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threesecrets[This post probably comes after a very tense reunion, but the surly mood isn't actually from the fallout.]
I guess I'm back now, since that's a fucking thing that happens here. I thought more time would have passed here, but apparently I didn't even miss Christmas. The Agrii strike me as more into Mummers than Caroling, though.
[You're forgiven if you don't place him at first. His hair is buzzed close to his skull, and all that softness has been hollowed out. Everything about him is a warning, like bright stripes on a snake. He wears a worn-in leather jacket, with a fleur-de-lis or maybe just talons crawling up against his neck above his collar. He has more muscle on him now than he did before, a couple inches in height though that's hard to tell by video. The blue eyes are the only thing that's the same, but they sit differently in his face-- sharp and cold, piercing like a winter storm.
There is a juvenile raven that is not appearing in this video, as Ronan doesn't want her to hear his bad language. But Chainsaw is bright-eyed and inquisitive, and doesn't seem to approve of her exclusion. Namely, she's resorted to crying kerah in her rather un-melodic raven's voice, rather like a child demanding their parents' attention.]
But, whatever. I am going to deal with this bullshit by choosing to go get shitfaced. As they say: optimum est pati quod emendare non possis.
[Which means "it is best to endure what you can't change", for everyone with helpful translations to Ronan's intentionally opaque Latin quotations.]
And if any of you assholes want to join me-- Well, invitation's open, but no nerds allowed. Maybe we can set shit on fire and call it a party.
[He grins before ending the feed, but it's a flash of teeth and it feels almost more like a threat -- but then everything about Ronan seems like that now. He can indeed be found at the bar, or around Temba with either a dreamt bottle of whiskey or just bad ideas, depending on when you catch him.]
I guess I'm back now, since that's a fucking thing that happens here. I thought more time would have passed here, but apparently I didn't even miss Christmas. The Agrii strike me as more into Mummers than Caroling, though.
[You're forgiven if you don't place him at first. His hair is buzzed close to his skull, and all that softness has been hollowed out. Everything about him is a warning, like bright stripes on a snake. He wears a worn-in leather jacket, with a fleur-de-lis or maybe just talons crawling up against his neck above his collar. He has more muscle on him now than he did before, a couple inches in height though that's hard to tell by video. The blue eyes are the only thing that's the same, but they sit differently in his face-- sharp and cold, piercing like a winter storm.
There is a juvenile raven that is not appearing in this video, as Ronan doesn't want her to hear his bad language. But Chainsaw is bright-eyed and inquisitive, and doesn't seem to approve of her exclusion. Namely, she's resorted to crying kerah in her rather un-melodic raven's voice, rather like a child demanding their parents' attention.]
But, whatever. I am going to deal with this bullshit by choosing to go get shitfaced. As they say: optimum est pati quod emendare non possis.
[Which means "it is best to endure what you can't change", for everyone with helpful translations to Ronan's intentionally opaque Latin quotations.]
And if any of you assholes want to join me-- Well, invitation's open, but no nerds allowed. Maybe we can set shit on fire and call it a party.
[He grins before ending the feed, but it's a flash of teeth and it feels almost more like a threat -- but then everything about Ronan seems like that now. He can indeed be found at the bar, or around Temba with either a dreamt bottle of whiskey or just bad ideas, depending on when you catch him.]
