The Recruitment Office

[Prince Arthur Pendragon]

Arthur paused thoughtful, as he listened to the young mans reply. Rare it was, that a recruit left the decision of which division he should join to Arthur himself.

"Well," he replied, taking a seat in the chair by the desk. "I think that you seem to fear the idea of killing and thus i think perhaps it would be wise to take a more detatched position- a scout in the cavalry persay? Or perhaps it would be interesting to throw you in at the deep end and train you as an assassin?"

He smiled.

"But of course my most desperate battalion is the archers, and seeing as that is your less practiced weapon, perhaps it would present more of a challenge?"

He waited to see what Galahad would choose, to go against his beliefs and choose assassin, to make life difficult and chose archer or to go with the safe option and choose cavalry.

OOC: I thought maybe assassin might be interesting given Galahads beliefs, but also thought that the cavalry scout might give training a totally different perspective...and archers is really just the normal option...i didnt want to make the final decision for you unless you REALLY wanted me too...(in which case i choose assassin ) once you have picked you can begin training and i will reply as soon as im back from my holiday!

[Galahad of Pelles]

Suffering from a crisis of faith, Galahad brought his eyes back down to the form, staring at it questioningly.

"Or perhaps it would be interesting to throw you in at the deep end and train you as an assassin?"

The corner of his lips twitched upward in amusement. But as Arthur listed his options he made the decision instantaneously in his mind. The problem was to not second guess such a decision. This was a habit he needed to drop for it may be his life.

"I'll do it." He said suddenly silencing the arguments in his head and sending the prince a look of certainty. "To the depths of the deep end."

Scribbling his neat handwriting down on the form he answered the blank without a moments of hesitation, for if he hesitated he would certainly not be able to follow through with his decision.

Assassin

((>.< Well that certainly was a difficult decision *snickers* Hope you have fun on holiday!))

[Alais Olivia Strider]

Alais squirmed with discomfort, a single hand lifting toward the nape of her neck where fingertips plucked and brushed almost spastically. Her flesh itched with the clipped locks from the night before, small, uneven bits of hair clinging almost desperately to the young girl’s flesh. Uncomfortable was a word that came to mind, and, still, she couldn’t concentrate on that within this moment.

She’d cut her hair within the throes of passion the night before. Between jerking sobs, and dry heaving in utter dismay, the girl had found some semblance of energy, to tug forth those once-long locks, so she may hack such off. It was some vague attempt at masquing herself as a man. While women were slowly earning their rights, by no means were they considered equals, and Alais is positive that playing the part of a man would put her on the fast-track to revenge.

Of course, the woman didn’t much care for that term.

Revenge was such a dirty word. Still, that’s what it was.

Despite the new haircut- the clip of such, brushing upon her ears, overwhelming her senses, and forcing her to itch almost spastically when given the privacy to do so- there was no denying the fact that Alais had a distinctly feminine features, her cheeks were soft and full, with warm hollows beneath the apples, her jaw line was likewise delicate, and while she was unhappy with her nose, well… that, too, was likewise delicate. Feminine. Still, it was all she could do, save for breaking her nose, or some other ludicrous act.

Whatever, confidence was what she needed. If she didn’t believe in this ruse, no one would.

Though she doubted the price was truly that dense.

Her nose wrinkles, and her fingertips work frantically upon the curve of her neck, all whilst her free hand hefts her bow and quiver alike toward her shoulder. Truth be told, the girl was none too sure what she would need for this excursion - signing up for the prince’s army - so, she’d packed heavy, in attempts to anticipate anything which may be demanded of her.

Her clothing was heavy, a hefty piece of fabric draped dumbly across her shoulders, ill fitting, and rumpled in some attempts to further conceal her damned womanly curves. Her trousers were likewise, dragging upon the stone floor of the recruitment hall with each sluffing step. Nervousness prickled at the base of her spine, and the girl takes a deep, reassuring breath inwards before brushing into that office.

“Evening, Lord,” her voice wasn’t exactly manly, though she did her best. Perhaps she more conveyed a boy going through puberty than she did a man worthy of a spot within the prince’s army, though she did her best. She suppresses a wrinkle to her nose, obviously disappointed with her ruse, “I was hoping to be given a chance at joining your army.”

“As an archer,” as a woman, she was prone to squeamishness, and the girl was none too sure if she could handle hand-to-hand combat, let alone feel the touch of warm blood upon her hands and fingertips alike. At the moment, the thought of such made her squirm with discomfort.

Her heart pounded in anticipation, flesh thrumming beneath those ill-fitting clothes of hers. She holds her breath for a passing time.

(Hope this is okay! Sorry if I'm interrupting anything between him and Galahad, if so I can post this at a different time, just let me know!)

[Prince Arthur Pendragon]

Arthur barely glance up from his desk as Alais approached, had he done he probably would have seen through her disguise but luckily for her he was far too busy.

"Yes take these.."He repluied absent mindedly, giving the young girl a pile of forms that she would be needing to fill out.
"Leave them on the desk by the door when you are done."He returned to scrawling his signature on the letter he had just finished writing, and poured the sealing wax onto the envelope.

It was good that a new archer had joined his ranks, he decided. He just hoped they were as competent as they looked. Not that he had looked very hard.

[Alais Olivia Strider]

Well, that was easy enough. Truth be told Alais was quite shocked by this point, though the girl wasn’t about to complain, nor even make mention of the seemingly lax recruitment methods. Instead, she simply lifts a hand to take up that small stack of papers with a furrow to her soft brows.

For once in her life, Alais kept her mouth shut, as she overlooked the forms she’d be signing. With forms in hand, the girl shuffles away from the desk, lest she be called out for her ruse. The forms were simple enough, which was good for her, as she’s not sure how convincing of a male she could truly play. At least not this early in the ploy. It would take time to build up to the status of a proper male, as for now? She just needed to be passable, and sign her - his, rather - name upon these forms.

“Alexander Strider,” written time and again upon sheet, after sheet, before soon enough she was restacking those papers and flopping them dumbly upon that tabletop by the door. Well, this would be quite the adventure, or so she thought. Her nose wrinkles, and the girl drops that sheet into place upon the small stack of others.

“I hope to see you in the morn, at training, Prince,” Alais calls out to the young man, half announcing her exit, and punctuating her sincere desire to be a part of his army.