[CLOSED] You think that all your time is used

[archademode]

WHO: Gabranth, Byerly, Derrica, Diana, Barrow, potentially tba
WHAT: local man has bills to pay, time to take on 100 low level quests
WHEN: catch-all, consider it fairly current with a little give
WHERE: Gallows, Lowtown, tbd
NOTES: catch-all for threads involving (1) millenial judge magister in need of jobs + bonus horsegirl chapter + old men fights

Comments

[archademode]

....children.

[bouchonne]

Children, yes. Do you have them where you're from?

[archademode]

[There is something so, so dry in his given answer.]

I was responsible for the protection and training of Prince Larsa Solidor for the majority of his young life.

[If something similar is in play here, he does at least carry a suitable record— though even before reaching age twelve the boy was infinitely more capable than most adults.

And triply so if that adult happens to be Benedict Artemaeus.]

[bouchonne]

[ A gasp of delight. ]

The Maker smiles upon us! You were the perfect man for the job all along, and I didn't even know it!

Byerly, you are a professional menace

[archademode]

Fate would favor us both, it seems.

[Does he seem a little taller in that moment? His chin held higher by degrees?

An eternity of time spent apart from old habits has done nothing to curb his longing for the simplicity of them: orders leading to the promise of commendation, a cyclical flow that turned even the most taxing morality into a simple, translatable exchange. But instead of baring that, he simply stays the worst of his instincts. Limits it to that minute difference in posture, and nothing more.]

These children, then. Those you would have me safeguard [for surely that is the whole of this by his estimation] they are of great importance.

gabranth is just so easy to torment.

[bouchonne]

[ By nods thoughtfully. ]

All children are important.

[ that's not an answer. ]

legitimately canon, pls place F in chat for him

[archademode]

Yet those are not what I've not been asked to guard.

[Unless all children will, in fact, be gathered at noon tomorrow at whatever address he's been told to head towards.

In which case yes, he will very much guard All Children.]

[bouchonne]

Yet. It sounds like that might be your duty next time.

[archademode]

Too steep a challenge for one man, I think.

[He's a Judge, after all. Not a tickle-me-elmo.]

[bouchonne]

Perhaps. There are quite a few children out in the world, I fancy.

These ones are orphans.

[archademode]

[Ah.

For a brief pause, there’s only the solidity of heavy silence stuck between them. Ivalice knew orphans in a way that bordered on critical at times, and Gabranth—

Well.

He takes up the leather kit resting at his side, moving to rise. He isn’t angry— not visibly, or in truth— not even if this exchange happened to be a game of sorts for Byerly himself, if only because of the end result. The task at hand.]

Rest assured they’ll know security, for once in their lives.

[And then, with one last little nod, he moves to take his leave.]