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ᴍᴀʀᴄᴜs ʀᴏᴡɴᴛʀᴇᴇ. ([personal profile] luaithre) wrote in [community profile] faderift2022-07-02 03:20 pm
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WHO: Bastien, Derrica, Edgard, Flint, Julius, Marcus, Tiffany, Tsenka
WHAT: It's a lovely day for a rescue mission
WHEN: Vaguely late Justinian
WHERE: A day out from Val Chevin
NOTES: Viiiolence
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muckspout: (worried)

[personal profile] muckspout 2022-07-24 05:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Edgard inhales a lot of breath like you would before you're about to run away. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he considers it, but stands very still.

"Neither." He answers honestly. He goes to continue and his nerves cause him to stutter slightly. "didn't think about killing him. Just thought he was about to--"

He trails off, knowing he's not going to give a good answer. Again, without warning and in a flash, he sees in his mind their entire party dead on the ground.
katabasis: (not in money or self-indulgence)

[personal profile] katabasis 2022-07-24 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"Just thought he was about to do the thing we were all meant to have been prepared for him to attempt."

If Edgard isn't going to finish the sentence, Flint is evidently willing to do so on his behalf as he continues to pick his way through the scraggly brush and undergrowth. It's only once he's achieved a distance of a few paces that Flint draws up too and turns back toward him.

"Let me be clear. I don't give a fuck about your killing a man who was ready to do the same to us. What concerns me is your apparent inability to control the impulse in spite of having been given the alternative of clear direction."
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[personal profile] muckspout 2022-07-24 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
He huffs out a breath. Just be a good solider, Edgard. It'll never steer you wrong, Edgard. Fuck that. He shakes his head while chewing his lip, but stands taller a little angry now.

"What if he had and all I had done was incapacitate the horses? What if I saw something others did not?"

He knows he's supposed to follow blindly. He knows that's how men like Flint work. It's irritating. He picks up a few sticks and continues behind him.
katabasis: (monstrous giants present themselves)

[personal profile] katabasis 2022-07-29 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't care about what might have happened. What did was that you may have undermined what was always going to be require delicate handling even if no one had been killed. This is the work," he says, blunt like picking up a cat by its scruff.

"If that's not something you can stomach, say so now. I'll personally guarantee that your days become infinitely simpler."

There's plenty of manual labor to be done in the Gallows, and brainless murdering work that requires nothing more than the willingness to put an arrow in a person.
muckspout: (neutral close)

[personal profile] muckspout 2022-08-01 07:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Edgard is tired. Nothing he says will matter. The fight goes out of him and he stops dead, sighing into his sticks.

"doubt even you could make my life simpler." He mumbles mostly to himself.

and then louder, "Made the wrong call." He knows that's what he needs to say.
"Should've done what you told me." He means it and that's where he should stop, but instead he continues,

"Don’t know how to not care about my comrades though. If that means I don’t have the stomach, then maybe you're right."
katabasis: (or more freedom from trouble)

[personal profile] katabasis 2022-08-06 10:25 pm (UTC)(link)
It's a little like watching a loose sail flog in the wind. In the absence of tension to guide its shape and direction, canvas will only flop uselessly under the force acting on it. Acquiring some sense for when to apply that pressure and to what degree is fundamental to the working of any rig.

"Are you suggesting that I'm not appropriately concerned for the welfare of the people under my command?"
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[personal profile] muckspout 2022-08-16 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Edgard puts his hand on his face. Shit.

"No!" is his initial response of frustration. Here he is fucking it up again and everything he says it making it worse. He takes a long breath, trying to figure out how to untangle this knot.

"Was trying to say that 'm not trying to--to--" to what? He cringes inwardly at his inability to speak clearly. He takes another breath. Just spit it out, Edgard!

"Didn't mean to not listen or fuck up the mission, even though that's what happened, trying protect someone I thought was about to get killed."

And maybe now Edgard is going to be killed. Maybe it would be easier than this conversation.
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