Ceci n'est pas un Chevalier

[coeurdulyon]

WHO: Lucien Amour Lyon du Lyon (The Lionheart) and YOU!
WHAT: The arrival of a famed Chevalier (and catch-all)
WHEN: mid to late Drakonis
WHERE: Kirkwall & The Gallows etc
NOTES: Feel free to make up stories you've heard about this legendary knight, he casts a looooong shadow.

i. reporting for duty [closed to div heads]

ia. flint
[ Diligence is due when Lucien returns with Marcoulf and Ellis, and because diligence is a virtue of chivalry, its due must be paid. ]

Commander James Flint? [ His announcement is preceded by a rapping of knuckles on the door jamb and he stands in the doorway until admitted. ]

ib. yseult
[ It's well after Lucien has had the chance to bathe and dress himself as a member of society when he pays a visit to the Scoutmaster in her office. He knocks, waits to be admitted, and kisses the back of her hand at the crux of his courtly bow. ]

Chevalier du Lyon, à votre service.

ic. byerly
[ Once again, the polite knock-knock and waiting at the door to be admitted, very proper and polite and very much unlike a Chevalier, all-told. ]

Ambassador Rutyer, I presume?

id. thranduil and gwen
[ Lucien knocks on the door jamb to the Research Division Head office, folding his hands behind his back. ]

Provost Baudin?

ii. some things to clear up [closed to salvio]

[ The Seneschal's office is the last stop on Lucien's unofficial tour of the Gallows, but perhaps one of the most important, overall. Yes, it's important to introduce himself to the leadership here, but getting himself declared alive again is also rather important. ]

Seneschal Salvio Pizzicagnolo? I wonder if I might beg your assistance in an administrative matter.

iii. il n'y a pas de feu

[ Wildcard, come one, come all! ]

Comments

[cozen]

[ Bastien smiles—the wide reflexive kind that stands in for a laugh. ]

I am sure I will, sooner or later. We do a lot of camping.

[ With someone else he might offer a hand. With a Chevalier, he's already exhausted his capacity for public displays of presumption by sitting down uninvited, so he ducks his head and gestures in a more casual echo of a bow. ]

Bastien. It is an honor to meet you.

[coeurdulyon]

[ Lucien echoes the echo, perhaps a tad playfully. ]

The honor is mine, Bastien. A formal introduction would take far too long so if you like, you can simply call me Lucien.

[cozen]

I can try.

[ Wincingly. As if the impropriety might be asking too much of him. As if he has never nudged a chevalier's unattended boots beneath the stream of his horse's piss. ]

Will you be with us very long?

[coeurdulyon]

For the foreseeable future, at least. The Code is a little...ambiguous about debts of honor and how long they last.

[ As if he'd try to get out of it if he could. He would never. It's hard enough to joke about it. ]

[cozen]

An indentured servitude of honor, [ Bastien suggests, stirring his mushy stew. ] I heard that you were here, but not why—what happened?

[coeurdulyon]

[ Lucien makes a deep, ponderous, intrinsically Orlesian noise. ]

Am I correct to assume that you'd prefer the long story over the short one?

[cozen]

Infinitely.

[coeurdulyon]

Well, it begins as most tales of this kind: with a battle.

[cozen]

At the front?

[coeurdulyon]

[ He nods. ]

In the thick of it. We were, for a time, evenly matched.