aye i feel the very same about them twould be of no surprise if there was yet some curse attached to our revival
[Aaw Big Boss, are you gonna help an elf out?]
worry not my friend you are not being one however as i loath to admit it i honestly do not or at least i cannot say i have ever used one of these devices ere my arrival
[And sure enough, he wastes no time making his way to spire 3. He has little idea what to look for, since he's never seen Big Boss before, but he himself should be pretty easy to spot at least. With being 6'8, dressed in chainmail, and those pointy ears and silvery-blue hair...]
[just like one of my japanese animes john, for once, does not keep anyone waiting and arrives to the spire shortly after the commander. unlike haurchefant's naturally extravagant self, big boss really doesn't stand out from the crowd, which is sort of the point. the only noteworthy thing about him is his eye-patch, but he's otherwise dressed in normal, olive drab fatigues. there's a pistol strapped to his leg, a knife strapped to his waist, and a bow over his shoulder, with arrows to accompany it.
standing at just a little over 6 foot, john has to tilt his head back to actually look at the guy's face.]
I'm guessing you're Commander Haurchefant.
[he says the name perfectly, french accent only marred by his naturally gravelly voice.]
[When John speaks, Haurchefant turns his full attention to him, a smile spreading across his features. He does give him a look over, and for all he may not look special, he certainly does carry with him the air a man who has had his share of battles. Haurchefant well knows the swagger of a man with a military history.
While he's a little impressed at his perfect punctuation, he doesn't make it apparent. But it is nice to have at least someone say his name right.]
Aye, that I am. Though I confess my title means naught here, so merely Haurchefant will do—I am not one to rest on formalities as it is, anyroad.
[And then he bows.]
'Tis a right pleasure to meet you proper, my friend.
Just giving respect where it's due. [big boss had never been one about titles, either, going only by 'boss' and 'sir' when absolutely necessary. although there had been one man who managed to turn a stiff title into an almost affectionate nickname.
that was neither nor there. anyway.]
But I understand. [when haurchefant finishes his bow, john nods his head in answer.] Sorry, not the bowing type. Follow me upstairs, I've got some stuff to drop off. [john raises a heavy-looking backpack in his hand up, his spoils for the day, before heading inside the spire.]
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[haurchefant you tried so hard....]
Hey, not trying to be an asshole, but do you know how to use your phone?
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[Aaw Big Boss, are you gonna help an elf out?]
worry not my friend you are not being one however as i loath to admit it i honestly do not or at least i cannot say i have ever used one of these devices ere my arrival
is it so obvious that i am a novice/
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Yeah, it is, but you never used one before. Not your fault. Want some help learning it?
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that would be splendid my friend any help at all would be a right blessing1
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[in case this peppy elf doesn't understand how to tell who the texts are coming from]
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ah i believe we have spoken once before if i am not mistaken/ i cannot say i am aptly busy presently
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Alright. I can come meet you now, if you want?
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after all you are being so generous to help me with this device
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[And sure enough, he wastes no time making his way to spire 3. He has little idea what to look for, since he's never seen Big Boss before, but he himself should be pretty easy to spot at least. With being 6'8, dressed in chainmail, and those pointy ears and silvery-blue hair...]
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just like one of my japanese animesjohn, for once, does not keep anyone waiting and arrives to the spire shortly after the commander. unlike haurchefant's naturally extravagant self, big boss really doesn't stand out from the crowd, which is sort of the point. the only noteworthy thing about him is his eye-patch, but he's otherwise dressed in normal, olive drab fatigues. there's a pistol strapped to his leg, a knife strapped to his waist, and a bow over his shoulder, with arrows to accompany it.standing at just a little over 6 foot, john has to tilt his head back to actually look at the guy's face.]
I'm guessing you're Commander Haurchefant.
[he says the name perfectly, french accent only marred by his naturally gravelly voice.]
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While he's a little impressed at his perfect punctuation, he doesn't make it apparent. But it is nice to have at least someone say his name right.]
Aye, that I am. Though I confess my title means naught here, so merely Haurchefant will do—I am not one to rest on formalities as it is, anyroad.
[And then he bows.]
'Tis a right pleasure to meet you proper, my friend.
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that was neither nor there. anyway.]
But I understand. [when haurchefant finishes his bow, john nods his head in answer.] Sorry, not the bowing type. Follow me upstairs, I've got some stuff to drop off. [john raises a heavy-looking backpack in his hand up, his spoils for the day, before heading inside the spire.]