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dear_mun2015-02-19 11:56 pm
dimidiation) wrote in dear_mun2015-02-19 11:56 pm
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ishgardians?
Hmm, you are quick.
Not that haste is widely regarded as a fool's labour, though perhaps you are crossing unto speed. Perchance the addendum of naught wasting time more keenly than looking to save time should apply to this one of your endeavours in particular.
Now, now. There is little need to fret. I am content enough, as are you.
Shall we?
Not that haste is widely regarded as a fool's labour, though perhaps you are crossing unto speed. Perchance the addendum of naught wasting time more keenly than looking to save time should apply to this one of your endeavours in particular.
Now, now. There is little need to fret. I am content enough, as are you.
Shall we?
filthy ishgardians. disgusting ones
AKA aaayyyyyy Aymeric. Friend. Buddy. Guy who will not divulge certain frippery-related secrets. Mate. Yep.]
Ser Aymeric, it seems that we are both being hauled onwards to adventure; even if it seems ill-advised, such enthusiasm can only be borne of passion. [For fuck's sake--]
At any rate, it could not hurt either you or myself to perhaps take a small break for our own health and wellbeing; as long as we are to receive three square meals a day and suitable activity so as not to fall out of practice when we return back to our duties, I daresay a harmless diversion wouldn't hurt overmuch!
POINTY GLORIOUS HOT ISHGARDIANS
Perhaps. And while passion may be quite suited toward knights upon the battlefield, I am afraid it ill befits her. Especially given her intention and the fact some of the finer details of my past are unknown to her.
[And a short laugh.] My, my. Three square meals perchance would be three times what the brave men and women upon the frontlines could even dream of per day. [There's some amusement in his voice...] Lord Fortemps. To even dream of consuming such while your knights slaughter their own karakul is...
...amusing.
WITH LUXURIOUS HAIR AND HIGH CHEEKBONES
It fucking better you carrot-nosed son of a bitch I meanHAHA. Yes. Of course he's excited about the prospect of adventure. Why wouldn't he be? That's just normal, totally normal.]A pain I know full well, but it cannot do any harm to indulge some eccentricities; such things are, as they say, the spice of life. Perhaps outlining the parts that she does not know in full would be of great assistance, so that you may better bond with each other? If you find the time, of--
[WOW. WOW. HOW ELSE DO YOU EXPLAIN ALL OF THE SOLDIERS DOING SQUATS AROUND CAMP DRAGONHEAD. Rude as fuck, but that doesn't mean he's not still the tiniest bit flustered at such implications.]
I find it to be the least that we who are not at the forefront of the war can do as support; keeping in fine shape and ensuring that our bodies-- and minds, of course-- are prepared to take arms and join them, instead of withering away in poor spirits. And I aim to lead by example, which is why I eat as any soldier does, and engage in training with them where it is possible! [Which is why he eats so fucking much goddamn]
FUCKYES MAN. FUCKING YES.
[ smiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirk. ]
Alas, I do not feel confidence within the chance that delegated heads of this community or that community may be satisfied to indulge in my presence, be it as a matter of eccentricity or no. For after all, finding another single soul quite as inclined toward eccentricity as yourself, my Lord Fortemps, appears quite the impossible task.
[ on a more serious note. ]
No matter. I am quite content to wait until the drips and drabs of what has been supplied becomes usable. After all, it is all that can be done.
[And seriouser.]
... You should not undermine your House's efforts. For all of Ishgard's high Houses in kind move as per direction of the Holy See, and Camp Dragonhead in particular serves as a strategic outpost of great worth to our cause. Lest I forget, the protection of the Skyfire locks falls toward you, and you alone after the failings of House Haillenarte cost us the Steel Vigil.
what about the big dongs tho
Were that people were more open to the idea of working with a man of such obvious skill and dedication, then perhaps there would be no need for what I can assume has been quite the search for someone of, at least as you would see me, my calibre. At any rate, I do hear that such places are...Well, overrated seems quite the harsh term, even if it is word for word what I have been told. [BLEEEEAAAH] Perhaps you have merely been gifted with one of more maturity than mine?
[w o w Aymeric u a lil bitch don't talk shit about Francel he'll fucking cut u
ok no he won't, that whole thing was a giant fucking shemozzle and not even Francel's fault but still. Still, he can tighten his tone just a little for friendship's sake, can't he?]
Kind words, and glad I am that you would say them. All of Dragonhead works as one to see this war end to the See's satisfaction, and more besides...With any means possible, as it would seem is common knowledge, though it matters not who knows so long as no more is lost to the Horde. [L-like by hiring hot adventurers. Because they are capable. And also intensely attractive. But mostly capable.]
horsedongs, hauchefant. horsedongs.
Such comes with the aforementioned caveat. Unfortunately, until more is disclosed, at least in canon, about me -- the attempt of putting me somewhere shall surely not be entertained on anyone's part.
[Definitely not Francel's fault. Yet, it happened. His bannermen lost the stone vigil. The steel vigil was destroyed. His house barely escaped accusations of heresy, that is true enough, but disgrace? Inescapable, at least in the eyes of the See.
Yet he hears things. Of course he does. One of which was House Fortemps' aid in arguing the accusations of heresy. Fortemps' aid in taking down the false inquisitor. The fact the lord of that house itself actually fought in that battle.
He's half drowned by the memory of that -- and hearing Haurchefant repeat what's drilled into every good little Ishgardian boy. Thrilling. Wonderful. ...And so dull when repeated by everyone around his encampment. But. Something in particular at least makes some life come back into his eyes.]
...Hm, yes. There is little use in giving our soldiers the "glorious deaths and honour to their families" conjecture of our scripture is so keen to thrust upon them. Intelligent tactical decision shall win us this war, naught else.
delicate features, giant horsedicks. praise be to halone
I'm sure this information will come, cannons or no, and you shall be given freedom to see the world! [Honestly if he were a lesser man, he'd be heavy breathing. THIS IS SO FUCKING COOL HELL YEAH MAN GETTING TO SEE PLACES WITHOUT HAVING TO THINK ABOUT THE PASSAGE OF TIME BACK HOME. Hell yes.
Boy, is he glad that no further mention of Haillenarte's failures have been brought up; it still sticks in his craw just a little, and he's well aware that he'd go pushing boundaries he damned well shouldn't if it'd keep Francel from throwing himself into The Pit Full Of Fucking Voidsent.
And that is not something he wishes to discuss with an Inquisitor of all people.] It would seem beyond my place to ask whose belief that is, given that it is so rare a sentiment. [But a welcome one all the same, and one that makes him relax a little. Personal issues aside, it's always a relief to be reminded of the fact that there's someone with a little more oomph behind them who dislikes seeing their soldiers become melted sardine cans.] It matters not, only that it exists; the dead, no matter how glorious their passing may have seemed to be, can do little to boost morale and fend off more attack.
Such observations are harmless when spoken in confidence, are they not? [Said with no small amount of defeat, of course; he's being very, very bold to even say such things, let alone to make assumptions of Aymeric that put both of them in a hard situation.]