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

[rowancrowned]

( idly, thranduil twists a ring on his finger. he can feel gwenaelle's heartbeat hammering through it; he has not yet had time to assign a feeling to the specific tempo other than strong.

forces is good. it means he's primarily flint's problem, and thranduil approves of flint's thoroughness. )

And may I ask how you and my wife know one another?

[elegiaque]

( piqued at having her extremely good suggestions ignored by both of them— )

We don't. But one of Celene's most famous— ( the sarcastic tildes that would turn this into 'infamous' are almost visible hovering in the air around the word, ) —chevaliers doesn't need to be introduced to people.

Murderers very rarely formally introduce themselves to their victims, I understand.

[coeurdulyon]

I can see that my presence here distresses you, Madame Baudin, so unless you have specific victims you wish I should introduce myself to, I won't impose upon you any longer.

[ He shouldn't have said that. Why did he say that? He turns to Thranduil and nods his head in a clipped bow. ]

Provost.

[ And he turns on his heel, headed for the door. ]

[rowancrowned]

A pleasure to meet you, ( he says, mildly enough, to lucien's back.

he's still not accustomed to that. then, to gwenaelle:)

I am once again rendered ignorant by the circumstances of my arrival. Enlighten me?

[elegiaque]

( the burning look that follows lucien out the door transfers, promptly, back to her husband with incredulity: )

No the fuck you aren't. You forgot Halamshiral?

[rowancrowned]

I am not that old. ( tart. )

No. Does he have a reputation beyond that? Incidents at court, leads I might follow- if he was offered anything in Corypheus' captivity, what would be sufficient to sway him? What makes a chevalier so reputedly devoted come to us, and not her front lines, when we are...

( his nose wrinkles. )

Well. What we are.

[elegiaque]

You're the Provost of Research, ( she snaps, gathering up her sewing and basket and whistling, sharply, to bring hardie to his feet. ) Make yourself useful, why don't you, and fucking research it if 'murdering sack of shit' is somehow not enough for you.

( it is safe to say by her mood that it's enough for her.

hardie precedes her into the bedroom; she slams the door behind them. )