Hijinks in towerofanimus

[marchwarden]

You there, scribe. May I ask what's the point of such perversions as of late?

I see no reason as of why you would willing break our oath and force me into a situation for which I honesty show no interested in. Such petty romances are best suited for "humans", don't you agree?

No? Well then, we'll certainly be at odds. As much as it amuses you to play "matchmaker", shall I confess here and now that I wish not to play in such meaningless games?

No, I am not shy! Nor am I timid, woman. Stop imploring that I am, you'll ruin my good name.

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[fatherssins]

You do not desire companionship?

[marchwarden]

No, it's not that!

[ Give him a moment to collect his thoughts. The marchwarden is a tad frazzled today. ]

I simply wish for her not to play such a role in this. Let my decision be my own as long as this involves me.

[fatherssins]

Love will always finally rest with you, no one could change that decision.

[ He seems forlorn, as if something in the distance had caught his eye ]

[marchwarden]

Aye, but I rather deal with such matters myself. I don't desire this harpy to play the role of Varda!

[ A deep sigh escapes him as he quietly laments over his fate. However, once he notices that the dhampir is in a foul mood, Haldir shows concern. ]

...Something troubles you.

[fatherssins]

I suppose she must care for you a great deal to want you to be happy with so many.

[ Alucard's expression softens slightly as he makes the effort to catch the Elf's gaze ]

I... think something might trouble me, but it would be unfair of me to burden it on you.

[marchwarden]

All this talk about "romance" nearly sickens me. I much rather deal with a dozen orcs than such...such...

[ A long heavy sigh is heard. ]

Oh? Such talk might not be well suited here. These scribes are quite sly, they'll use your words against you.

[fatherssins]

There is nothing left of me to use.

[ And he suddenly realises how loaded those words are and manages a pleasant, if somewhat broken, smile ]

You're quite right though, I won't air my feelings so openly.

[marchwarden]

[ A look of worry lingers in his gaze as he regards Alucard. ]

My dearest friend, you look quite...distraught. I truly worry for you.

[fatherssins]

Haldir, [ Alucard speaks with an ageless, furrowed brow ] I would never want you to worry for me, I am not worthy of such.

[bewareofdog]

Sounds like someone bein' a delicate, shy flower about their mun wantin' them to get some lovin'.

[marchwarden]

Mind your business, mongrel. This has nothing to do with you.

[bewareofdog]

I'm bein' supportive. Of your writer.

[marchwarden]

Do not give her anymore reason to continue with this farce!

[bewareofdog]

Haw?

What's wrong with it?

[marchwarden]

Everything. Can you not see this?

[bewareofdog]

I don't really care.

Heart wants what the heart wants and all that sappy shit.

[marchwarden]

[ A pause ]

...Bah! You and the scribe both deserve each other for all I care. Soon the two of you will be plotting my fate with maniacal laughter.

[bewareofdog]

I haven't been told much about it, but I can laugh for ya.

[marchwarden]

This is no laughing matter, Majima.

[Yes, it is.]

[bewareofdog]

Eh?

Why's that?

[marchwarden]

I refuse to go into details about this, but I highly doubt I'm worth the endeavor.

[bewareofdog]

Haw? Not worthy of fallin' in love?

[marchwarden]

No, did I say that? I certainly didn't. I just don't believe I would...do well in that sort of situation.

[bewareofdog]

That right?

I don't think I would, either. I ain't plannin' on leavin' people behind. I don't like that idea. Ain't fond of it. Connections like that leave people behind if ya die, ya know.

[marchwarden]

I certainly don't have to worry about that considering--

[ He sighs. ]

....Considering I've already rejoined my fallen comrades within the Halls of Mandos.

[bewareofdog]

Already dead, huh?

Didn't leave anyone behind?

[marchwarden]

Besides both my brothers and my former title, I think nothing else...

[bewareofdog]

Well, family generally knows that yer gonna die if yer a warrior. That's the world you live in, too, right?

Then, that's a good way to go.

[marchwarden]

Yes but still, I cannot help but feel as if I squandered some of my existence pursuing what I deemed to be my only reason of being.

[bewareofdog]

Haw?

[marchwarden]

Two thousand years passed by the time I found myself at the end of an Uruk-Hai's blade. Two thousand years passed and I didn't have much to show for it.

[bewareofdog]

Don't thinks yer brothers or the men that ya lead would think the same. Have a little more pride about what ya did. Or are you suddenly becomin' some ball-less wonder 'cause ya died?

[marchwarden]

...The urge to run you through with my sword rises with every conversation we have.

[bewareofdog]

Which means I'm right.

[marchwarden]

No, you're not! I DO have pride, you tactless mongrel! I'm certain that even after my death, my men still revere me as their one and only leader. They would never fail me or scorn my legacy with failure.

They know better than to ever tarnish the good name of our battalion.

So take those words back!

[bewareofdog]

So now yer aware of what ya left behind. Better than any heir. It's a legacy.

Right?

[marchwarden]

...

[ He stares at Majima in complete shock. ]

...Right.

[bewareofdog]

So, that's that, then.

[marchwarden]

[ A faint smile appears on his lips. ]

Certainly seems that way.

[bewareofdog]

Right, right.

That's what I'm leavin' behind, too!

[marchwarden]

Judging by all the good your friend said about you, one can assume you've already have.

[bewareofdog]

Eh...

They need to keep their mouths shut.