[Fishing his hand around in the hat where they threw all their ideas, Benedict glances between Lazar and Bastien, an edge of worry in his tone.]
--and if someone identifies me at the party, we'll need to get out quickly. We probably won't have much time.
[He draws a lot and immediately makes a face at its contents. A moment later, his expression shifts, a pensiveness overtaking him.]
--and if someone identifies me at the party, we'll need to get out quickly. We probably won't have much time.
[He draws a lot and immediately makes a face at its contents. A moment later, his expression shifts, a pensiveness overtaking him.]
You get the horse suit?
[ he's taking this all extremely seriously. ]
[ he's taking this all extremely seriously. ]
It's not-- [he begins to argue, but balks, beginning to fold up the entry he actually drew.]
I'll pick a different one.
I'll pick a different one.
Only the back half -
[ over benedict's shoulder, where he's reached to yoink that slip of page. fingerwork's flashier than it needs to be when he tosses it for bastien to read. whichever one he drew, they're committed now. ]
We gonna need anything for the other guy?
[ front half of a horse suit? ]
[ over benedict's shoulder, where he's reached to yoink that slip of page. fingerwork's flashier than it needs to be when he tosses it for bastien to read. whichever one he drew, they're committed now. ]
We gonna need anything for the other guy?
[ front half of a horse suit? ]
[ Bastien catches it between two fingers and considers it. Answer to the question first: ]
It can't hurt. Something loose enough it won't matter what size he is when we get there. [ He passes the chosen slip of paper back to Benedict with a quieter, ] Byerly has somethings you could borrow.
It can't hurt. Something loose enough it won't matter what size he is when we get there. [ He passes the chosen slip of paper back to Benedict with a quieter, ] Byerly has somethings you could borrow.
[The look Bastien receives is one of deep trepidation as Benedict braces himself for mockery-- and none occurs, which leaves him nodding confusedly when Bastien leans in.]
Somehow that doesn't surprise me, [he remarks, not unkindly,]
-- and he might come willingly.
Somehow that doesn't surprise me, [he remarks, not unkindly,]
-- and he might come willingly.
unless im misremembering the accent thing mj in which case i will edit this
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2024-06-13 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
Alright. Something for the road, then. Throw it on over whatever flash Vint shite.
[ scratching idly at his jaw. benedict's being weird about the pull, but hell, what isn't the kid weird about. ]
Why've we got an Orlesian there?
[ so he can play along. bastien does a lot of things: accents aren't one. ]
[ scratching idly at his jaw. benedict's being weird about the pull, but hell, what isn't the kid weird about. ]
Why've we got an Orlesian there?
[ so he can play along. bastien does a lot of things: accents aren't one. ]
When in doubt, you could be mute, [Benedict offers, then halts apologetically,]
...it's. Not unprecedented.
[He awkwardly tucks a strand of hair behind one ear.]
Will we have somewhere to prepare?
...it's. Not unprecedented.
[He awkwardly tucks a strand of hair behind one ear.]
Will we have somewhere to prepare?
Inquisition's scoped a basement near the gates. Inn they used before. 'S valley-side - not like Darktown, won't look you're slumming it.
[ just eager to get from a journey. they're coming in from the west, cut around through what was nevarran territory. nessum's focus will be on the march massing directly south, and the refugees that presage it; grab only the wrong attention if they go direct. the way back is,
maybe shorter. he shrugs: ]
Big dumb Ander. Guard writes itself.
[ just eager to get from a journey. they're coming in from the west, cut around through what was nevarran territory. nessum's focus will be on the march massing directly south, and the refugees that presage it; grab only the wrong attention if they go direct. the way back is,
maybe shorter. he shrugs: ]
Big dumb Ander. Guard writes itself.
You're not dumb,
[ both offhand and sincere, and not a disagreement with the plan besides. Guard. Check. ]
We should get there a day before if we can. We will need a plan in case it starts to look a trap or things go sideways. Unless either of you know the city well enough to draw me a map and swear on my life, [ get it, ] that it's accurate.
[ both offhand and sincere, and not a disagreement with the plan besides. Guard. Check. ]
We should get there a day before if we can. We will need a plan in case it starts to look a trap or things go sideways. Unless either of you know the city well enough to draw me a map and swear on my life, [ get it, ] that it's accurate.
( when bastien arrives at the shared office, petrana has her back to the door— it looks suspiciously as if she is rifling through his new desk, which technically speaking is in fact precisely what is happening, but, )
Ah, ( a little rueful, but not much abashed, as she turns, clutching a half-drunk bottle of brandy and several small pouches, ) monsieur. My apologies,
( prettily and unhesitatingly given, )
I had thought to be done with it before you should join me. Mssr Silver did not have much use for our shared space— I grew into a habit of expanding into his.
( and if it piques her to have had no word of him, if she had delayed clearing those things out for so long as if to do so might deny the fact of its necessity, as if she might pretend to herself that he had given no word because there was no word to give and he will return with smooth apology and take up his position and she will feel less alone,
she shows none of it, or at least little. bustles to her own side of the office with her prizes, setting them down at the corner of her desk where vysvolod raises his head from the floor to see if anything in her hands interests him, and lowering it again when it doesn't. )
Ah, ( a little rueful, but not much abashed, as she turns, clutching a half-drunk bottle of brandy and several small pouches, ) monsieur. My apologies,
( prettily and unhesitatingly given, )
I had thought to be done with it before you should join me. Mssr Silver did not have much use for our shared space— I grew into a habit of expanding into his.
( and if it piques her to have had no word of him, if she had delayed clearing those things out for so long as if to do so might deny the fact of its necessity, as if she might pretend to herself that he had given no word because there was no word to give and he will return with smooth apology and take up his position and she will feel less alone,
she shows none of it, or at least little. bustles to her own side of the office with her prizes, setting them down at the corner of her desk where vysvolod raises his head from the floor to see if anything in her hands interests him, and lowering it again when it doesn't. )
[ Bastien is less pretty for both the obvious, usual reasons and because he's climbed the stairs with both arms and a bulging shoulder-slung bag laden with papers and supplies and has been left lightly sweaty, with a few erstwhile curls of hair bending out of position and no free hand to force them back.
But he smiles easily, and he moves like he's not particularly overburned. He bends his knees and ducks his head, the faint whispered suggestion of a greeting bow, on his way to deposit his armfuls on top of the desk. ]
It's not a problem. If you need more room, I'm sure we can figure something out.
[ He glances around the room while he ducks his head out of the strap on his bag. ]
And don't worry, I'm not bringing the press. Even if we could squeeze it in, I would not make you suffer the smell.
But he smiles easily, and he moves like he's not particularly overburned. He bends his knees and ducks his head, the faint whispered suggestion of a greeting bow, on his way to deposit his armfuls on top of the desk. ]
It's not a problem. If you need more room, I'm sure we can figure something out.
[ He glances around the room while he ducks his head out of the strap on his bag. ]
And don't worry, I'm not bringing the press. Even if we could squeeze it in, I would not make you suffer the smell.
( it is with a certain degree of ruefulness that she wiggles the bottle of amber liquid that she had a moment before set down: ) I would not presume to encroach upon you, particularly with such consideration being given to our senses.
( she has no idea what a printing press smells like, and is perfectly happy to take his word for it that she had rather not find out. though it does remind her of a thought she has had more than once: how useful to know a man with a printing press. that she has not yet had any use for it, in particular, makes that no less the case.
she settles into her desk chair, )
It will only be an adjustment to share our office with one who uses an office.
( which just sounds: true, not pointed. that she neglects to welcome him in specific is less that he is not welcome, and more a disinclination to frame his taking up his official space as something she has graciously shared with him. )
( she has no idea what a printing press smells like, and is perfectly happy to take his word for it that she had rather not find out. though it does remind her of a thought she has had more than once: how useful to know a man with a printing press. that she has not yet had any use for it, in particular, makes that no less the case.
she settles into her desk chair, )
It will only be an adjustment to share our office with one who uses an office.
( which just sounds: true, not pointed. that she neglects to welcome him in specific is less that he is not welcome, and more a disinclination to frame his taking up his official space as something she has graciously shared with him. )
Edited (words) 2024-06-29 06:11 (UTC)
My dear Bastien,
[let's pretend I didn't have a total meltdown in front of you and we're just cheerful jokey pals who can flirt in a friendly heterosexual kind of way,]
I wonder if I might ask your help with something.
[let's pretend I didn't have a total meltdown in front of you and we're just cheerful jokey pals who can flirt in a friendly heterosexual kind of way,]
I wonder if I might ask your help with something.
Edited 2024-07-04 04:09 (UTC)
If I were to create a guide of sorts, on how to operate and maintain our siege weapons-- is that something you could reproduce with your press?
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