corruptedsave: (Unmoved)
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[Sure they could say something about the whole big things that happened recently, or how they feel about the now too crowded Inn. Which they are annoyed by, which may just show in their expression, but that's not why they are addressing the network this day-night-whatever.]

So like, how'd you come up with a name for your familiar? I was going to name it after someone I know, but they kind of showed up here so that makes that name off-limits...

[They make a popping sound with their mouth before continuing.]

In fact a lot of names I've thought of could be like, someone who could show up here, so again like. How'd you name your familiar?
leitstern: (Crestfallen)
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Hmph! Titles here are worthless. Futile, trivial words scrawled on parchment. Merely thinking of them insults me.

[Granted, he needs little provocation to feel insulted.]

Why do you regard their distinction as an accolade worthy of merit?

It has been most instructive as to the nature of your kind that you salivate like mongrels and chase subordination and not independence.

[There is an embittered sigh.]

Do you not entertain any notion of loyalty to your native land? Your eager willingness to chase glory is abominable. Hm. It is useless. You should close your mouths and remember where you come from.
leitstern: (Vow)
[personal profile] leitstern
People of Avalon, I approach you with a conundrum.

[Five seconds pass until he remembers what he wants to say. Ten seconds elapse before he remembers how to talk. He leans backwards and stares at the ceiling. The drag on his voice feels like a lump in his throat, forcing him to squeeze out word after word.]

My compatriot and I have reached an impasse and it is my avowed hope you can break the deadlock. He is... refuting the evident need for a new byname for the network. I maintain his favoured sobriquet is suitable only to be laughed at.

[A breather. He loosens his tie and begins counting. Eight seconds, no more.]

I want you to advise him to cease being stubborn and listen to his old friend. It would be for his own good.

[The mic is left running as he stands up and stumbles offscreen. His words continue dragging on at a crawl.]

Obsidian36 is truly undignified and improper, Hendrik. Believe me, nobody would suspect you of being a horse.
feisticuffs: (073)
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[It's not often that Jade makes use of the network herself, preferring to respond to others, and she's been as preoccupied by the trials as many others have this past week. Even so, something troubling has come to her attention, and she would rather not sit and wonder and worry needlessly, if it indeed ends up being needless.]

I realize there's a great deal going on right now, and so I'll make this brief.

[Her tone is careful and refined, but there's certainly worry beneath all of that, thinly-veiled.]

Has anyone seen or heard from Dimitri recently? Even amidst the trials and current situation with Celliwig, it's unlike him to miss training or go silent.

[At least in her experience. She knows enough about his previous ghosting act to know that this doesn't feel right. If something has gone wrong, he can certainly take care of himself, but that doesn't keep concern from mounting.]

I know he has acquaintances here. If you hear anything, I would greatly appreciate if you would let me know.

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Feb. 12th, 2021 05:35 am
leitstern: (Homesick)
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Travel is good for the soul, I hear.

But why?

When I was only twelve I was bestowed by the good grace of my sire an education in a delightful city thousands of miles from home. Dare I have a pleasant outing, you ask? The majesty of the finest library in the world seldom shielded me from the opposite of being in heaven; nursing frostbitten fingers and sleeping alone in the dark.

No, travel is the most dreadful punishment. For the fiercest soul is made to pine for the comforts of home. Where one is free to laugh and stroll amongst friends.

… I miss mine dearly.

Forgive me for occupying your valuable time with my musing but I must ask:

Do any of you pine for your world left behind? Is home something you miss?


[Do you feel homesick, Avalon?]