stardiving | IC Inbox (Victory Road)

Oh don't be that way, you know what I mean.

[Look, people kinda fit into categories, and after dealing with literal millions of people over the years, this fact has a lot of backing.]

Do not underestimate what I can or cannot do. As I said before, I have connections here. Ones that could very well serve you if you allow it.

[He just sighs, staring at the message.]

And now you know, I've not been mauled by ravenous beasts or fallen off a cliff.

Thus far, in fact, I've not encountered anything I could not handle.

Yes, well that's good to know, but little does it stand to reason that will continue to be the case.

My apparent duty aside, I do rather like speaking with you, if I may be candid. Is it so wrong of me to wish to converse with the only man here from our shared world? Are you truly so frightened by a little conversation? What is it about conversing that repulses you so?

It cannot be that you lack the mind to keep up, you have fully proven otherwise.

Edited 2020-06-02 23:26 (UTC)

[...weird, he really can't remember the last time anyone said that to him before, in so many words, at least that wasn't Aymeric.

There's a few reasons, really.

He'd never really bothered learning how to converse with people outside of those he already knew, not unless he absolutely had to. His fellow Dragoons more or less understood--most of them had gone through the same things he had, and they all had their own ways of dealing with it. Then with his position, people had tried to curry favor with him and he found it exhausting and infuriating by turns. Then when he'd refused to play their games, or was forced to and made a single misstep, they'd turned to vicious harpies.

It's easier to just not, rather than try to find the words to explain all that.]

Tis not frightening, tis exhausting. At times, infuriating. It has never been a skill I cared to hone, as I rarely saw the point.

[Ironically, he was much the same back in Amaurot. While he had taken a place in office, he was far from social. More reserved, gruff, irritable. At the time, he could afford such a social luxury. Afford to spurn his friends, to meet them with irritation and vexation. As if they had infinite days in which he could do so, because there would be endless chances for him to eventually welcome their company. Eventually appreciate the company they pressed upon him as if against his will.

He was a fool then. Took that peaceful time for granted. Did not properly appreciate what he had, before it went down in literal flames.]

Most ill practiced skills will be exhausting until they are not. Mayhap in time you will see the point, even find enjoyment in such an act. I am certain learning how to wield that lance of yours bore its own frustrations in the beginning, and likely was a skill you saw little point in ere you first picked one up—till its use was made apparent to you.

Edited 2020-06-03 09:25 (UTC)

[Look at you two, having all these things in common. Though Estinien is rather coming at it from the opposite direction--his life had already gone up in flames, and he'd been dedicating so much of his life--in fact most of it thus far--to fighting the fire that he didn't know how to do anything else.

Peace is what he doesn't know how to deal with, not the other way around. The fire is out, and now he's sifting through the ashes and going 'well, now what?']

I had more motivation, for the lance.

[There were those who joined the Order for little more than the promise of glory, but he was not one of them.]

...I shall make an attempt, at least, to contact you.

Now can you cease sending me messages all day and night? Fury, do you ever sleep?

[They have SO MANY THINGS IN COMMON!! Like the fact that...once this might be all over, and peace is restored, who knows if he'd truly know what to do then. So long has he toiled over his work, schemed and conspired, his mind always active, always busy.

He is not as ready for paradise as he'd like to believe.]

And now such motivation is somewhat moot, especially here. Perhaps pursuing other skills are in order.

An attempt is all I ask, and if you do, I promise to you I will lessen my messages. Only reaching forth if I find such matters of importance, does this sound fair? As for my sleeping...I do. I am rather fond of it, though my actions as of late may prove otherwise.

Were it up to me, I would sleep without disturbance, but my work is far from finished, and such a pleasure is one I must indulge in moderation.

[Well, basically not sleeping at all isn't what one might call moderation...]

[Keyword: had. Though his new motivation is also somewhat moot, so.]

Should you start hallucinating, do not say you were not warned.

[Sleep is actually required for human and human-adjacent beings, not a hobby.]

Edited 2020-06-05 18:20 (UTC)

I have put myself to rest far before that would afflict me. I know well this body cannot sustain on my stubbornness alone. Thus when I forgo sleep, I rely upon the many aids mortals have created for such scenarios.

[Blatantly ignoring the fact those are supposed to help one wake up, not fight off sleep to a point of detriment.]

[Sigh.]

Those are not meant to replace sleep. You would be better served by taking the time to rest regularly. Tis a problem I oft saw with new recruits--driving themselves to exhaustion, to the detriment of their performance. I would have barred them from duty til they learned.

[Look, he did actually have a job as the Azure Dragoon that wasn't just kill dragons, and he actually did it sometimes!]

You are wise to do such, yet I am scant facing dragons. Were my work more perilous, I may yet heed your warnings, but it is not.

I can rest once I have successfully freed us of this star.

[Which isn't true, but his lack of rest won't be a detriment then.]

[You're going to crash and burn and sleep for 3 solid days and wonder what in all the twelve's name happened. Or, considering you, just Zodiark's?]

Being a stubborn bastard is your perogative, I suppose.

[Yeah, the twelve can be damned for all he cares.]

Please, by all means, don't hold back on my account.

But I can only assume this comes from concern for me? How quaint.

[Rude.]

Are we, or are we not 'accountable for one another', as you said?

You are right, we are. I suppose this is all business then? All duty? Naught more, naught less?

Naught more, naught less. Should you truly care to self-destruct, I can leave you to it.

Very well.

Rest assured, I will not be self-destructing, but I am glad to know you will allow it if I so choose. How generous.

Edited 2020-06-08 06:20 (UTC)

[Could have fooled him.

But hey, speaking of generosity, he's letting you have the last word. He tires of this conversation and you know he's alive now, so really, your mission is accomplished.]

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