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eachdraidh2014-08-20 08:52 pm
caditquaestio) wrote in eachdraidh2014-08-20 08:52 pm
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[ It's all misery footage, Caer Glaem in paltry glory: rammed gates, scratched walls, torn stone, upturned soil, roughened up trees. The locket's coverage pauses on each 'tourist attraction' from a high vantage point, briefly stumbling on hands that are exceedingly worn, blistered and bitten. ]
What has... what's... wrought this? How many dead does the court mourn, how many supplies were lost to - to enemy unknown?
[ A pause, then less startled, slightly cold. ]
...how do they wish us to make war upon each other, if they give siege first? Not the finest general, not the most accomplished tactician can devise strategy against Anaximander's unknown. Not Caesar - Caesar, who had little gain from the Gauls without paying the blood price, but at least he knew what enemy lay in wait.
And we? Look here. Remember this next you think the time is nigh to fight well and fight fairly: we are not armed with weapon or knowledge. We are played for puppets, and when our masters go without their laughs, our strings are cut.
[ Muttered. ]
'Lawkamercyme'. Hah. We do not even know what the word means, or who gave it to us for the telling.
[ ooc: ...and lo, amuch belated, for RL KO'd, APOLOGIES! wild intruder appears in the Seelie court! He's given up his war declaration in favour of sheer horror at Ariadne's mad interior decorating skillz. Those who'd like to run into a Borgia need but look for the 'worker' who's... probably... holding... the tools by the wrong end. ]
What has... what's... wrought this? How many dead does the court mourn, how many supplies were lost to - to enemy unknown?
[ A pause, then less startled, slightly cold. ]
...how do they wish us to make war upon each other, if they give siege first? Not the finest general, not the most accomplished tactician can devise strategy against Anaximander's unknown. Not Caesar - Caesar, who had little gain from the Gauls without paying the blood price, but at least he knew what enemy lay in wait.
And we? Look here. Remember this next you think the time is nigh to fight well and fight fairly: we are not armed with weapon or knowledge. We are played for puppets, and when our masters go without their laughs, our strings are cut.
[ Muttered. ]
'Lawkamercyme'. Hah. We do not even know what the word means, or who gave it to us for the telling.
[ ooc: ...and lo, a
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But Oscar looks almost hurt at Cesare's supposition and there's a moment when he looks down to
poutpluck at a loose thread of his rolled up sleeves. ]Is it so easy to tell? [ he sighed and then simply shook his head and leaving his garment be. ] I'm afraid I'm no lord however, but just a man who helped out his brother from time to time. He's the real duke, I'm afraid, and not even a duke of this land.
[ and where that man went wrong Oscar still didn't know... Perhaps crazy just ran in the family! There is a history of it after all. ]
But it is good, that you have family. You must work hard to make your sister proud!
[ because family, even if one member was a dick, was family, and Oscar could do no less then cherish them.
He paused. ]
Ah, perhaps did you come here to recite a message? I wonder what news there is outside these castle walls... [ and a line creases his face for he's been full of unease since battle had suddenly descended on them so close just a month past. He had hoped for more time, not less. ]
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Yes. Very easy. Easy enough to spot even a spare son.
[ Especially among those of kin and kind, who can tell the amount of work that went in the stitching of Oscar's clothing, the finery of the cloth.
But, "news." He should have known it would be asked of him, however subtly. His voice caught in his throat at first, but he recovered some use for it. ]
What do you wish to know? You have friends among the Unseelie? Perhaps if you name them, I can give you their tidings.
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No, I'm afraid I can count none of the Unseelie among my friends.
[ now family is something else as is a passing acquaintance and Oscar's Mortal Enemy™ Vincent. ]
But I worry, a little. I see no reason why we're asked to commit to this war when we could live in peace instead and with no ill will born between us unlike the natives of this land. [ he glanced back to Cesare, earnest to a tea as he asks ] Peace is much more appealing then killing, isn't it, my friend?
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[ But he turned slowly to point out the castle, high and still sturdy, for all the creature's efforts - and beautiful. ]
But look there: do you think there can be magnificence without sweat and blood? Peace without the war to press it?