"Tea Time" was Ruined!

[lastmessiah]

Goodness gracious!

What in the world possessed you to drag me out in the middle of the day? I'll have you know that I was enjoying my tea before you came barreling towards me. Not only did you ruin my mood with your childish antics, but you've managed to ruin a freshly brewed pot of Earl Grey tea. I was just seconds away from savoring the distinctive flavour and aroma of bergamot orange until you knocked the pot over announcing your return.

My dear, you are as uncouth as that little gutter churl Yuri. The two of you must be related somehow, especially considering you're nearly as uneducated as him! Now, if you don't mind, I would like to return to my studies and ignore your existence for the remainder of the day.

I believe we're done here.

Comments

[simplethankyou]

You remind me of an acquaintance of mine. I think acquaintance is the right word seeing that he is not a friend nor foe. Or he could be both or either. Depending on his mood.

[lastmessiah]

Then you certainly used the right word to describe this "acquaintance" of yours. Although, I'll do admit I probably don't seem very friendly after this little rant of mine.

I'm honestly not this moody, usually.

[simplethankyou]

Neither is he.

Though you might find him of use, you see, he is stuck at six o'clock sharp. It's always tea time and always time for tea. Therefore tea time cannot be ruined.

[lastmessiah]

What a clever thought!

I take it that the friend you mentioned is none other than the "Mad Hatter" himself, correct? While I'm quite hesitant to see any similarities between the Mad Hatter and I; I must admit that I'm quite fond of his appreciation for tea.

Now only if I could get my wretched mundane to be just as appreciative as he.

[simplethankyou]

Well you know of him then.

And he appreciates tea a great deal. Even if it leads to his death. Nothing will ever ruin tea time for him and his guests.

[mountain_sage]

Please calm yourself. One little interruption won't hurt. You can always return to tea time anytime.

o/ hii~

[lastmessiah]

Oh, hello, Saleh.

Fancy seeing you here, but now it is not the time for your needless sermons.

[mountain_sage]

Nor is it time for any needless temper tantrums.

[lastmessiah]

Under normal circumstances I would gladly tolerate your words of wisdom but as of now, I much rather not. Especially considering I see why mundane has so eagerly thrust me into this den of woe.

[ A deep sigh escapes him.]

Honestly, I rather not speak with one of Rasputin's dogs now...

[ex_glorification114]

I wonder if I had anything to do with you missing your precious tea time, Cardinal.

Ah, Cardinal. I suppose that isn't really an apt title for you anymore, is it? Traitor and blasphemer seem like far suitable for one such as yourself, would you not agree?

[lastmessiah]

Excuse me?

I certainly do not believe we've met and even if we had, you would be quite forgettable. Then again, I see no need to explain my intentions to a Sapientes Gladio dog.

[ex_glorification114]

No, we have not met.

Your head was one that I wished to present to the Vatican for all your traitorous actions, but you escaped. Lucky that... the hare was able to hide away in its little hole known now as a grave.

[lastmessiah]

My, my. I have never met someone as rude as you, noble hound.

Shall the hare put you out of your misery here and now? I see no need for me to waste words with one of Rasputin's men. I know the truth, hound.

[periapt]

Sheesh. No hello just straight for the insults huh. I see how it is, old timer.

[lastmessiah]

...Yuri?

[ A slight smirk settled on the old cardinal's face. ]

Look who've decided to pay me a visit today. I never thought I would be graced by your presence again, rude hero.

[periapt]

I'm just full of surprises.

Besides, I couldn't resist popping in to say hello with you out in the open like this.

[lastmessiah]

Much to my displeasure it seems I have no choice but to stomach you and Nicolai both.

[ Dramatic sigh inserted here. ]

Although, I do admit I prefer you over that pompous child.

I have no Shadow Hearts characters but aaah I love the series so much anyway

[kingunmaker]

Goodness... while I cannot say I am familiar with the brand, I do know this much- wasting a good pot of tea is an inexcusable offence. Please, good sir- allow me to compensate you for your loss somehow. The variety of blends at my disposal is not what it used to be, but in a place like this even counts and gentlemen are made into beggars, and beggars can't be choosers.

<3 You are still loved by me for knowing this series!

[lastmessiah]

Good sir, you have won my deepest appreciation by such an honorable gesture! I cannot say I'll be fond of the blends you have at your disposal, but I'm certainly touched by the gesture.

Therefore, feel free to recommend your best to me.

I came for the demon-transforming protag and stayed for the awesome villains... and Roger Bacon.

[kingunmaker]

But of course.

[Duphaston snaps his fingers, and is suddenly joined by... this fuzzy little thing.]

Sredro ruoy s'tahw-w, Count?

Fetch my tea-collection, ask the large Bear-man which is which so that you do not mistake them for spices or some other concoction.

[The fuzzy little thing scurries off as soon as it's legs can go, and then returns with a bag full of cans containing various tea-sorts.]

Now... most blends I have are rather strong, I'm afraid. My fair Isapolis has unfortunately become surrounded by a veritable warzone as of late, so our imports have run dry. Local sorts are what is left, and while Besek is a fair land it is also one of harsh climates and hardy herbs. The taste is thus what one can expect.

Sounds like my reason~

[lastmessiah]

[ He couldn't help but arch his brow once the little hamster-like creature appeared before him. ]

Now what in the world is that?

[ That small furry creature looks like a hamster crossed with a gerbil or guinea pig. It's rather cute in Albert's opinion, but he'll never admit that. ]

I'm willing to try almost anything as long as it's well-made. Therefore, I'm game.

[exorcizing]

Another pot can always be brewed, Cardinal. [Alice can understand his upset, and while she holds no real fondness in her heart for him, his days could grow increasingly worse if he continued to insult his writer.]

[lastmessiah]

Hm? Sister Elliot? Fancy seeing you here!

[ Whoa! Isn't she supposed to be dead? Well, the same could be said about him too, right? Oh well. ]

That much is true, but I must say I'm more disappointed by my mundane's lack of manners other than my spilled pot of tea.

[exorcizing]

People do tend to forget their manners when excited. [Alice herself has fallen victim to it, though be certain she mumbled an apology, thoroughly embarrassed.] Perhaps that was the case?

[lastmessiah]

More than likely considering that the little pest is contemplating sending me somewhere at long last.