Ruby City Mailbox/Inbox

[oathshackledbird]

You have found the Mailbox/Inbox of Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, owner and teacher of the training school, Spiral. If you have business with him or the school, please feel free to leave a message and he will get back to you as soon as possible. Considering his abilities, that might be quicker than you think...

Comments

[earlybird]

If he let himself get eaten, he'd deserve it.






...But fine. If it's for surveillance.

[oathshackledbird]

Wouldn't you even feel a little bad? He's a nice guy. A little bit like me, in fact. If it happened, it's probably because he was protecting someone.

[Maybe even you, Damian.]

For surveillance and a few other things. I am hoping 'fun' and 'relaxation' will also be on the list. Do...you know how to do those things?

[earlybird]

[ He'd feel terrible. You're a bad man, Diarmuid. ]

I wouldn't. Not even a little. Not a single bit.

[ Extremely terrible. ]

And no. I don't. What is this...'fun,' you speak of? This 'relaxation?'

[oathshackledbird]

[He believes you, Damian.]

Well, if you won't feel bad, I guess I will just have to feel bad. It would be happening on my shift...

[Except, he totally doesn't.]

I guess if you want to find out, you will just have to come along on the trip. I hear there might be some training too. That will make it so it is not all bad, right? Maybe we can even surprise Dick a bit, since he doesn't know about all my neat tricks yet.

[earlybird]

[ You had him at training, Diarmuid. ]

-Tt.- I already said fine, didn't I?

...he doesn't know about the vanishing thing, does he?

[ He really hopes he doesn't because that would be hilarious. ]

[oathshackledbird]

No, not unless one of the few people who has seen me use it has told him.

[Just for the record that would be Damian and Saber, though any servant might mention that they all have spirit form.]

So...why are you so worried about if my meeting with him went okay?

[earlybird]

[ Grayson is in for a terrible surprise real treat, then. ]

I'm not worried. Who said I was worried?

He can be obnoxious, that's all.

[ It wouldn't matter if his two favorite people in his very small world didn't get along well. ]

[oathshackledbird]

Really? He didn't seem that obnoxious to me. Just...sleepy.

[Considering they very quickly started talking about important topics, there seems to be little chance of them not getting along...]

Well...he did seem pretty insistent about adding a highwire to my school, but I can't say I have much problem with that. Just...no elephants.

[Sorry, Dick.]

[earlybird]

'You can take the boy out of the circus, but you can't take the circus out of the boy.'

Believe me.

I know about the elephants.

[oathshackledbird]

So...embarrassing story time around the campfire should probably be one of the things that happens...

[Lucky for Diarmuid, there is really no one to tell embarrassing stories about him, though his legend is another thing all together.]

[earlybird]

I have so many about him. Grayson is a walking disaster.

[oathshackledbird]

Oh, is he now? Care to give me a preview?

[earlybird]

-Tt. One time the morning after patrol, he was eating cereal on the couch, fell asleep, and spilled the cereal all over himself. Pennyworth had to send him back to bed.

[oathshackledbird]

Oops...

[Of course, how many times have you done that while watching My Little Pony, Damian?]

Well, at least he didn't fall asleep on patrol and fall off a roof or something...

[earlybird]

[ Wow, rude, like once never. ]

Oh, he's done that, too. Sometimes we'll be waiting hours on a stake-out, and I'll have to grab him by the cape.

[oathshackledbird]

[Excuse the delayed response. Diarmuid needs a minute to stop laughing at the mental image.

Okay, well then...]

Why do the villains fear you two again? You're...cute.

[earlybird]

Cute?

[ He is aghast. They're not cute. ]

Hardly. You just haven't seen us in action. If you saw us fight, really fight, you'd know.

[oathshackledbird]

Oh, people can be deadly fighters and still be cute. They are not mutually exclusive.

[Sorry, Damian. Try again.]

Though, I would really like to see you both go full force someday. I am sure you would like to see me do the same.

[earlybird]

[ Rude, Diarmuid. Rude. ]

We're not cute.

You'll see. We'll get that chance sooner or later, and you will be intimidated.

[ He'd like to see Diarmuid in the field, too, come to think of it. Him and Saber both. ]

[oathshackledbird]

Impressed? Maybe. Intimidated? Not likely. Sorry.

[He's faced down armies of 800 plus men, fought a giant cyclops, and hunted monstrous animals. Little intimidates him anymore.]

But what is so wrong with being cute? It's not a bad thing.

[earlybird]

It's offensive!

People don't take cute things seriously.

[ Totally not puffing up at his phone in affront. ]

[oathshackledbird]

[Aw...what a cute little pufferfish!]

People who don't take things seriously just because they are cute are fools. Cats or dogs can be cute, but then they can turn right around and maim or kill you. My daughter was cute, but she could easily gut a man. She took her training just as seriously as her brothers did.

[earlybird]

Your daughter?

[ He hasn't heard this, before. Or perhaps he did, when he was sick; but the aftereffects of the Chaos cloud, as well as the fever, make anything from those days difficult to recall. ]

[oathshackledbird]

[It also doesn't help that--thanks to the Grail bringing him back in the prime of his life--Diarmuid doesn't really look old enough to be a father.]

Yes, I had five children. Four of them were boys and one was a girl. The youngest actually. She was a curious girl, that one, and always wanted to be doing what her brothers were doing. I think the modern term for someone like that is a 'tom boy?'

you just been waiting to bust out that icon haven't you

[earlybird]

Tom boy is correct.

And five children, huh.

Did any of them

I mean

Are any of them like you?

[ Alive, as a heroic spirit. ]