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Posting Speed: Hopefully around once a week.

Characters Involved: Raven Basilard and Pavel

Thread starting date: 122PW, Winter

Location: Figuring it out

Summary:

Other Notes: Nothing yet!

Ferric leaned back, raising his left arm in front of his chest. His voice became uncharacteristically defensive. “Everything I’ve done has been for the benefit of others.”

He rolled his shoulders again. “Besides… if the screening was better, Sisara never would have made it in. I’ve got her pegged ...

Ferric stopped laughing immediately at her hostile response. “…It seems I’ve misstepped. I apologize.” He frowned, and though his eyes narrowed he was looking ambiguously in Odelina’s direction instead of directly at her. He took a deep breath and the edge of his lip twisted contemplatively.

In a ...

Despite his best efforts, Ferric couldn’t help but continue to smile. He was sure she wanted to be taken seriously, but that was too much. The result was a twisted grin that looked like he was in a bit of pain. Through gritted teeth, he jovially told her, “You have no idea how endearing your ...

“Hah!” Ferric boomed, his face splitting into a wide grin. “Take it from me, we bastards are the last people in the world to be willing to send ourselves to Theogios. It’s the righteous ones who insist on dying for a cause; they’re the real danger.”

He paused as his mirth died, letting his laughter ...

“Oh, I don’t think it’s anything so dramatic as that,” Ferric reassured her, “Just that they’ll need to dump honors and promotions on whoever works out the perpetrator. Imagine if they had to do that for some Eyropan. Hah! It’d be a disaster.”

He smiled sweetly at Odelina, “And not just because ...

I apologize for Ferric's stubborn refusal to get to the point. All he really wants is a friendly conversation.

Ferric inhaled sharply, as if she had just said something offensive. His muscles tightened and his shoulders rolled forward. As if in anticipation of trouble, his overall appearance had become more considerably more defensive.

“While I’m glad to see you don’t consider place of birth a factor…” He ...

Ferric’s lips momentarily straightened. His eyes narrowed slightly. The fatherly disappointment lasted only a fraction of a moment, passing so quickly one could be forgiven for wondering if they imagined his irritation.

He slouched a bit in the chair, letting his head rest on the arms he had ...

"To the best of my knowledge, I can't for the life of me recall a time I've ever wronged you. Yet here we are, with you radiating hostility like an angry boar." He paused for effect, tilting his head sideways, "So, again... what did I do?"

I hope you don't mind small posts. This is going to be a pretty conversational thread, what with Odelina sitting in a bed and Ferric in a chair, and us having only one small room to work with.

“Nah, I don’t really need anything. Although…” He responded easily. There hadn’t been much thought put into such a quick response, but the confidence he radiated assured one that his words were never to be regarded as mistakes. He tilted his head a bit downwards, as if simply continuing the ...

“The silent treatment?” Ferric pondered aloud. He wore a gentle smile far removed from his usual smug grins. It would have implied understanding were it not for a raised eyebrow and his next statement, absurd in its audacity yet said with complete authenticity: “I must confess, I’m not certain what ...

Yeup, I posted. Link to the thread is above!

I might edit my first post a bit once I know what state Odelina is in when Ferric walks into her room.