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snowblindrpg2016-10-08 02:21 am
haillenarte) wrote in snowblindrpg2016-10-08 02:21 am
Entry tags:
- *network,
- *open,
- aymeric de borel (ffxiv),
- brian thomas (marble hornets),
- charles yvry (original),
- davesprite (homestuck),
- enoch (el shaddai),
- francel de haillenarte (ffxiv),
- frisk (undertale),
- gregory house (house md),
- haurchefant greystone (ffxiv),
- jim hawkins (treasure planet),
- lutha pahr (original),
- merlwyb bloefhiswyn (ffxiv),
- quark (zero escape),
- stephanie brown (dc),
- zach spencer (lazer team),
- zell dincht (final fantasy viii)
[network] @joacin; video/audio/text; poof [day 164]
[@joacin's voice is calm, husky, and professional.]
I would like to announce that the rubble in the museum has been cleared. There is now a viable path to the other side.
[there is an accompanying video:
the camera focuses on haurchefant — who else? — doing some heavy lifting, shouldering a large block of concrete from the pile and pushing it to one side. he isn't wearing a shirt, and even in the dim lighting of the museum, his muscles glisten with an alluring mist of moisture. haurchefant grunts. he doesn't seem entirely aware he's being filmed.
the camera then pans over to aymeric, who is just as topless and well-built as the first elezen, though considerably more tan, and less sweaty. he pauses in his work to sigh and roll his shoulders, running one hand through his dark and attractively disheveled hair. the camera keeps moving. house and merlwyb come into frame, but even though merlwyb has stripped down to a fairly revealing cotton bodice, the video doesn't linger on her. instead, it moves toward the last of the ishgardian knights, estinien, who has just finished removing the last of his armor; his back muscles flex while he pulls his luxurious silver locks into a ponytail — and just as he turns around, the video ends.]
Thank you for your patience regarding this matter.
[...unsurprisingly, five minutes later, @joacin posts another message to the network.]
apolgies
my apologies
please do not watch the preceding clip, here is the correct video
i am deeply sorry please frgvie me goodbye
[the second accompanying video is much shorter, and simply features the rubble pile collapsing in a cloud of dust, metal, wood, and glass while a startled hange yelps and moves out of the way. when the dust settles, there's a clear path to the other side! how nice!
...no shirtless elves in sight!]
I would like to announce that the rubble in the museum has been cleared. There is now a viable path to the other side.
[there is an accompanying video:
the camera focuses on haurchefant — who else? — doing some heavy lifting, shouldering a large block of concrete from the pile and pushing it to one side. he isn't wearing a shirt, and even in the dim lighting of the museum, his muscles glisten with an alluring mist of moisture. haurchefant grunts. he doesn't seem entirely aware he's being filmed.
the camera then pans over to aymeric, who is just as topless and well-built as the first elezen, though considerably more tan, and less sweaty. he pauses in his work to sigh and roll his shoulders, running one hand through his dark and attractively disheveled hair. the camera keeps moving. house and merlwyb come into frame, but even though merlwyb has stripped down to a fairly revealing cotton bodice, the video doesn't linger on her. instead, it moves toward the last of the ishgardian knights, estinien, who has just finished removing the last of his armor; his back muscles flex while he pulls his luxurious silver locks into a ponytail — and just as he turns around, the video ends.]
Thank you for your patience regarding this matter.
[...unsurprisingly, five minutes later, @joacin posts another message to the network.]
apolgies
my apologies
please do not watch the preceding clip, here is the correct video
i am deeply sorry please frgvie me goodbye
[the second accompanying video is much shorter, and simply features the rubble pile collapsing in a cloud of dust, metal, wood, and glass while a startled hange yelps and moves out of the way. when the dust settles, there's a clear path to the other side! how nice!
...no shirtless elves in sight!]
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[ how awkward can this get
the answer is REALLY FUCKING AWKS ]
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No, I suppose I am none too certain on that front either.
[...maybe they should just change the subject.]
I wish I could just... leave.
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I'd say one was more possible than the other, but. Maybe not so much.
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[even over the tablet audio, francel seems to waver.]
I fear Estinien might seek retribution. Admiral Merlwyb is none too fond of me, either. This incident will only serve to exacerbate their disdain...
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[ He's openly expressed the desire to ~teach Angel a lesson~ and nothing's come of it, so. He's clearly all talk.
CLEARLY. ]
I assume the same applies for - er, the Admiral. Even though I don't really know her. She's the woman from the video, right? She looks really cool.
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Yes, Merlwyb is the woman with the silver hair...
I suppose... I mean, I hope Haurchefant would come to my aid if it were needed. And I imagine Ser Aymeric would manage to keep his friend from committing murder over aught so paltry, but there are other punishments they could yet render me. [he sighs, somewhat more disgustedly.] I suppose I deserve this...
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Oh, come on - I have a hard time imagining Haurchefant not coming to anyone's aid, let alone someone he cares about! And you don't deserve any kind of punishment at all. A brief scowl at the absolute worst, maybe. Geez.
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[was that a sniff? that might have been a little sniff. awww, what a baby.]
You are very kind. It is a shame that Estinien has been... provoking you and your companions with all his talk of machinery. I would be happier to count you a friend.
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Oh, Stibs can eat it. I'm just as guilty of provoking him, anyway. And you're more than welcome to call me a friend, you doof! As long as I get to do the same for you. Obviously.
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[oh nooo he has a friend this is the first time he's made a friend in years — does he have to tell haurchefant about this? what's the protocol on making new friends?]
Ah, but I did not properly introduce myself, did I? I am Francel... Lord Francel de Haillenarte.
[and then, just because it's kind of fun to say:]
And Estinien is a douchelord!
action!
[That certainly isn't over the tablet. But Angel can likely hear it.]
action;
what's a little lordling to do? he goes over his options — very quickly — but in the end, he figures estinien won't be too impressed if he cringes and meekly apologizes for the remark.
the best thing to do, then, is double down.
and after
a
long
pause
francel says:]
...Yes.
The absolute lord of the douches.
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But then, something unexpected happens.
He smirks.]
Who would have thought you merely needed the solidarity of another maiden to inspire you to act as a man.
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So am I a maiden or a man, now?
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...douchelord.
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[ Annnnd she's too busy snickering to notice the douchelord himself making angry cactus noises. RUH-ROH. ]
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[after... his brief verbal battle with estinien... francel comes back a little worse for wear, but undamaged...]
Well, it is very good to meet you, Angel. And it seems that I won't die! ...For now.
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[ The fingerwagging is pretty much audible. YOU'RE IN THE FUSS CIRCLE NOW, BUDDY ]