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rowancrowned) wrote2015-03-22 06:02 pm
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I have managed near half a year without angering the Chantry. I do hate to break the streak.
( but he hates artemaeus more. )
What are you having done to the helper? I will not be disproportionate.
( but he hates artemaeus more. )
What are you having done to the helper? I will not be disproportionate.
The guard is to be stripped of any privilege and assigned the most miserable rota I can devise until he learns the benefit of asking questions and permission. Unsurprisingly, I believe Colin was at the Sister's side throughout the matter and played the larger role. So by all means, should you have any recommendations that I might incorporate while I take him to task—
[A sharp word that might be said before hocking him down a well, perhaps.]
I've posted guards to oversee the room and be certain the move is an honest one and not some idiotic attempt to free Artemaeus.
[A sharp word that might be said before hocking him down a well, perhaps.]
I've posted guards to oversee the room and be certain the move is an honest one and not some idiotic attempt to free Artemaeus.
No more Artemaeus. If his-- whatever it was, I recall it being silver-- was still in his possession, I would have it seized. Are there any former slaves touring the Free Marches lecture circuit? Make him attend one of those as well.
( he sighs. )
I would rather he be moved back to the dungeons, and she asked to choose between tending the Riftwatch patients, and tending him. She is like to be too fired up with indignation to heed anything I say. This reeks of Chantry interference.
( he sighs. )
I would rather he be moved back to the dungeons, and she asked to choose between tending the Riftwatch patients, and tending him. She is like to be too fired up with indignation to heed anything I say. This reeks of Chantry interference.
We are in agreement on that.
I will handle the sister and let you know how she took it.
I will handle the sister and let you know how she took it.
[ Have they spoken since he gave her orders to stay on the island? No. Is she coming at this with any sort of respectful repentant preamble? Also no. SCIENCE IS AFOOT. ]
I was told we were in the possession of research regarding something called the germ theory, that could be beneficial to the outbreak treatment. Additionally, are you aware of anyone investigating the possibility of building a microscope or any research that might be related to it?
I was told we were in the possession of research regarding something called the germ theory, that could be beneficial to the outbreak treatment. Additionally, are you aware of anyone investigating the possibility of building a microscope or any research that might be related to it?
( whatever, this is the nerd division. )
I will have copies brought to you.
( oh that microscope? cosima's microscope, that he literally has set on a pedestal, along with her memory? )
Those, I will need copies made of. For what purpose do you require them?
I will have copies brought to you.
( oh that microscope? cosima's microscope, that he literally has set on a pedestal, along with her memory? )
Those, I will need copies made of. For what purpose do you require them?
Edited 2020-02-24 01:56 (UTC)
Thank you.
[THEY HAVE A MICROSCOPE?!?!?!!?!? ]
I had the most fascinating conversation with Mister Tony Stark about these so called microbes which can only be viewed via a device called a microscope. It seems in his world, these small creatures are the cause behind a great deal of their diseases. I'm curious as to whether or not such things exist in ours.
[THEY HAVE A MICROSCOPE?!?!?!!?!? ]
I had the most fascinating conversation with Mister Tony Stark about these so called microbes which can only be viewed via a device called a microscope. It seems in his world, these small creatures are the cause behind a great deal of their diseases. I'm curious as to whether or not such things exist in ours.
Edited 2020-02-24 02:03 (UTC)
( he weights his options. )
If Monsieur ( orlesian wife orlesian life. ) Stark is willing to supervise, I am willing to allow access.
Once you are out of quarantine.
If Monsieur ( orlesian wife orlesian life. ) Stark is willing to supervise, I am willing to allow access.
Once you are out of quarantine.
[ She is doing her absolute very best not to sound like a child who's just been told she has to wait to visit her best friend until after she's finished her chores. It mostly works. ]
Of course, sir. I'm sure Mister Stark will be perfectly willing, he seemed very enthusiastic about the general health of Riftwatch.
Of course, sir. I'm sure Mister Stark will be perfectly willing, he seemed very enthusiastic about the general health of Riftwatch.
( that's endearing, actually. abstractly endearing, and hampered by her affiliations and species, but still. )
He may pick it up any time he likes.
He may pick it up any time he likes.
Magnification and light. The precise workings are contained within the report. She was thorough.
I went to Starkhaven with the Boneflayers to do some jobs, have some laughs. Good times. Don't think you'd have much to do there, no old elf stuff you're all about or good places to walk nugs and I reckon your elk'd get stuck going down the streets. But for me? A dwarf? Right laugh.
Thought you'd like some genuine relics.
--Yngvi
[Sent with the note is one (1) toe of a disciple of Andraste preserved in a vial of 'spirits' and one (1) belt buckle featuring the face of Sebastian Vael.]
Thought you'd like some genuine relics.
--Yngvi
[Sent with the note is one (1) toe of a disciple of Andraste preserved in a vial of 'spirits' and one (1) belt buckle featuring the face of Sebastian Vael.]
In addition to the general news updates, Thranduil will receive a message from a Mining Caste researcher in Orzammar named Alvorn Gedic requesting copies of all of Riftwatch's research related to red lyrium. Although the message is fairly formal and terse, in the typical dwarven style, reading between the lines Gedic seems to imply that while only Riftwatch's papers and not its assistance is being officially requested, an offer of help might not go amiss.
What do you get when your assistant vanishes into the ether? No one screening your meetings. Knockity knock.
"Provost, an honour."
There are some advantages to stinking, at all times, like incense and half a cologne counter. Easier to cover other scents.
"Provost, an honour."
There are some advantages to stinking, at all times, like incense and half a cologne counter. Easier to cover other scents.
He might well pressgang the nug into impromptu service.
Despite the lack of an assistant, the office is still in good shape, slack being picked up as needed to cover. There's a chair before the desk, Thranduil gestures to it with a polite, "Enchanter."
A general shuffling of papers, or at least turning over the top page of whatever he had been reading to cover whatever was below it and prevent his eyes from wandering back to it.
"And how may I aid you?"
Despite the lack of an assistant, the office is still in good shape, slack being picked up as needed to cover. There's a chair before the desk, Thranduil gestures to it with a polite, "Enchanter."
A general shuffling of papers, or at least turning over the top page of whatever he had been reading to cover whatever was below it and prevent his eyes from wandering back to it.
"And how may I aid you?"
Pity. He'd hoped for a bit more disarray. Somewhere convenient to stash a gift.
"I won't beat about the bush," He opens, by beating about the bush. "I'm considering a transfer from diplomacy."
Isaac rearranges his jacket, the better to lounge like an indigent without smashing anything fragile.
"I won't beat about the bush," He opens, by beating about the bush. "I'm considering a transfer from diplomacy."
Isaac rearranges his jacket, the better to lounge like an indigent without smashing anything fragile.
That sharpens his attention. Well, wine and coffee are in short supply, but he has enough time to engender an air of hospitality, and he did point to the comfortable chair. He leans back in his own, hands loose in his lap.
"Are you expecting a seduction," wry, "or do you have some pet project in mind that would better benefit from my resources?"
"Are you expecting a seduction," wry, "or do you have some pet project in mind that would better benefit from my resources?"
"Maker, no. I would have come to either better-dressed." A spindling gesture. "I hoped for your advice on where to go."
One finger ticks —
"I'm a terrible coward," As if that were a joke. (Would a coward be on the Ghislain frontlines?*) "So our Forces are quite out. And I've not seen Scouting accomplish much —"
A second, belated finger.
"— Which I can only take to mean they've done their job well. Perhaps too well for a fellow like me."
* Yes.
One finger ticks —
"I'm a terrible coward," As if that were a joke. (Would a coward be on the Ghislain frontlines?*) "So our Forces are quite out. And I've not seen Scouting accomplish much —"
A second, belated finger.
"— Which I can only take to mean they've done their job well. Perhaps too well for a fellow like me."
* Yes.
He had a brief mental sketch of what he supposed had made up the largest portion of the mages, before the war: bookish, pale from lack of sunlight, greatest wound a paper cut. But Isaac isn't dead, so that particular assessment should be revised to be more flattering.
"What was your focus in the Circles?"
He stands, an unfolding of long limbs, moves to the shelves along the side of the room, does not expect him to follow.
"What was your focus in the Circles?"
He stands, an unfolding of long limbs, moves to the shelves along the side of the room, does not expect him to follow.
"Oh, healing, of course. If you can fuse a bone, you'll never lack for a task or twelve —"
He doesn't follow. He does shift a hand toward his pocket, hangs there by its thumb. Gauging the time available, before Thranduil's attention should turn.
"— There's money in it, of course not personally, Maker knows that a Circle doesn't fund itself. And an abundance of young men bashing each other with swords? Accidents will happen,"
He natters on. Fingers brush eggshell.
He doesn't follow. He does shift a hand toward his pocket, hangs there by its thumb. Gauging the time available, before Thranduil's attention should turn.
"— There's money in it, of course not personally, Maker knows that a Circle doesn't fund itself. And an abundance of young men bashing each other with swords? Accidents will happen,"
He natters on. Fingers brush eggshell.
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