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victory_road2022-03-25 08:50 pm
ourstosee) wrote in victory_road2022-03-25 08:50 pm
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[Since his arrival, Aymeric has made a point of mostly avoiding text-based communication. Aside from a brief moment in which he had been entirely unable to compose himself, he hasn't felt any need to attempt to navigate the strange new device. It's far easier to figure out the camera and talk into that, after all.
So maybe the post that appears is odd enough for that reason. But there's also the fact that the text itself is... Well, it's hardly becoming of the well-spoken, and well-mannered Lord Commander.]
Hail and well met, my dudes.
I have a confession for the masses collected on this Intertwined Web. I have spent the bulk of my last few days composing a collection of poems. Though the concept of confessing any ounce of feeling goes starkly against my moral code, I have deemed it inappropriate to continue to subject my buds to my unending pining.
And so I give you the product of many hours of work.
Oh baby my heart beats like a drum
Every time I touch your bum
I know my way with words is slick
Do you wanna come and touch mylksjdflksdlfkk -
[The key smash actually goes on for some time, before being interrupted by a series of what appears to be accidentally recorded audio clips. The noise can only be described as chaos as a man's voice, likely Aymeric's, attempts to command his Pokemon to do... something. The final piece of audio is at least relatively clear -- ]
Lucille, please. You may -- in the coming days-- assist me in this -
[This clip ends with a rather shrill screech, before it comes to an abrupt end. With it, the spammed messages also draws to a close, leaving Aymeric's feed almost unnervingly quiet considering the noise he'd only just kicked up.]
So maybe the post that appears is odd enough for that reason. But there's also the fact that the text itself is... Well, it's hardly becoming of the well-spoken, and well-mannered Lord Commander.]
Hail and well met, my dudes.
I have a confession for the masses collected on this Intertwined Web. I have spent the bulk of my last few days composing a collection of poems. Though the concept of confessing any ounce of feeling goes starkly against my moral code, I have deemed it inappropriate to continue to subject my buds to my unending pining.
And so I give you the product of many hours of work.
Oh baby my heart beats like a drum
Every time I touch your bum
I know my way with words is slick
Do you wanna come and touch mylksjdflksdlfkk -
[The key smash actually goes on for some time, before being interrupted by a series of what appears to be accidentally recorded audio clips. The noise can only be described as chaos as a man's voice, likely Aymeric's, attempts to command his Pokemon to do... something. The final piece of audio is at least relatively clear -- ]
Lucille, please. You may -- in the coming days-- assist me in this -
[This clip ends with a rather shrill screech, before it comes to an abrupt end. With it, the spammed messages also draws to a close, leaving Aymeric's feed almost unnervingly quiet considering the noise he'd only just kicked up.]
video;
[G'rhyf at least leaves Aymeric the dignity of not laughing out loud about this whole mess, but only barely.]
You may wish to store away anything else you may have written.
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Aymeric doesn't respond with video, because he will not allow anyone to see how beet red he's become. It's pretty obvious from the muffled sound of his voice, though, that he's clearly suffering.]
Prayers, please. Mayhap for a swift delivery unto Halone's halls?
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Come now, it's far too soon for that! Less so for your dignity, but at least no one of import has seen this!
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[It was two whole people, and one of them was Emet who arguably isn't a person.]
I suppose I should count my blessings. At least mine own misery has brought you some amount of joy?
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As if you wouldn't be teasing just as much were it myself on the receiving end. Or Estinien made to recite a sonnet for all to hear!
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'Tis different, when it is me that is the victim! [Another little chuckle.] Gods, I suspect that Estinien would be inconsolable, were he embarrassed in such a manner. No one would be spared his wrath.
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And even after that, he'd sulk for weeks! Grousing over the indignity of it all...
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[For all the teasing, there sure is a lot of affection in his voice. Totally normal.]