Impressions/moments/prompts
Any system, any character, any time! Your options are:
Ornithocracy - Ischarion.
Masquerades and Massacres - Annie
Maelstrom - Mojay
Request as you wish :D FOIP warning ahead, as usual, some more severe than others.
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From Annie:
On Captain Forrester.
Stop getting yourself torn up you bloody idiot. We won't be there to save you every time.
On Mrs. Mortimer-Menken
I'm still going to end up calling you Miss Mortimer by accident, you know. I just hope you won't mind too much if and when I do. I doubt marriage will change your mothering habit either, and honestly? I think that's a good thing, people need looking after, and most of them won't take that from a servant. So while I may think you're over fussy at times (seriously, modes of address in a crisis?) I can't say I don't understand, you just do it differently.
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From Ischarion:
On Theodora and other Raptors.
They look polite and well dressed, they're probably trying to end the world and doom us all. I don't know why, (possibly just for the minor people they are bringing back? They may not be so bad) I'm relatively sure how and I'm failing to see why we should let them continue.
As my ducks so eloquently put it when I explained the situation to them: Fucking Raptors.
On Dr. Kaspar and the House of the Mourners of the Reborn Queen.
A genteel medic who I am relatively sure knows more than he lets on. I must speak to him further about that. In fact, the entire family is genteel and polite, much more agreeable than I had thought a Mourning veil house could be, even the technically undead abomination was easier to get along with than the Geese of my own land.
Perhaps that should concern me, the little Jay certainly is one to watch out for, but I believe a friendship with a competent and observant Old Shrike is more than possible. Excuse me, I believe I need to write a letter...
On 'that bolshy chicken from the dirt'
Apparently it was a chicken that kicked off that kerfuffle in which one of you lost their life. Perhaps it was you, perhaps it wasn't, I was on the other side of the fight and then in a corner dealing with keeping one of them confined. I thought you were dream-remnants at first. That changed when someone started healing them and informed me that they were true winged.
I could not care less about who started the fight as it was not one of ours, but if it was you? It was your own rash actions that led to a death. As a side note, Cranes can be very fierce when they have sworn to protect something.
On message running.
The gentle pound of feet on grass, on stone, on water.
The rustle of feathers as they fly in the wind.
The turn of a head as something white slips by in the darkness.
The Stork runs.
On receiving letters.
Sharp eyes glance sideways at the Crane in the courtyard training as he flicks the letter out from its folded state, noting that the seal has not been broken. Tailfeathers underneath his clothes flick in some kind of emotion for a moment as he reads. The note he leaves behind simply says: “Not yet.”
When Dondarrion looks up from his training the Stork is gone.
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From Mojay:
On Raoul.
.... I have no idea what you even think you're doing now, and I never did get to sit down and go through that letter with you. You come and go and were generally running out of patience with everybody. That's understandable, I was too, and it didn't help that I never got to relax rather than being in crisis mode the entire time.
Knowing you? You've probably got some harebrained plan in the works. Just don't get yourself, us or the world killed while you're doing it.
On Carol.
I wish I had given you that little talisman. It might have been enough to save you. But then they might have got it, and that would never have ended well. You were smiling and laughter and song and why did you have to die? We miss you, and your death hit Ishtar far far too hard.
Your threads are the yellow of sun-ripened wheat and the pale sea blue of Malathia, and I give you to the winds and to the gods.
On Miranda.
Gerosans are curious creatures, and I can see your group trying to persuade us to join the confederacy. it is too obvious an attempt to hold any sway with me, and so I often glance around. You are quiet, maybe because your captain is so loud, but you do not feel like you are normally quiet, I can see the laughter dancing behind your eyes.
On Ferris.
We do seem to have semi-adopted you, haven't we? Not that I mind, your presence is warm and welcoming, a solid rock in the comfortable chair that is one of the few that can hold you (and accomodate properly for my tail). You are solid and dependable, you debate well and it would be very very strange to have a hole where the big warm-hearted malathian should be.
On Mal.
my theory that humans always look better as wemics is very confirmed now, and I admit I am far too glad to see another wemic with a tail. With your colouring, tail and ears you could have come from my village (that was a surprise I will admit, I wonder why you came out that way?) and it is a welcome taste of home. You are still as gruffly soft/kind as ever, and I would imagine that for all your fur looks course it is actually far softer than people would imagine.
That is, if it's not covered in blood. I'm not going to ask how much of it is yours. Stay safe Mal, I've a feeling you need that advice more than most (except Raoul.)
On Amaranth.
I do not know what game you are playing. Apparently it was you who led us to rush out and into that mess with the Freeloaders. You move in mysterious ways, even for an Eidolon. Your butterfly wings are easy to spot, but I have seen you more in the distance than knowing what you do.
What does a flap of your wings bring, blessed seraph?
On Noah.
It appears having kittens has changed you, it is not precisely surprising, but you seem to be more like me now, particularly when I am in what I have called my 'crisis mode'. *Smiles* "The Amusari lady should be meek and soft spoken, modestly covering her hair and fur and keeping out of the way of the men."
It's a wonderful joke, isn't it?
On Sethet.
.... I believe I have said all I need to your corpse. You used to be a stupid mameluk who couldn't think for yourself. Now you are a glorious hero of the soldier and a brave defender of the community. You have come so far and I have so many memories of you. It was very hard *not* to notice you considering all the shenanigans you were at the centre of, and so it will be very strange not to have those constant ripples around.
The white robes you first wore do not suit you nearly as well as the green. The green is warmer, more solid, it marked the change from idiot to warrior and hero. Your threads are green cotton and brown wood for your weapons and fur.
Fly free to the Soldier, Sethet, you will be missed.
On Azif.
Mameluks are supposed to obey order without question. We hear all these tales of mameluks drinking and whoring... well, occasionally we hear them if you listen to Marcus, and the mameluks are better than the free soldiers (and definitely better than the Free Islanders) for that sort of thing. Yet even I think he goes a little far when arguing with the Imams about what should and should not happen, not only that but his suggestions are not tempered at all by sense, and I am not sure which disturbs me more. Later I find he was on flame and it is explained, but still...
Then again, the tales of the Amusari women were wrong, why wouldn't the stereotype of the Mameluk be wrong as well? That I have no objection with, and he is not bad company, I just wish he would actually *listen* to people who know better than him about what's going on though.
...I wonder if this is how the Imams feel when dealing with me. I am not sure that I like the implications of that, even if it is just because I misheard them. That is somewhat depressing, I need to do better and be nicer, even if I am stressed.
On Amenhet.
You don't deserve the mocking you get. When you are at your most irritating it is tempting to put you on the floor I do not, thinking it too harsh. I only joke at your expense because others do, and it is wrong of me. I really *do* wish that you would get a cure, and that you will have learnt the lesson your recklessness gave you.
You are a good friend and a good member of our community, please don't give people reason to mock you, I don't want to any more.
Ornithocracy - Ischarion.
Masquerades and Massacres - Annie
Maelstrom - Mojay
Request as you wish :D FOIP warning ahead, as usual, some more severe than others.
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From Annie:
On Captain Forrester.
Stop getting yourself torn up you bloody idiot. We won't be there to save you every time.
On Mrs. Mortimer-Menken
I'm still going to end up calling you Miss Mortimer by accident, you know. I just hope you won't mind too much if and when I do. I doubt marriage will change your mothering habit either, and honestly? I think that's a good thing, people need looking after, and most of them won't take that from a servant. So while I may think you're over fussy at times (seriously, modes of address in a crisis?) I can't say I don't understand, you just do it differently.
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From Ischarion:
On Theodora and other Raptors.
They look polite and well dressed, they're probably trying to end the world and doom us all. I don't know why, (possibly just for the minor people they are bringing back? They may not be so bad) I'm relatively sure how and I'm failing to see why we should let them continue.
As my ducks so eloquently put it when I explained the situation to them: Fucking Raptors.
On Dr. Kaspar and the House of the Mourners of the Reborn Queen.
A genteel medic who I am relatively sure knows more than he lets on. I must speak to him further about that. In fact, the entire family is genteel and polite, much more agreeable than I had thought a Mourning veil house could be, even the technically undead abomination was easier to get along with than the Geese of my own land.
Perhaps that should concern me, the little Jay certainly is one to watch out for, but I believe a friendship with a competent and observant Old Shrike is more than possible. Excuse me, I believe I need to write a letter...
On 'that bolshy chicken from the dirt'
Apparently it was a chicken that kicked off that kerfuffle in which one of you lost their life. Perhaps it was you, perhaps it wasn't, I was on the other side of the fight and then in a corner dealing with keeping one of them confined. I thought you were dream-remnants at first. That changed when someone started healing them and informed me that they were true winged.
I could not care less about who started the fight as it was not one of ours, but if it was you? It was your own rash actions that led to a death. As a side note, Cranes can be very fierce when they have sworn to protect something.
On message running.
The gentle pound of feet on grass, on stone, on water.
The rustle of feathers as they fly in the wind.
The turn of a head as something white slips by in the darkness.
The Stork runs.
On receiving letters.
Sharp eyes glance sideways at the Crane in the courtyard training as he flicks the letter out from its folded state, noting that the seal has not been broken. Tailfeathers underneath his clothes flick in some kind of emotion for a moment as he reads. The note he leaves behind simply says: “Not yet.”
When Dondarrion looks up from his training the Stork is gone.
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From Mojay:
On Raoul.
.... I have no idea what you even think you're doing now, and I never did get to sit down and go through that letter with you. You come and go and were generally running out of patience with everybody. That's understandable, I was too, and it didn't help that I never got to relax rather than being in crisis mode the entire time.
Knowing you? You've probably got some harebrained plan in the works. Just don't get yourself, us or the world killed while you're doing it.
On Carol.
I wish I had given you that little talisman. It might have been enough to save you. But then they might have got it, and that would never have ended well. You were smiling and laughter and song and why did you have to die? We miss you, and your death hit Ishtar far far too hard.
Your threads are the yellow of sun-ripened wheat and the pale sea blue of Malathia, and I give you to the winds and to the gods.
On Miranda.
Gerosans are curious creatures, and I can see your group trying to persuade us to join the confederacy. it is too obvious an attempt to hold any sway with me, and so I often glance around. You are quiet, maybe because your captain is so loud, but you do not feel like you are normally quiet, I can see the laughter dancing behind your eyes.
On Ferris.
We do seem to have semi-adopted you, haven't we? Not that I mind, your presence is warm and welcoming, a solid rock in the comfortable chair that is one of the few that can hold you (and accomodate properly for my tail). You are solid and dependable, you debate well and it would be very very strange to have a hole where the big warm-hearted malathian should be.
On Mal.
my theory that humans always look better as wemics is very confirmed now, and I admit I am far too glad to see another wemic with a tail. With your colouring, tail and ears you could have come from my village (that was a surprise I will admit, I wonder why you came out that way?) and it is a welcome taste of home. You are still as gruffly soft/kind as ever, and I would imagine that for all your fur looks course it is actually far softer than people would imagine.
That is, if it's not covered in blood. I'm not going to ask how much of it is yours. Stay safe Mal, I've a feeling you need that advice more than most (except Raoul.)
On Amaranth.
I do not know what game you are playing. Apparently it was you who led us to rush out and into that mess with the Freeloaders. You move in mysterious ways, even for an Eidolon. Your butterfly wings are easy to spot, but I have seen you more in the distance than knowing what you do.
What does a flap of your wings bring, blessed seraph?
On Noah.
It appears having kittens has changed you, it is not precisely surprising, but you seem to be more like me now, particularly when I am in what I have called my 'crisis mode'. *Smiles* "The Amusari lady should be meek and soft spoken, modestly covering her hair and fur and keeping out of the way of the men."
It's a wonderful joke, isn't it?
On Sethet.
.... I believe I have said all I need to your corpse. You used to be a stupid mameluk who couldn't think for yourself. Now you are a glorious hero of the soldier and a brave defender of the community. You have come so far and I have so many memories of you. It was very hard *not* to notice you considering all the shenanigans you were at the centre of, and so it will be very strange not to have those constant ripples around.
The white robes you first wore do not suit you nearly as well as the green. The green is warmer, more solid, it marked the change from idiot to warrior and hero. Your threads are green cotton and brown wood for your weapons and fur.
Fly free to the Soldier, Sethet, you will be missed.
On Azif.
Mameluks are supposed to obey order without question. We hear all these tales of mameluks drinking and whoring... well, occasionally we hear them if you listen to Marcus, and the mameluks are better than the free soldiers (and definitely better than the Free Islanders) for that sort of thing. Yet even I think he goes a little far when arguing with the Imams about what should and should not happen, not only that but his suggestions are not tempered at all by sense, and I am not sure which disturbs me more. Later I find he was on flame and it is explained, but still...
Then again, the tales of the Amusari women were wrong, why wouldn't the stereotype of the Mameluk be wrong as well? That I have no objection with, and he is not bad company, I just wish he would actually *listen* to people who know better than him about what's going on though.
...I wonder if this is how the Imams feel when dealing with me. I am not sure that I like the implications of that, even if it is just because I misheard them. That is somewhat depressing, I need to do better and be nicer, even if I am stressed.
On Amenhet.
You don't deserve the mocking you get. When you are at your most irritating it is tempting to put you on the floor I do not, thinking it too harsh. I only joke at your expense because others do, and it is wrong of me. I really *do* wish that you would get a cure, and that you will have learnt the lesson your recklessness gave you.
You are a good friend and a good member of our community, please don't give people reason to mock you, I don't want to any more.