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[ourstosee]

[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.]

Comments

[amaure]

[Oh. Huh, that's...hilarious, actually.]

That certainly is one way to make a confession, though might I suggest attaching a name? Little does such courage amount to aught at all if the receiver goes unaware of such heartfelt and moving poetry.

[ourstosee]

[Aymeric's response is significantly delayed, all things considered. Eventually though -]

'Twas not for anyone.
Nor was it from me.
My poetry is far better composed and significantly less -

That is. I do not write poetry

[crystalmaster]

[Radley isn't crazy about the poetry, but he does snark at the opening greeting, as well as the idea that such a poem took hours to write! Somehow he isn't surprised at the key smash. The little fox has been caught, apparently!

He winces at the cacophony of sounds, and he does find the sudden silence to be rather eerie.]

... Hey, are you okay there, Buddy?

[amaure]

Oh, come now! There is naught to be ashamed of, writing poetry is a respectable and scholarly practice. Even I have written some from time to time.

Though, if you do write any at all, I should hope it is with skill a touch above what you have just shared.

[ourstosee]

If I had more than a mere passing interest in poetics you can be assured that it would be of greater quality than...
that.
At this point, I have a mind to issue a formal apology to every soul who had to bear witness to it.

[ourstosee]

[The silence stretches on for another handful of minutes. Finally, though:]

I am fine.
Perfectly fine.
Kindly forget anything you may have just read.

[crystalmaster]

[Radley will find it pretty hard to forget, but ...]

Oh good. Did you catch the Zorua?

[ourstosee]

Why would I attempt to catch something so keen on causing trouble for me?

[crystalmaster]

... Well, I didn't mean "catch" like to keep it, but just catch so it won't cause any more trouble.

[Sometimes it's hard to remember some terms will bring up much different connotations in this world.]

[ourstosee]

Then allow me to extend my apologies for the misunderstanding.
I did not catch it in either capacity. Merely managed to startle it back outside for the time being.

[crystalmaster]

Oh, that's okay. I should have phrased that better.

You'd better keep your doors locked, if you can.

[text]

[woofdad]

[Uh?? So this might not be THE most concerning thing Grant has seen-slash-heard on the network, but it is definitely not... ideal.]

Everything okay over there?

[ourstosee]

[Some several minutes later.]

I am fine.
And not a poet.
That kind of poet.
I am so sorry for whatever it is that you witnessed.

[woofdad]

[Ooooh. Oh, he sees.]

That's alright; I've seen worse from Pokemon getting hold of people's Gear.

...Assuming that's what that was. If not, my apologies.

[ourstosee]

It was not my Pokemon.
The creature not only appeared in my room, it decided to assume my visage.
And naturally post that... drivel to all who had the misfortune of being around to see it.

voice. @wild.flower

[hasitsthorns]

[ Oh. Oh, no, poor Aymeric. The post is funny but she laughs in the privacy of her own camp, thankfully, before answering. By then, concern definitely outweighs amusement just because of how quiet it'd gone. ]

Hey, dude- You alright? Figure one of those foxes got to you, too, huh? [ A beat. ] Don't worry, I'm sure your actual poetry is way better.

[ourstosee]

[Kill him now. He recognizes the voice, and having "his" embarrassment recognized out loud sure does make him feel some type of way.]

Halone preserve... [The misery is evident in his voice.] Please accept my humblest of apologies, Rose. You should not have been subjected to that.

[hasitsthorns]

[ She isn't sure what a 'Halone' is but judging from the tone, a deity? One he follows? Interesting.

But that's not the point. ]

You don't have to apologize for anything! Trust me, it's not like you asked these guys to do this. Foxes are tricky little creatures though so, y'know, sorry they pulled one over on you.

[ourstosee]

[He wants to argue, but... chasing the Zorua from his room has worn the fight right out of him.]

I suppose I should be grateful that it would happen here, rather than at home. Such an "announcement" would be cause for a scandal, one that would keep the nobles tittering for some few moons.

... I appreciate your understanding. Truly.

text; @rose_of_gloucester

[silky_bearing]

Many hours of work. Hah!

Sir that is both poorly composed and vulgar. Such a woefully simply rhyming scheme, never mind that the pacing is all off. Far too many syllables in that last line not to make it terribly clumsy even if it were a topic worth writing about.

Not that a poem is a poor way to ah... end one's pining but something so base would never catch the interest of your intended.

[ourstosee]

[Aymeric doesn't know how shameful it is to have his poetry critiqued by Lorenz, but if he did, the shame would be real. Or perhaps even more real than it already is.]

I can assure you that if I made a habit of actually writing poetry, twould be far better composed than this.
No, this is an elaborate prank designed not by my compatriots, but by a vulpine creature with a rather devious sense of humor.
I apologize for not only the vulgarity, but also for being the vessel that delivered this unfortunate drivel.

voice

[stardiving]

[He sounds as if he's barely able to hold in his laughter, which...honestly, is accurate. The fighting had been concerning, but after he'd appeared to get everything well in hand Estinien finds himself freed to laugh.]

And who is the lucky lady, Borel? She ought to be flattered to receive such a sonnet.

[ourstosee]

[Oh, Fury smite him. He's never going to live this down.]

... You of all people would know there is no damsel waiting to be wooed. Never mind the fact that anything I composed would be, if not of marginally higher quality, than at least far less explicit.

[stardiving]

[Absolutely never.]

Oh, I don't know, I don't have eyes on you at all bells of the day, you might have found someone special during that time.

As for the content, surely there's some charm to be had in being direct about it.

[Don't listen to him about that, Aymeric, he has absolutely no idea what girls like.]

[ourstosee]

Gods.

[He can't help but scoff at that, as if it was somehow unbelievable that he might have interests anywhere else. Which is probably a line of thought he should unpack.

Moving on.

Aymeric knows Estinien doesn't know the first thing about romance. And he's not afraid to call him on it.]

I was not aware you had spent time a significant amount of time trying your hand at romance, Estinien. If that is the case, perhaps I ought to have asked you for advice.