Stoatorian Guard Open Barracks/Imperial Condos Hurrah For The Stoaties!

[Dorian Bloomsbury Esq.]

Never mind the drizzle over Bouillabaisse, in the mind of one of its newest intended citizens it was a jolly sunny afternoon. The time had come for a fresh start, a chance to prove one’s mettle. Dressed as smartly and practically as he could manage with his limited wardrobe, a dress shirt (with only a few holes in) above tight leggings, the lanky hare marched up to what he hoped was the right office to approach at the Ministry of War. He ignored the distant cursing of beggars he had accidentally trampled in his hurry to get here before the day had worn on too long and rapped at the door.

“I say, chaps! Won’t you let a fellow in? Reporting for duty, sahs! Never seen a finer recruit than me, you’ll hardly believe your peepers, wot wot! Hallooooo?”​

 

[Eirene Liu]

The door creaked open, and a rather bemused sable ferret in the uniform of the Stoatorian Guard, helmet tucked under one arm and halberd slung across her back, looked out on the hare. "Well, dis is new," she remarked, her voice colored by a Hanshiman accent. "I heared dat de woodlanders live here now, but you are de first I see come to serve de Imperium." She gave a small, nonchalant shrug. "Come on in," she invited, stepping back a pace. "I'm sure dere is a job for you we can find."

 

[Dorian Bloomsbury Esq.]

Delivering a salute to his forehead with such voracity he near concussed himself, Dorian straightened up before the ferret.

"Capital, marm! I look forward to showing just how much we woodlanders are worth our salt! Much, much obliged."

He strode in with only a slight trip over his footpaws, beaming and full of curiosity.