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

[heirring]

[She laughs. It's another strangled, honking sound muffled only by the set of her hand at her cheek. A morbid sense of humor - how charming.]

[assistente]

[Is it a jest? Salvio doesn't get it. But it is said so smoothly and politely and finely that he laughs too, joining in with Poppell. His is of a less honking quality, more rapid and fluttering, and it ends very quickly.]

Yes-- yes. I, um. Yes. Well, we-- we will assign you accommodations, while you are with us, and-- and the usual starting items. Supplies. Um. Meant to-- to fill out what you might have already brought with you.

Um, Poppell, have you-- the housing form?

[coeurdulyon]

[ He nods his head in a small, grateful bow. What he brought with him consists of his sword, his shield, and himself. ]

[heirring]

Oh, uh— [She snaps up.] Yes of course. Just give me a moment. There is a veritable gamut of paperwork, and I am in the middle of reworking the whole onboarding packet as we discussed, Seneschal—

[A flurry of papers follows, culminating in Wysteria swarming up to the desk and the soft slap of a series of pages being set before their most esteemed guest— er. New recruit?]

If there isn't enough room for you to fill out the forms here, you are most welcome to sit at my desk for however long you like. Require. For however long you require.

[Her desk must be the one papered in teetering stacks of to-be-filed documents.]