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Kyros Seigfried
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[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]A sharp click echoed throughout the room as the reporter turned on the gigantic overhead light. [/FONT][FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]
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“[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]Gah, you should warn me before doing that.” Said the man in slightly cinkly clothes and a hairdo that wouldn't win over any ladies soon.[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]Across from him was the exact opposite, suit, tie, clipboard, clean shaven, reporter that was interviewing him. “Please state your name, age and occupation clearly into the microphone.”[/FONT]
“[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]Ah, that would be Kyros Seigfried, 34 and Currently employed by the Alsakan Naval academy.”[/FONT]
“[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]Alright, so I am going to ask you some questions about what you did, and about you life so far, is that okay?”[/FONT]
“Alright, I don’t care all that much.”
“Let us start with the most recent event Mr. Siegfried; what possessed you to save her?” The reporter said, leaning in to hear the man across from him a little bit better.
“I’m not sure. I had just woken up off that bench across the park cause you see, it was a long night, and there she was getting attacked and all.”
“And then what did you do?”
“Well I weighed my options, here’s this girl getting attacked, and the guy attacking her is bigger and uglier then me, so he had to be a good fighter.”
“Why did you attack him then?”
“I was still drunk.” Seigfried said it almost point blank, like how could you not know that obvious piece of information.
“Uh, alright…” the reporter stammered, not sure where to go next with his questions. “Witness’ say that you jumped on the man’s back and started to pull at his hair and claw at his face; why?”
“Simple really, the man was easily a half foot taller then me, I would say about 6’ 5’’ and a good 30 pounds of muscle on me, seeing as how I only weigh 150.”
-seems slightly insane, may still be drunk from the celebration last night. Not sure where to go with this story yet.- the reporter scribbled hastily on his notepad as Kyros continued to talk.
“… and now I was all out of ammo in my slugger!” Kyros said, leaning across the table, “So I try and settle into my military training, ya know close combat fighting styles, stuff like that, and I thought about an arm bar, but then saw how big his arms where, thought about going to try and get a chokehold, but saw the size of his neck!” He was talking faster now, as the memories were coming back to him and he didn’t want to lose them before he actually told somebody. “So I did what he wouldn’t expect, the unexpected!” Leaning back in his chair finally, Kyros gave himself a small pat on the back, for he did an awesome job, and that last sentence was pure genius.
“ahh…” was the only thing that the reporter could say after hearing that small bit from somebody he could only now assume to be insane. “So after the small… battle, you found out that you actually had saved the Vicar herself, how did that make you feel?”
“Not bad, but I don’t see why I should get more glory for fighting him off now that she is the Vicar though, a citizen is a citizen me thinks.”
“She was so grateful, that she offered you a position to be in her personal bodyguard, but you declined… why is that?”
Kyros leaned back in his chair and smiled; “Ever since I was a little kid, I’ve always wanted to be that old broken down man in the bar, telling the younger travelers; You know what I could’ve been! This is just one more thing to add to my arsenal. That, and Captain Wheeler would have killed me had I joined.”
“Oh, you are part of Wheeler’s department eh? What position do you hold?” Now something good may come out of this interview, as Wheeler and his crew were something that the Alsakan newspapers spoke about frequently, with his exploits being very well known. At least, the captains face well known, not so much about his crew.
“Oh, I’m only an aft gunner.” Kyros said, nonchalantly, letting his insignificance sink in.
That was the final straw for the reporter, this man was next to useless to him, not giving out any good information or details, and not even appearing to be that respectable of a man; a total waste of time. “Well, if that is all you have to say, I shall bid you farewell.”
“Alright, have fun!”
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