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ʟᴇᴏ ([personal profile] pragma) wrote in [community profile] pawnstorm2016-10-10 05:27 pm

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Who: Leo & other people
When: October
Where: Various places
What: This is a catch all log for October things
Rating: G?? Most likely.
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[personal profile] dragoonage 2016-10-12 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The knocks are heard, but not from his room. See, Estinien doesn't really like to share bedrooms with people—while the dragoons all stayed in the Congregation of Our Knights Most Heavenly (he didn't name the place, thank the Holy See for that mouthful) he's always had good excuses to leave.

"Alberic needs assistance in the Observatorium." (name shortened for my sanity)

"Svara is terrorising Camp Dragonhead again." (of course this one gets a normal name)

"Nidhogg's eyes are burning holes into Daniffen's Collar, I must break into the Vault and steal the Eye and then run around Coerthas with it." (he regrets this one)

"The Warrior of Light thinks we should talk to the dragons, and while that is a fool's idea, I like pissing off the Holy See so I'm willing to try it." (some regrets were had, but in general it went somewhat okay.)

"Also the Warrior of Light says we need this evil dragon eyeball to blow a hole through a barrier, so I need to go where there are computers and robots." (he's going to regret this one eventually)

In the end, he wasn't in his room. But he was coming up the stairs at the time of the knock, preparing to stuff his new clothing in the chest for storage. He stops when he sees Leo, raising an eyebrow. ]


Waiting for someone?

[ He might have forgotten the letter, actually. He probably dismissed it as something that was sent out of some weird form of politeness, never to be acted upon. ]
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[personal profile] dragoonage 2016-10-20 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ ...right.

He absolutely remembers this, and doesn't at all frown slightly as he definitely doesn't try to remember.

Okay, he does, and he doesn't remember for but a split second before he lets out a brief laugh. ]


Ah, you were serious about that? I would be given those often, and very rarely did they mean anything. [ No, Estinien, you just fucking rejected them all. ] If I said yes, that should be your answer.

[ If he's honest, it's good timing. He's hungry. ]
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[personal profile] dragoonage 2016-10-31 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ it's ok he'll probably just fuckin tell him one day...a blunt lying little bitch. ]

I was. I've grown tired of others harassing me about wearing armour all day, so I've caved and [ lifting up the pile. ] bought something that is supposedly more suitable.

[ That he might not ever actually wear, who knows—ah, but this is a lunch outing... maybe he should actually change into them already. ]

Have you experienced military rations before? As long as it's not that offensive, I'll be overjoyed.

[ Not that he complains too much about Ishgard's food problem—the city has been under siege for a thousand years—but man, he cannot get enough of the actual food. With real taste. ]
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i love leo.... so much...... i'm sorry i'm so slow

[personal profile] dragoonage 2016-11-12 10:59 am (UTC)(link)
Not in a place such as this.

[ It's... he can't say it's safe here, because there are so many unknowns; Ishgard he knew, he was familiar with all of the crannies and dark corners of the city in the sky, and he knew the highlands even more. Where there were dragons, he still felt more comfortable than he ever could here. However, he knows there's no reason to be decked out in armour here.

If he were sleeping among the stars in Coerthas, as safe and familiar as it is to him, that would be an entirely other story.

...and he'd have to sleep on his face, considering his normal armour is similar to a porcupine. ]


I've heard of it. Good things, mostly. [ His stance shifts, and he's leaning a hand on his hip. ] If you'll allow me a moment, I'll go shove these away.

[ Yeah, he's just planning on shoving them all into a disarrayed pile in the section under his bed. If he's just going to wear them, and thus rumple them up, later what's the point of setting them up nicely?? ]