Eachdraidh Locket Mail/Physical Mailbox

[oathshackledbird]

You have found the Mailbox/Inbox of Diarmuid Ua Duibhne (Lancer).  If you have business with me, please leave a message and I will return it as soon as possible.

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[babbylon]

[Oh, what's this? A hidden weak point? Ever himself, Gilgamesh grins like a cat that's just caught the canary between his teeth.]

Not even one orgy back in your Fianna? Truly? There were so very many of you, so many supple bodies to pass around...

[oathshackledbird]

N-no!

[Diarmuid looking away like that doesn't really hide the red on your face...]

I mean...father spoke of them sometimes, but it was usually just two or three of us at once in the Fianna. Not a whole group! We didn't have time...

[And often, they didn't want to wake the whole camp...]

[babbylon]

Go find someone you like, then. Someone that catches your eye. Bring them back to the house so we might have fun together.

[And just because he's really that mean:]

It's an or~der. ♪

[oathshackledbird]

I... I...

[Diarmuid doesn't want to disobey and order, but...]

I have no idea who I would bring! People don't catch my attention that easily!

[Gilgamesh...what are you doing to him?]

[babbylon]

You have one week.

[E-rank Luck: always coming back to bite Lancers in the worst possible ways.]

Happy hunting, Diarmuid. I expect only the best from you.

[oathshackledbird]

O-one week?

[See this look? It is the look of a dying man...]

I...will do my best.

[Because, no matter how strange the request, Diarmuid always tries his very best. He won't accept anything less for himself and he won't insult his king with anything less.]