This old man

Rowen J. Ilbert. Conductor. Strategist. Culinary genius to be. [Crack/Serious RP blog ] [Affiliates with Tales of Idiots]

[ambimerc]

"H-Hey! What’s that supposed to mean!?"

[conductor-ilbert]

"Take it as you will, Ally. The likelihood is that you shall not summize an incorrect answer."

[ambimerc]

"Well aren’t you the bold one, Mister Conductor."

[conductor-ilbert]

"Ah, and you're as responsive as ever, I see. Some things never change."

[conductor-ilbert]

{outofmusic.} Hello, new followers!! It's a pleasure to have you here, thank you so much for the follow. I would like to make it clear before you get in too deep, that this is primarily a crack RP blog. I do sometimes do more serious things here, but this Rowen is a giant troll. You have been warned! If you're okay with that, wonderful! When do we start~?

[ambimerc]

"Unsightly business? You got me worried now."

[conductor-ilbert]

"Come now, this old geezer has some life in him yet. Please, do put it from your mind. It is no longer a concern. The only thing to do now is look forward. And might I say, the view ahead of me is rather divine."

[conductor-ilbert]

"My, it seems that I've spent so much time away from here, that it has aged almost as much as I have without me noticing. I do hope that you can forgive a senile old man."

[housesharil]

The weather was warm and pleasant, enticing Cline to leave the manor for a time. A few moments to himself would do no harm, surely. An amble through the front gardens soon led him into the central plaza, amidst the calls of merchants both permanent and traveling. Greeted with a variety of sights, he could see why Driselle was here so often. Walking through the crowds, appreciate the atmosphere, Cline was careless in watching his path.

"Oh, my apologies— Rowen!" He straightened himself from his bow. "I didn’t know you came here in your own free time as well."

[conductor-ilbert]

Ah, upon noting that it was his young Lord, the conductor only lowered his bow, holding position for a period before returning to his full height. Rowen looked down at himself, assuring that he was of a presentable nature before giving Lord Cline a soft smile, wrinkles deepening as he did so. "Lord Cline." He greeted kindly.

"I trust you're not hurt?" Rowen asked, though the collision was hardly one worthy of injury --it was his duty to assure his wellbeing. "The air here is far more active than in the manor, is it not? Such a stimulating atmosphere is oftentimes how I keep myself focused upon the tasks ahead." He explained, head canting to the side a little. "And yourself, my Lord?"

[conductor-ilbert]

The warm breeze swept along Sharilton, carrying the calls of the eager marketers and the quiet conversations of the townspeople along with it. A comfortable, bustling little hamlet. Rowen inhaled sharply through his nose, taking in the fresh air appreciatively with a smile across his aged features.

"Ah, forgive me." Rowen apologized, ducking into a low, polite bow. "I had not seen you there."

[conductor-ilbert]

Ohgosh, hello new followers! I would like to make it clear that this is fundamentally a trolling blog! Crack will be the main theme here --but that does not mean I am completely adverse to serious RP's if you would like!

Just thought I'd make a small PSA! Thank you for the follow though!

[restoredlionheart-blog]

Take me, but be gentle

"I would love to eat food off your body."

"Never in a million years am I saying that! Shove off you old creep!"

[conductor-ilbert]

    "My, my --I was expecting to win you round in the end, but I never dreamed you would warm to me so quickly. Well then, Master Leon --my body is ready for all of your culinary fantasies."

[sass-master-milla-blog]

*pokes Milla's cheek too*

"Hm? Oh, hello Rowen. What can I do for you?"

[sass-master-milla-blog]

"Nonsense. I am perfectly capable of making my own apologies. I just…"

"How does one apologize for calling someone a smelly human, jerk, boy, fake-king? And for…maybe giving someone a false impression of affections."

[conductor-ilbert]

"...That is quite a predicament you have cornered yourself into. Perhaps sincerity is the key here. And mayhaps some of those chocolate liqueurs he's rather fond of as a bribe present." 

[goldenheartmercenary]

-pokes Alvin's cheek-

"Rowen?" He blinked a couple times at the random poking, "W-What’s going on?"

[goldenheartmercenary]

"W…What?! See what?!"

[conductor-ilbert]

"It's nothing, Alvin --please, forget I said anything."

[sass-master-milla-blog]

*pokes Milla's cheek too*

"Hm? Oh, hello Rowen. What can I do for you?"

[sass-master-milla-blog]

"Ah…yes - that was very strange. I suppose if I were you, I would be relieved to see me back to my normal self. Oh - that reminds me…"

"I…might need to apologize to Gaius…" She says this, reluctantly. Both at the memory of what for and at the thought of the act itself. "And to you as well I think. I faintly remember climbing you."

[conductor-ilbert]

"Milla, I will formally apologize to King Gaius in your stead. And as for my own, please think nothing of it. It was refreshing to see such energy."

[goldenheartmercenary]

-pokes Alvin's cheek-

"Rowen?" He blinked a couple times at the random poking, "W-What’s going on?"

[goldenheartmercenary]

"Um…Rowen?"

[conductor-ilbert]

The Conductor stood upright, hands clasping behind his back as he executed perfect standing form, as per the norm. For a while, he simply stands there with a somewhat stern look upon his face.

"I see."

[sass-master-milla-blog]

*pokes Milla's cheek too*

"Hm? Oh, hello Rowen. What can I do for you?"

[conductor-ilbert]

"Why, the last time we spoke you were only as tall as my knee --It is good to see you back in your womanly form."

[conductor-ilbert]

One day this will be a serious RP blog.

[goldenheartmercenary]

-pokes Alvin's cheek-

"Rowen?" He blinked a couple times at the random poking, "W-What’s going on?"

[conductor-ilbert]

The Conductor seemed, for lack of a better word, concerned. And silently, he would poke the mercenary's cheek again.

[conductor-ilbert]

Alvin sighed a bit as he went to Sharilton Manor, scratching his head rather sheepishly at what he needed to do. Soon as he saw the butler in question, he gave the other an awkward wave at Rowen before walking up close, "First off, sorry about this but..." He closed the space between them and locked lips with the butler before pulling back slightly, knowing he was probably gonna have to give an explanation as to why.

Upon seeing Alvin, the Conductor gave his warmest smile --it was always a pleasure to have company, especially one as witty as yourself. It was rare that Rowen had a chance to use his silver-tongue around his Lady, and the mercenary had such a kindred mind to him. However, that seemed not to be the reason for his visit. My, how odd it was seeing him so sheepish.

A solitary, white brow raised, and he elected to skip the greeting for now, first wanting to hear what the mercenary had to say --the answer being very little before Alvin's lips were against his. There was a moment of surprise, of course. For all the things the Conductor could foresee, that certainly hadn't been one of them.

Perhaps he would get a chance to use that silver tongue after all.

Or so he thought just before the moment where Alivin pulled away. Rowen simply smirked wryly, hands clasping behind his aged back as they usually were as he gazed upon the rather unsteady-looking mercenary.

"My, my. Alvin, that was rather fleeting, I'm unsure I understood." He would then bow his form, low and humble before his head peered up, a wink upon his face. "Perhaps another demonstration is of need."