.  "Ha ha,
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Machine Gun Princess, day 21
"...and how is Irena doing?" Devaraja said as he placed his Boiler piece on the queen's pawn.  The wargame was in its final rounds.  Agnieska's pieces were thoroughly scattered across the bard and Devaja's own were poised to rush her point and take it.  In a challenging game this would have taken an hour to set up.  Devaraja had the queen at his mercy in about ten minutes.
"Oh, happy as she's ever been," Agnieska said, surveying the board and trying to suss out some way to disrupt his strategy.  Winning was out of the question.  She could never figure the guy out, but then, that's why she had him where he was.  "I think she's doing great for herself.  You should see the way she carries that gun around.  It's just delightful, like a new puppy."  No, she was doomed.  She moved her Siege Tower over to one of Devaraja's own Towers and plopped the tile down.
"And how do you feel about this?" he said.
"Couldn't be any more proud."  
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Machine Gun Princess, day 20
Time passes; this is what time does.
Irenka took to her paints, and Osanna to her little life in the Flatlands.
This is how it went:
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Six in the morning, and bells chimed.  It was the end of the late shift for all the happy little workers of Mountainheart, and the start of the morning for the dayfolk.  It was the start of Irenka's morning, too, and oh, how painful it was to peel herself out of her bed.  She'd learned to love her stiff bunk, her lumpy bedroll.  Sleeping in a real bed was like sleeping with her head in heaven.  But the day waited, and the day would roll on without her.
A brisk shower, changing into her day clothes, breakfast with the family.  Another round of questions from Henryk and Tymon, asking if they could shoot her gun today.  (The answer was no.)  Chou and Noriko asked her how her sleep went, and if she had any dreams ("I thought I was a poor sick girl in a hospital, except I was healthy enough to sneak out all the tim
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Machine Gun Princess, day 19: Some Notes on Magick
Some Notes on Magick
Magic in its present form has only been practiced for about two centuries.  The spirit shepherds were aware of the existence of other worlds and realms of being before then, but only with the creation of the spirit stake were they able to do more than observe via the use of assorted powerful drugs.
The spirit stake is created during a ritual undergone while on a particular mixture of alkaloid herbs and poisonous mushrooms.  Inspired carvings and designs link the stake to a specific spirit witnessed by the ritualist; from then on, when correctly hammered into a living creature at a focal point just above the navel, that creature is granted powers and abilities derived from the linked spirit.  While hypothetically usable on any creature with a navel, for reasons which should be obvious they have only been used on humans after the first furtive tests of their utility.
Those who bear a spirit stake are known as magi, bearers of sacred wisdom.  Spiri
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Machine Gun Princess, day 16
Out of the thirty-five men and women who tried their hand at getting a spirit bound to them, only four of them, counting Stawski, had managed to pass.  Everybody else had either hurt themseves or almost hurt somebody else.  This was about par for the course, Irenka had read.  Few were cut out for playing host to a spirit, and rumble worms were among the most docile and easy to control.
Irenka only missed a week of training.  The saliva and surgery of the Dove ensured that Osanna was only bedridden a month, and back to light exercise for the first week back.  The overall effect, Irenka was startled to find, was minimal.  It just meant she had front-ended all the paperwork and textbook learning of her training.  By the time she was catching up on the physical portion of testing Irenka was being schooled in the history of the army from a soldier's perspective.  That and military philosophy.  And a crash course on calculus to better determine ho
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Machine Gun Princess, day 15: A History Lesson
Równiny ("Flatland") began life as a small barony that split off from its home country following a peasant rebellion that had the backing of the knightly caste.  Even in its earliest days Równiny was unusually martially adept, training every able-bodied man and woman in the basics of combat in order to defend their fledgeling nation from invasion.  As time went on, they expanded their territory through conquest or revolution, spurring on secessions from other countries into Równiny territory on the promise of freedom from royal oppression.
The country was a representative democracy with elaborate and cautiously balanced tiers of governance.  Its national identity was one of pious living for the good of the community over the good of kings or individuals, and for the glory of the gods over the glory of the self.  The knightly caste was, in time, replaced by the most iconic representation of Równiny's philosophy, the Grasscutters, men and women of
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Machine Gun Princess, Bonus Day 12
The queen sniffed dismissively.  "That doesn't look so tough.  Bet if I kicked it down it wouldn't get back up."  She poured herself a little more brandy.  The smell was just sweet and strong enough to counteract the oily stink of assorted greases and lubricants in the small machine shop.
"They're not supposed to be tough," Devaraja said.  "Or, well, they're not supposed to be dangerous.  An important distinction!  These things are shot up by trainees every month.  They have to be durable if you don't want to go through them like training dummies.  We can spare more padding than we can bullet-resistant steel."
Lying on the table was a training automaton.  Six foot zero, five hundred pounds, most of it armor plating.  It looked like a statue of a fieldball goalie, a bulky humanoid core girded with an apron of layers of stamped steel.  Its joints were shielded with rubber and reinforced, its hands simple clamps with a trigger fi
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Machine Gun Princess, day 10
It didn't take long for the downside of being the first machine gunner of the Reunification to rear its head: actually having to carry the Thunderbolt around on marches.  It was three times the weight of the Cleaver and the ammo belts came in fat drums that didn't easily fit in any of her uniform's pockets.  Then again, Nowakowski carried two boxes of ammo lashed across her back, plus her own gun, plus her own ammo, and everyone on her squad had to carry an extra drum for her.  It was a burden they all shared, and that made it a little easier.
Usually made it easier.  Depending on who she worked with it just made them snippier at her.  That she could understand, too, 'cause fifty rounds of rifle ammo in a steel can wasn't exactly the lightest thing in the kit.
The next month hardly took any time at all.  The basics of being a soldier had been drilled into them, and now she realized why their exercises were called that: they had to be etched in.  She c
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Machine Gun Princess, day 8
Devaraja clapped.  "There we go, that's a start!  Here, let's get a reload going."  He fetched a second belt and walked Irenka and Nowakowski through the process.  "Open the feed cover, pull the leading links through, like so, until the first round is in firing position here... then close the lid, give her a pat on the back for being such a nice new gun--"  He knocked the cover, which gently clicked into place.  "There we go!"
Halfway through the second belt the barrel shroud was already getting hot.  "Will this come with gloves?" Irenka said, a little louder than she meant.
"Ah, right!  Here, like so."  He took her left hand and planted it on the bipod.  Between the size of the gun and the size of Irenka--she barely had a foot in height on the thing--this took some stretching and clever use of the sling.
"Er, pardon me, but how am I going to use the sights...?" Irenka said.  The buttstock was snug against her side, pinned there by
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Machine Gun Princess, day 7
Sometime around week three boot camp had gone from a strange new phase in her life into something like normal.  A good third of the recruits had washed out by now, and cruel as it sounded there was a real improvement in how well everything was fitting together.  The ones who couldn't hack it--that was always how Stolarz put it, "hack it"--had taken their woes with them.  By midweek she was certain she'd passed the worst of it.
Midweek was also when training in the most common weapons of the army began, starting with the IR1 Cleaver rifle.  It was a bolt-action rifle, five shot, firing 7.92x57mm rounds--"eight em" or "seven nine two" going by her instructors' words.  Irenka was not a fan of having to work the bolt after each shot.  Compared to the Nail, or especially the Tack, it was like having to wait in the mail for the next bullet.
The day after they'd practiced with the IR1 came the first forced march while carrying a full kit--rifle, pistol, ammo, can
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Machine Gun Princess, day 6
To her considerable surprise, Irenka had absolutely no problems with basic training.
Oh, it wasn't pleasant.  By the end of the first day she had hit her tiny bunk feeling like she'd been squeezed through a laundry press.  Amid the nervous, angry, and exhilarated chatter of her fellow recruits in the girls' dormitory, she tried to eke out a quick sketch only to find her head wouldn't rub two thoughts together without crying at her to stop making it work so hard.  So she tucked her journal and pencil into her little bag of personal effects and tried to sleep.
After turning around for an hour or two, she finally lost consciousness.  She had always been a heavy sleeper, early to bed and up with the dawn, so she was the last out of bed and the first to get splashed with a cup of ice water by one of the drill instructors, who helpfully informed her that if she weren't on her feet and ready to kill the second something made a sound one day she'd be woken up by a bayonet t
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  • Listening to: Some Owen Pallett
  • Reading: Internet updates
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  • Playing: Preppin' for Savage Worlds!
  • Eating: Reasonably well
  • Drinking: Got mildly crunk on Jaeger on Thanksgiving!
As you noticed, if you noticed, I sorta dropped the ball in those last days of NaNo.  This and that came up (primarily in the form of me getting my ass kicked at work and also having to wrestle with exactly what I wanted to happen later in the story) and I wound up losing the race completely.  But I got a huge block o' text down and a better grasp on the characters and setting, so I will be returning to MGP and finishin' it!

note to self actually do that this time

In the interim I'll be finishing Clio vs. Kayfabe and doing some other writin' junk in this and that variety!  But not tonight.  o lord anything but productivity now

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Jacob
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Current Residence: Beside you in time
Favourite genre of music: Rock most of all, but anything that's good-sounding.
Favourite style of art: If it's good, I like it.
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MP3 player of choice: My reasonably up-to-date eyePod
Shell of choice: That +5-and-up cloth armor that lets you fly
Wallpaper of choice: Appealing!
Skin of choice: Demure and understated.
Favourite cartoon character: Black Rose. ...in that way.
Personal Quote: You can find a better place in this twilight.
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