Diarmuid Ua Duibhne (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
oathshackledbird) wrote2015-12-24 07:09 pm
oathshackledbird) wrote2015-12-24 07:09 pm
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SoulGemmed Mailbox
You have found the Mailbox 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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[Diarmuid walks over to where Laurent is sitting, but doesn't dive right into the serious business. Instead, he puts the wrapped parcel on the desk in front of him. When unwrapped, it will reveal a leather bound journal.]
It's to use as your memories come back or to write down new ones just in case. Call it a thank you for the book. Just remember I was on the naughty list too. I might not be as polite as usual. I'm fighting it, but its definitely sneaking in from time to time.
The answer to your question, by the way, is yes. More than once.
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[For a moment he looks like he might say something about the present.
Nope. Not going to risk sounding like a model citizen. Laurent picks up the package and sets it further away from him on the table, only nodding in emotionless acknowledgement.]
I'd be impressed if you come up with something original to insult me with.
[No hard feelings, in other words. He massages his temple lightly, then continues. The tension of two men resisting their intrusive thoughts, optionally set to awful Christmas music, is palpable.]
How was it dealt with? Do these periods conclude with any attacks or events? Is there anyone else with any capacity for leadership that could use this information?
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[It sounds like a joke, though there is an undertone of seriousness that is strictly the naughtiness at play. Which means, of course, it should be completely ignored.]
Events usually. A larger Nightmare was the conclusion of this kind of thing when it happened around Valentine's Day, for example.
[He laughs, though there is a certain cruelty to the tone.]
Last I saw Ryoko, she was throwing rocks through windows and Madoka was destroying school property. I haven't run into Kakyoin yet. Who knows how he is doing.
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[The voice is conversational; it is the eyes to watch out for. Laurent meets Diarmuid's gaze with a measured look from hard bright eyes. Eyes that suggest he, on the other hand, is seriously ready to go. Anytime, most places.
let's, not go]
'Christmas' is tomorrow. I doubt- [-he hesitates in gritting this out-] 'Santa' is what's coming, if something is.
[He's getting vexed by this holiday bullshit.]Is anything going to be done about this?
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[He could say more, but Diarmuid manages to restrain himself and keep his thoughts to himself. Even though Laurent's eyes tempt him to start something and his own brain is pushing for it, there are more important things to worry about.]
We killed Santa already, so it couldn't be him anyway.
[Okay, so Nightmare Santa, but still...]
I am not sure. Part of me wants to see if Christmas coming fixes things via the symptoms just vanishing or a Nightmare making itself known. The other part is tempted to start shaking natives until they talk, but I have a feeling that part of me will get very frustrated and just give up before it learns anything worthwhile.
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[The temptation to offer help bubbles up inside. He studiously ignores it; he's not that charitable.]
Your magi- will someone give them orders to prepare for a possible attack? Are there plans to evacuate the injured or the unfit? Do they know what to do if another magi is violent enough to turn on them?
[That's just the tip of the iceberg. Laurent looks away- he has better things to think of than how stressed Diarmuid might be, if the man could use tea or a break.]
Does your leadership know anything about running a brigade?
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[They may be exceptionally skilled and experienced children, but they are still children either in body or mind if not both.]
Children don't take to organization or following directions well. They also don't listen to adults well. Believe me, we have tried to organize more than once. Their leadership, as you call them, consists of a young girl who is too self-sacrificing for her own good, a young man who fancies himself a human shield because he can regenerate, and another girl who has a good head on her shoulders, but seems to think the best used of her time right now is smashing windows. Usually, they will at least listen to the advice of the adults in the city who have military experience like Garviel and I, but right now? Good luck.
[Diarmuid huffs under his breath, crossing his arms loosely over his chest.]
We usually don't have enough people to dedicate to evacuating the injured. We all fight the best we can and protect those who cannot. I don't like it, but its worked so far.
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Then, agreeably, but not looking at Diarmuid:]
If you feel nothing more can be done, we have nothing more we need to talk about.
[he wonders why the adults aren't in charge, tho.]
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That's it? Not to sound rude, but I was kind of hoping after all that, you would at least have a few ideas of your own that might work.
[He hasn't given up on organization, but he really doesn't know what else to try.]
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[A pause. He taps his finger against the pages of his book.]
I should clarify: my experience is limited. To war.
Ergo, I need a group with some receptivity to orders to start with. If your numbers cannot work as a unit, or if your leadership carries no real weight, I can say very little.
[...]
If you want an alternative to me, we are in a library.
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[Instead of constantly having to spend what little downtime they have patching back together those who mean well, but don't know when to fall back and let others work.]
I don't know if I feel comfortable holing up in a library with so much currently going on. I will come back when this is done.
[And pray they somehow manage to muddle their way through this just has they have done in the past.]