Anne Savant: You wanted to see me, sir?
Thomas: *gestures to the back*
Anne Savant: *nods*
Thomas: Have a seat Anne.
Anne Savant: *sits*
Thomas: *eyes gazing down, a look of depression faintly noticeable*
Thomas: How are you?
Anne Savant: *tilts head*
Anne Savant: Still a bit banged up from yesterday…
Anne Savant: but well overall.
Thomas: *nods*
Thomas: You’ve… been doing good work Anne. And I’ve appreciated the support and help so far…
Thomas: You’ve shown an initative and drive I saw in myself weeks ago… and hopefully still have.
Thomas: But as the General said to me moments ago…
Thomas: There is a “but” coming. I’m sure you feel it
Anne Savant: *folds hands in lap*
Anne Savant: I thought there might be.
Thomas: *nods*
Thomas: This applies to both you and I… so don’t feel singled out.
Thomas: It is the observation and opinion of the General and the other line officers…
Thomas: That… to quote the General… we don’t quite yet have the “nuance” of the Society….
Thomas: *said in a grumble as he turns*
Thomas: Whatever the hell that means
Anne Savant: *frowns slightly*
Thomas: *turns back*
Anne Savant: And?
Thomas: As of now, our duties, responsibilies, and such are restricted.
Thomas: We keep our titles… but frankly, to be honest, they don’t mean crap….
Anne Savant: In other words, we have no authority outside the division.
Thomas: Save that I guess you could consider yourself one step higher than the PFC’s…
Thomas: and I’m one step above you
Anne Savant: *slight nod*
Thomas: Right.
Thomas: We keep our eyes open and mouths shut during tactical discussions.
Thomas: Heh.
Anne Savant: *shakes head, sighing*
Thomas: I know why this happened.
Thomas: There’s no other explanation.
Thomas: I challenged Nocturne…. and I questioned Kenyon recently.
Anne Savant: hrm
Thomas: I misinterpreted the General’s orders.
Thomas: Even though I simply took it word for word
Thomas: I guess it’s not proper to take things literally.
Thomas: And Nocturne….
Thomas: He’s so pissed at what I did that he went On Leave.
Thomas: And I’m damned sure each of them played a part in this.
Thomas: *shrugs*
Anne Savant: Permission to speak freely…
Thomas: But I won’t talk about it openly
Thomas: Dammit Anne, go ahead… we’re in private.
Anne Savant: *chuckles*
Thomas: *sighs*
Anne Savant: I am assuming that Sergeant Shadowspawn had a hand in your promotion…
Anne Savant: that is correct, yes?
Thomas: Shadow… yes. And Colonel Anubis.
Anne Savant: *nods some*
Thomas: *looks thoughtful*
Anne Savant: Then I should think Sgt Nocturne should trust their opinions.
Anne Savant: You were not given the rank for nothing.
Anne Savant: And hell…
Thomas: Whats done is done Anne. Rahl’s put his foot down. He says we’re too young to the company
Anne Savant: *shakes head*
Thomas: to be given the full tasks and responsibility of Line Officers.
Anne Savant: Then he should not have approved the promotions.
Thomas: No… he shouldn’t have.
Thomas: This is supposed to remain quiet.
Thomas: We’re Sergeant and Chief in name… but not fully in spirit.
homas: *shrugs*
Thomas: We keep to the recruits, and thats that
Anne Savant: *nods some*
Thomas: When the General feels we’re ready to be fully involved, he’ll tell us.
Thomas: *glares*
Anne Savant: I cannot say I like the idea that the rank is just for “show”.
Anne Savant: *frowns*
Thomas: Heh.
Thomas: You think I do?
Thomas: I think it’s a fucking mockery…
Anne Savant: They may as well assign a senior member to the posts and be done with it.
Thomas: *blinks*
Thomas: Sorry
Anne Savant: *waves a hand*
Anne Savant: I live and train with soldiers.
Anne Savant: *slight grin*
Thomas: No one aboves us cares that much Anne…
Thomas: Except Shadow I suppose…
Thomas: Most are too damn interested in their own divisions and ranks…
Thomas: Don’t give a crap about the Company as the whole….
Anne Savant: Fine.
Anne Savant: Ask us to be respectful of the seniors…
Anne Savant: but give us a chance to contribute too.
Thomas: *nods*
Anne Savant: *shakes head slowly*
Thomas: Anne… we’re each preaching to the choir.
Thomas: *smiles weakly*
Anne Savant: Yes. I know.
Anne Savant: But I figured since we are venting…
Thomas: *nods*
Anne Savant: *faint smile*
Thomas: Alright… thats fine…
Thomas: *shakes his head some*
Thomas: Heh… what a day.
Anne Savant: So much for thinking the officers were being friendly with me.
Thomas: I rarely think about drinking.
Thomas: *slight grin*
Anne Savant: *has a bit of an edge to her voice*
Thomas: Maybe Kenyon was disappointed you play hard to get… or don’t play at all
Anne Savant: bah
Anne Savant: I meant other than the Lieutenant.
Thomas: *nods*
Thomas: Sorry, it was uncalled for…
Anne Savant: *shrugs*
Thomas: I have noticed him being… unusually friendly with you though
Anne Savant: No need to apologize. I know the rumors.
Thomas: *shrug*
Thomas: I know you better Anne
Anne Savant: *chuckles*
Thomas: I also saw how you acted with him
Thomas: You kept it pretty clear.
Thomas: You’re here to serve the Roses… not a cavalcade of drama.
Thomas: I know that.
Anne Savant: *nods*
Anne Savant: Now if they will just give us the chance.
Anne Savant: *wry grin*
Thomas: We have to earn it. We only thought we had.
Anne Savant: *nods some, a hardness in her eyes*
Anne Savant: I suppose so.
Thomas: *extends his hand to her, gesturing to help her up*
Anne Savant: *takes his hand*
Anne Savant: *stands*
Thomas: *helps her up and shakes her hand firmly*
Thomas: We’ll prove it.
Anne Savant: *nod*
Anne Savant: Damn right we will.
Thomas: *grins*
Thomas: Now…
Thomas: From what I understand…
Thomas: We’re still more or less given free reign in our division.
Thomas: But if say Doc or the Thorns Sgt. steps into something…
Thomas: *shrugs*
Thomas: We’re not on their level
Anne Savant: *curt nod*
Thomas: Heh
Thomas: That’s about it…
Thomas: I have an enlistee outside… she may still be there I hope.
Thomas: Care to join me?
Anne Savant: *nods*
Thomas: *sneezes*
Thomas: *blinks*
Thomas: *looks around*
Thomas: Hmm..
Kenyon: *takes a swig of ale*
Thomas: Thank you for waiting.
Anne Savant: *nods to Kenyon*
Thomas: Annah…
Annah: *looks over*
Kenyon: `ello Anne
Anne Savant: Good eve, sir.
Thomas: This is Chief Savant, she assists me in the Recruits Division.
Anne Savant: Hello.
Annah: ah
Annah: Hello ma’am
Thomas: When we left off… I was prepared to take you to headquarters…. but I want to know
Thomas: if you have any questions at present.
Annah: None I can think of
Thomas: *nods*
Thomas: Alright. You can Recall?
Annah: Yes sir
Thomas: *nods*
Thomas: Quickly then
Thomas: *points to the book*
Annah: Nice meeting you sir
Thomas: *said to Anne*
Thomas: See you there.
Kenyon: Anne if ya got a minute?
Anne Savant: *nod*
Thomas: Sir…
Kenyon: take care of ya business Thomas
Thomas: I’ve spoken to the Chief about what was discussed with me sir.
Thomas: If thats the issue.
Kenyon: just need to talk Anne
Kenyon: nys
Thomas: Yes sir
Kenyon: its not
Thomas: Kal Ort Por
Anne Savant: Sir?
Kenyon: in the back a be more private
Anne Savant: *nods*
Kenyon: Thomas filled ya in
Anne Savant: *nods curtly*
Anne Savant: Yes, sir.
Kenyon: any questions?
Anne Savant: No, sir.
Kenyon: ok then how do you feel about it?
Anne Savant: I will abide by the General’s decision.
Kenyon: reason ah ask is tha` it looks like Thomas
Kenyon: is a bit disappointed
Anne Savant: *jaw tightened some*
Anne Savant: He is adjusting as well, sir.
Kenyon: Ah dont wanna him do something foolish or to just give up on his efforts
Anne Savant: He will not, sir.
Kenyon: reason Ah come to you is so someone can keep an eye on him
Anne Savant: *blinks*
Kenyon: and to let me know if he gets depressed or anything else
Kenyon: you work with him ya will be able to tell
Anne Savant: *nod*
Anne Savant: I have not had that impression, sir.
Kenyon: and dont think this sets you back either
Anne Savant: *briefly looks amused, but controls it*
Kenyon: *looks at her*
Kenyon: you ok with this?
Anne Savant: If the officers think it best, I will follow orders, sir.
Kenyon: *shakes his head*
Kenyon: tis not wha` ah was asking
Kenyon: are you ok with it
Anne Savant: *clasps hands behind back*
Kenyon: ya can speak freely
Kenyon: just you and me
Anne Savant: I think that our rank has effectively been made for show only, sir.
Anne Savant: If command is not… comfortable… with us…
Anne Savant: then they should replace us.
Kenyon: *shakes his head*
Kenyon: tha`s not wha` it is for
Kenyon: ya earned it
Kenyon: but only in ya division
Anne Savant: I did not realize I had overstepped myself.
Kenyon: you actually didnt
Kenyon: ya doing good job
Kenyon: ah just dont want depressed or upset leaders
Kenyon: you can understand tha?
Anne Savant: *nod*
Kenyon: just keep up the good work and ya chin up
Kenyon: and make sure Thomas does the same
Anne Savant: Do not worry. We will crank out some fine soldiers for the Society.
Kenyon: *nods*
Anne Savant: *smiles a bit*
Kenyon: tha`s all
Anne Savant: *nods*
Kenyon: *Grins*
Anne Savant: I should catch up to Sgt Flint then.
Kenyon: ays