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[dravanicide]

@Estibien

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@joacin; text; evening 136

[haillenarte]

[after a long day of doing... whatever it is that great azure dragoons do, getting an unsolicited text from "lord joacin" is probably the last thing estinien wants on his plate. francel's well aware of this, but he's here to nag anyway.]

Good evening, Ser Estinien. How have you fared?

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[This is... unexpected, to say the least. Go figure that a member of high society would try to be social with him, same song and dance as always. At least there's more of an excuse for Francel here than there ever was for the other nobles who had tried to be friendly with him.

None of this is politically charged. He won't reply with text, because he hates typing more than he hates using this thing in general.]

I have fared just as well as I did the day previous. 'Tis more likely I shall die of boredom than any of these fabled monsters, nor the cold for that matter.

I assume the same for you, then? Considering naught is stopping you from bothering me.

[haillenarte]

oh
I am quite well, and have found comfortable accommodations in which to stay the night.
but there seems to be a howling outside
merely the wind, I would assume

[...is that why he's talking to estinien?]

Have you had dinner yet, I wonder? Or have you chosen to ration your meals?

[...that's definitely why he's talking to estinien.]

@joacin; text; evening 137

[haillenarte]

[it's the same as yesterday — a few minutes after lockdown sets in, estinien's tablet will receive another happy little message from the unhappy little lordling. it's brief and unspecific and not at all to the point, or even any point:]

Hello, Ser Estinien. How was your day?

[...is francel going to message estinien every night?]

@estibien; audio

[dravanicide]

[He almost ignores it once he notices who it's from. He just isn't one for idle chatter. And while he doesn't ignore it, he certainly doesn't answer in a hurry.

He's busy messing with some wood and scraps of metal, but after a few moments, he takes a break because for it to be fashioned into anything of use, he'll need rope of some sort.

When he speaks, he doesn't even try to hide his annoyed tone.]

Uneventful. Is there aught you need, Lord Joacin?

[He has not forgotten that rabbit, either.]

[haillenarte]

[estinien's response, when it finally comes, is a relief.]

i seem to be locked in a cellar

[and it's dark and spacious and there are boxes he doesn't know if he's allowed to open, or what he will find in them, and the truth is that he's scared (and it would be nice to talk to haurchefant, but he doesn't know that he can listen to haurchefant's voice again without crying) — so hearing estinien's gruff voice over the tablet helps. francel tries to think of better things.]

It reminds me of my own Skyfire Locks, I suppose.
And thinking of Ishgard, my thoughts naturally turned towards you.
How goes your search for weaponry?

@captaininvincible; text; Day 141

[notaquaman]

THIS EMAIL IS CURSED!!! BY OPENING IT YOU ARE NOW ALSO CURSED!!!

The curse has downloaded itself to your tablet, and soon it will change you too. In the end, this is what happened to the previous victims that the Admin brought to Norfinbury...true story, they were all turned into anomalies by the cursed force inside their tablets...! The only way to stop the curse from taking you over and causing you to wander in the snow forever is if you forward this email to five people within the next hour. Will you break the curse, or will you be doomed to wander as a mindless hungry monster until the end of time?!

THE CLOCK IS TICKING...

@jwatson; text; Night 150

[jumpthegun]

[He's had some time to stew over the conversations with Luna, talked to Rhys. He'd advised Rhys not to pick fights with men like Estinien, but John isn't Rhys. He can do this better. And it's important that the Elezen know that threatening Luna is not okay or going to be tolerated.]

Mr. Estinien, this is Dr. Watson. Would you have a moment to discuss something?

@estibien; voice

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Aye. What is it?

[He doesn't really recognize the name, mainly because he doesn't care to memorize names that have yet to hold any importance to him.]

[jumpthegun]

I'm sorry for the text. I'm with some other people and I'd rather not disturb them.

[Or have Alfie overhear any of this.]

I wanted to apologize on behalf of Rhys and Angel for the whole debacle they had with you. They can be hard-headed, especially when they're trying to defend people they count as friends. They shouldn't have taken the tack they did with you because it seems like what was a misunderstanding blew up into something that's a problem now, for them, for you, and for other people.

@ordo, text, Night 173 (after the admin notice)

[hangfire]

[Might as well leave this as simple as possible for the time being.]

there are eight days of rations for your group right before the passageway in the museum

turn left and youll find it four paintings down against the wall

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[dravanicide]

How generous. Here I would think you above aiding those of my ilk.

[hangfire]

save your breath

even scum shouldnt be bound to starvation




speak to doctor house if you want to drip thanks for generosity

i was an available body and nothing else

@joacin; action; day 196

[haillenarte]

[it's too loud.

that's all that francel can think as he sits in a clean corner of building 222, the shattered-glass apartment. while estinien and aymeric are busy enjoying their new animal companions, and haurchefant admires his new leather collar, francel has set his copy of the enchiridion in his lap and is sitting very still and quiet in one corner. something about being lost in the maze hasn't left him. he pictures it again. that hellish white landscape; the twisting corridors; lutha spitting at his feet. he was scared. alone. fragile. helpless.

they were right about me, he thinks, and when he tries to put a face to the word they he finds himself unable.

there's a strand of hair in front of him, but somehow even the compulsion to pick that up doesn't move francel from his seat. it could be one of estinien's hairs, but it might also be from the long tail of aymeric's cat. it's not worth moving over. his thoughts are in total disarray.

for some reason, all he can think of as his fingers reach for a shard of glass on the ground is i wonder if anyone will notice.]

[dravanicide]

[Francel is not alone with such thoughts of the white maze they had all been lost within. Estinien proved himself as stoic as ever, even if his mind has been busy with such an abstract experience. It helps even less that at the end he would get this karakul. The one that is presently besides him, unwilling to leave his side.

Estinien attempts to not acknowledge it while the others are looking, but it's not so easily accomplished with their numbers. In one such attempt, his eyes wander to the youngest of their group—the young lord who has found himself a corner to brood in. The sight alone is enough to irritate him, but when he sees him reach for a shard of glass.

Curious, he thinks idly to himself, before he approaches him, the karakul close at his heels.]

Looking to arm yourself?

[It's stated more than asked, but the way he looks Francel over does not lend itself to believing the answer to his question is yes.]

[haillenarte]

...I was just thinking about the fragility of glass.

[he lifts the shard of glass up and attempts to hold it to the nearest light source, but it's rather evenly dark in the building, and there's nothing that could illuminate the piece.]

Things that are broken have such little use... no, perhaps this never had any use at all.

action; evening 205

[heiresy]

[Aymeric approaches, not particularly attempting to be stealthy. It's probably best to warn of himself, anyway.

There was a lot unsaid between them by now. Much more personal than they were used to. It was driving him insane to not address it. The boredom and the drudgery only highlighted this.

He falls short of saying what he wants to. Estinien preferred to cut to the chase, but with something of this nature?]

Have you discovered the trick to the machine yet?

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Aye.

[It was a brisk response, perhaps one more brisk than he normally gave—which to any familiar with the dragoon would say was quite the feat—but it was merely a moment later that he punches right through the glass with his gauntlet-clad fist. Quite the trick indeed.

As he pulled his hand back, he was sure to break more of the glass, but careful not to cut himself in the process, for there were indeed parts of his arms not covered by his armor.

With a handful of appropriate vending machine snackage, he turned to Aymeric, offering him a handful of the unfamiliar rations.]

Here.

[Clearly, he has little intent in showing that he's certain the other man's mind was busy with his own public confession. Truth be told, Estinien scarcely wished to bothered with such details, but he knew how Aymeric worked. It was only in due time he'd have to face it.]

[heiresy]

My thanks, friend. [he gave one of his usual handsome smiles. He had given Estinien thousands of them by now. But something else lurked under them now. Whether it was truthful understanding of his own feelings, he wasn't sure, but he knew that speaking with Estinien would clear it for him.

He took a couple packages of cookies and something proclaiming itself to be a "fruit snack"]

I had hoped that we might settle privately from our friends tonight, that we may speak with one another. We have little else to do in the hours ahead of us as it is.

night 213; @guardian; text;

[phaseshifter]

Dude I want to tank you. Genuinely.
For typoing yoru name when you first got here. It makes me smile EVERY TIME I see it because it's so doofy!!!
And so good for nicknames
Stibs
Steeeeeeeeeebs
Chibi Stibbie THAT ONE IS CUTE

[ drunk angel drUNK ANGEL ]

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[dravanicide]

[It takes him a moment to reply, because what the hell Angel. He almost ignores it outright, but then he can't help himself.]

'Twould appear the fair maiden is well into her cups. I wager you've never sipped ale ere this evening?

[phaseshifter]

DUBE of course I haven't. What do you think I am, sobebnbody who ever had automatony??
*Autonomy
*both

Also it was bourbon.

 

 

Also also I forgot "establ"e that'santher good one
stubby
table

night 213 - @dickcheese, text

[headjacked]

SUP DIRIGIBLee
I was wondering how that thing went with they guy
the guy with thte crush that guy.

How miuch is he regretting everything.

voice;

[dravanicide]

[O' Halone. The other idiot has emerged. And what a thing to ask about. It's pretty obvious he's none too appreciative about the question, with how his voice is firm, flat, and quit obviously filled with irritation.]

I see little and less how that concerns you. If you truly wish to know, ask him yourself.

[A pause, before adding:]

Somehow 'tis little surprise that neither of you can hold your liquor. Naught but children.

voice;

[headjacked]

He told me before he told you. That's a -- a thing. So I got concern-ed. Aaaaand we can totally hold the liquor, because neither of us puked yet. Shows how much YOU know!!

[ Out of sight, Dumpy screams in agreement, or. Something. ]