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azuremagma) wrote2016-09-25 09:59 pm
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In front of a cafe, sipping on a hot drink, you may see Cyril, pen in hand and scribbling notes. Unlike the last time you might have seen Cyril, he looks... put together. Probably moreso than he has in a while. His hair is the obnoxious 'trimmed but I'm wearing it messy anyway', face clean shaven, and his eyes seem to be a rather intense blue. But, most bizarrely, he's dressed in ancient Babylonian-esque clothes, dyed brilliant blues and purple.
If looked at closer, he's leaving small scorch marks on his cup and pen. Occasionally he will look up from his notes and look around, as if he's nervous or waiting for something. Maybe it's you! It's probably not you, but you should bother him anyway, he probably hasn't seen anyone in months.
If looked at closer, he's leaving small scorch marks on his cup and pen. Occasionally he will look up from his notes and look around, as if he's nervous or waiting for something. Maybe it's you! It's probably not you, but you should bother him anyway, he probably hasn't seen anyone in months.
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"Ya guys still at war with that ape fuck? Or is this a different asshole? I'd offer, uh. Somethin', but I'm afraid yer lookin' at my entire kingdom at the moment."
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::Shakes her head, her hair bouncing back and forth.::
No, we're not at war.
It's more... I believe the euphemism that works here is "Dick measuring contest".
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I am the top. The issue is they've all rightfully earned their positions. If I went on a bloody revolution, I'd be mad as Zeman and quite possibly showing myself to be corrupted by the Forces of Darkness.
They'd have the basis to pull a coup on me, instead.
::Says this with the exasperated tone of a teenager who just wants to go hang out at the mall.::
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"Do they realize what they're doin' ta the common people?"
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They're not doing a thing other than being annoying.
It's just petty complaining and arguing that Green Phantom King has no right to be growing his garden in so-and-so because it infringes on the delicate Black Woods of the Owl Hermit of the Black Forest.
All the while I have to listen to it all.
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"See, this is why I never sat in on that shit. An' the problem with kingdoms in peace-time. If ya've got a war machine goin', it's all that's on yer mind an' people in yer kingdom are feedin' it, makin' sure e'ryone's fed. Ain't any o' this petty shit. Do ya even arbitrate this shit? Anyone care 'bout yer 'pinion at all?"
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Yes, I arbitrate it. But I feel like I'm being ignored more and more, to be honest. Maybe it's because I couldn't care less.
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It would go against the rules.
So what are you doing with yourself, Prince?
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He frowns at that.
"Endiku's 'round 'ere though! Holy fuck I thought she was dead, but she's 'ERE an' I got a date I'm waitin' on. ...think it's a date."
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::Sits herself down.::
A date? One so long lived as yourself and you're plucky like a new acolyte because of a Date, sire?
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He pauses, tapping his cigarette out.
"'s jus' kinda refreshin', honestly. Dun gotta worry 'bout jus' missin' someone, dun gotta worry about 'oh she's married Cyril stop having this weird identity crisis you idiot.'"
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"Ennie"?
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That name sounds familiar...
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Not ringing any bells beyond the name, sorry, sire.
I suppose I should get going soon.