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zenderael_mmo2013-02-06 01:22 am
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Ezra/Nadir Solo // Information Session
Who: Ezra and Nadir
When: Late Wednesday night, 29/06
Where: Ezra's office/Nadir's place
Before/After: n/a
Warnings: it's these two, have some swears.
Time for some facetime chat!
"I thought the no-hair look was weird, but I take it back. You look stranger with."
Ezra scowled at Nadir over the tablet showing him the spellsword's face. He had a couple of retorts to that, but held them back, realizing that anything he could sling back had been of his own choosing anyway. A slow smirk appeared before he broke into a grin. "Fuck you."
He saw Nadir make a lazy gesture of acceptance to the answer, probably having come to a similar conclusion himself, knowing he'd won that round. He set to rubbing his chin instead. "So you've heard, I take it."
"Haven't had much of a choice. Can't imagine what the dragon post office looks like. I've had half of its workers in my office today. The Vahishta's had the other half." He didn't like dragons. Really, he didn't. Their stupidity was a bias of his though; he still wasn't quite over Bastan in that regard, either. Luckily, Cuthbert had been there to help keep the numbers down. He had yet to answer any of the letters. "Christ, I knew she was dumb, but this really takes it. The only backup she's got is what she's got with her. Everea as a whole is in no position to deal with a power mad monarch, nevermind one that hasn't given a crap about it since she warped over."
"She has been a little negligent on that account," Nadir said, glancing aside at something out of Ezra's sight. Something on the laptop, he assumed. "It looks a bit like a standoff right now. You sure you can't just take away guild status...?"
"Doesn't work that way, unfortunately." Disgruntled? A little. "Though if she keeps on the way she is, she'll have a couple of them losing status anyway."
"It could definitely turn violent. She's been playing it nice up until now, but Medena's solstice was the last straw, it seems. Instead of being helpful about it, she's just going on blaming everyone about what happened. Which wasn't much, really."
"It could have been worse and wasn't, is what you mean."
"They're going to have to get used to a lot more than a solstice party once everything settles," Nadir told him in a distracted tone, reading through another article. "It was pretty tame, all things considered. Got myself some nice herbs for tossing a bouquet into the fire, too. Think I'll hold on to them for a bit."
"Couldn't get away from solstice parties anywhere around here this time around."
"You don't sound too upset by that...?"
"Eh? What? No, what? No. What, should I be? Doesn't mean a damn thing to me."
"Mmhm."
"Like I don't have better things to worry about than a campfire. We're- ah, fuck off!" Ezra snapped at a dragon as it landed beside him on his desk, not even of a mind to feel sorry as it gave him a sad look. Muttering to himself, he ripped off a piece of his sandwich and fed it to the dragon anyway before taking the paper. "...I'm going to have to deal with this somehow or it's not going to stop. The Vahishta and I are going to have a meeting in a bit to discuss this. Got any articles you can send me to show him?"
"Sure, been compiling a few already. Some opinion pieces, a couple of local news stories, articles and videos... political cartoon..."
"Ooh, send that."
"Done and... done."
"Thanks. We'll pen something up once we go through all of this. Too bad there's no one to make sure she gets it. I bet she'll turn away pretty much everyone who tries."
"That's been the theme so far."
"How did she even become queen anyway?"
A long pause met the question, which Ezra had considered rhetorical anyway. He looked at Nadir's thoughtful expression. "...what?"
"...I have no idea," the spellsword said, glancing at him before back to something else on his screen. "Can't remember her history for the life of me. Anyway, best rein in her and fast."
Ezra tried not to make a face while the facetime program was open. Of course- he hadn't given a damn himself about Omid. Nadir's knowledge would be sketchy at best, and apparently he hadn't thought to go digging for it himself. "We've got a few tricks up our sleeve. It's getting her to see them in action that's the problem."
"Khshathra's here someplace. Don't know who it is yet?"
"Not a fuckin' clue. Might not matter. We'll be sending a letter soon enough."
"Can't help, unfortunately. Not where I've had my attention."
"Reality TV?"
"Fuck you, Amos."
Ezra grinned a little, but didn't say anything about it. "All right, keep me updated. I'm off. Good to see you again, Kahil."
"Get some sleep, kid."
"Only when I'm dead."
The call ended. Ezra looked at the screen a moment, suddenly, sharply homesick. He pushed it down and stood up, trying not to think about how death wasn't necessarily the end and how much he'd been changing and not changing and how he really wouldn't be that much less alone even if he were back on Earth.
Sighing, he slipped the tablet into his military jacket, the best place he had for it for the short trips between his and the Vahishta's offices. Time to draft some letters.
When: Late Wednesday night, 29/06
Where: Ezra's office/Nadir's place
Before/After: n/a
Warnings: it's these two, have some swears.
Time for some facetime chat!
"I thought the no-hair look was weird, but I take it back. You look stranger with."
Ezra scowled at Nadir over the tablet showing him the spellsword's face. He had a couple of retorts to that, but held them back, realizing that anything he could sling back had been of his own choosing anyway. A slow smirk appeared before he broke into a grin. "Fuck you."
He saw Nadir make a lazy gesture of acceptance to the answer, probably having come to a similar conclusion himself, knowing he'd won that round. He set to rubbing his chin instead. "So you've heard, I take it."
"Haven't had much of a choice. Can't imagine what the dragon post office looks like. I've had half of its workers in my office today. The Vahishta's had the other half." He didn't like dragons. Really, he didn't. Their stupidity was a bias of his though; he still wasn't quite over Bastan in that regard, either. Luckily, Cuthbert had been there to help keep the numbers down. He had yet to answer any of the letters. "Christ, I knew she was dumb, but this really takes it. The only backup she's got is what she's got with her. Everea as a whole is in no position to deal with a power mad monarch, nevermind one that hasn't given a crap about it since she warped over."
"She has been a little negligent on that account," Nadir said, glancing aside at something out of Ezra's sight. Something on the laptop, he assumed. "It looks a bit like a standoff right now. You sure you can't just take away guild status...?"
"Doesn't work that way, unfortunately." Disgruntled? A little. "Though if she keeps on the way she is, she'll have a couple of them losing status anyway."
"It could definitely turn violent. She's been playing it nice up until now, but Medena's solstice was the last straw, it seems. Instead of being helpful about it, she's just going on blaming everyone about what happened. Which wasn't much, really."
"It could have been worse and wasn't, is what you mean."
"They're going to have to get used to a lot more than a solstice party once everything settles," Nadir told him in a distracted tone, reading through another article. "It was pretty tame, all things considered. Got myself some nice herbs for tossing a bouquet into the fire, too. Think I'll hold on to them for a bit."
"Couldn't get away from solstice parties anywhere around here this time around."
"You don't sound too upset by that...?"
"Eh? What? No, what? No. What, should I be? Doesn't mean a damn thing to me."
"Mmhm."
"Like I don't have better things to worry about than a campfire. We're- ah, fuck off!" Ezra snapped at a dragon as it landed beside him on his desk, not even of a mind to feel sorry as it gave him a sad look. Muttering to himself, he ripped off a piece of his sandwich and fed it to the dragon anyway before taking the paper. "...I'm going to have to deal with this somehow or it's not going to stop. The Vahishta and I are going to have a meeting in a bit to discuss this. Got any articles you can send me to show him?"
"Sure, been compiling a few already. Some opinion pieces, a couple of local news stories, articles and videos... political cartoon..."
"Ooh, send that."
"Done and... done."
"Thanks. We'll pen something up once we go through all of this. Too bad there's no one to make sure she gets it. I bet she'll turn away pretty much everyone who tries."
"That's been the theme so far."
"How did she even become queen anyway?"
A long pause met the question, which Ezra had considered rhetorical anyway. He looked at Nadir's thoughtful expression. "...what?"
"...I have no idea," the spellsword said, glancing at him before back to something else on his screen. "Can't remember her history for the life of me. Anyway, best rein in her and fast."
Ezra tried not to make a face while the facetime program was open. Of course- he hadn't given a damn himself about Omid. Nadir's knowledge would be sketchy at best, and apparently he hadn't thought to go digging for it himself. "We've got a few tricks up our sleeve. It's getting her to see them in action that's the problem."
"Khshathra's here someplace. Don't know who it is yet?"
"Not a fuckin' clue. Might not matter. We'll be sending a letter soon enough."
"Can't help, unfortunately. Not where I've had my attention."
"Reality TV?"
"Fuck you, Amos."
Ezra grinned a little, but didn't say anything about it. "All right, keep me updated. I'm off. Good to see you again, Kahil."
"Get some sleep, kid."
"Only when I'm dead."
The call ended. Ezra looked at the screen a moment, suddenly, sharply homesick. He pushed it down and stood up, trying not to think about how death wasn't necessarily the end and how much he'd been changing and not changing and how he really wouldn't be that much less alone even if he were back on Earth.
Sighing, he slipped the tablet into his military jacket, the best place he had for it for the short trips between his and the Vahishta's offices. Time to draft some letters.