letters penned by an ensign, mr. baker

"There is love here, Mrs. Woodhull. I know because I know what it's absence feels like." ~Ensign Baker

[ensign-baker-writes]

Er… hullo. Ensign ████ Baker, of His Majesty’s Forces, at your utmost service. :)

Whilst stationed in Setauket, I supposed I should open my letterbox to the lovely people of the world. :) Write to me, if you wish — I will try my best to respond; for, I’m sure the people writing deserve that much. <3 ~Ensign Baker

[rules: generally, keep it… for all ages. no sex or rape mentions, no flirting with baker… respect admin boundaries. the admin, protean, is a sex-repulsed minor, so make choices that would respect such things.]

[notably, this is a blog of Quilly’s comfort character, so it will be taken slowly. please, do be kind to your fellow humans and parahumans on here. baker agrees, I’m sure.]

[also very important: the previous blog is not canon to this one, except ensign baker’s first name. also the header is intentional]

Ensign Baker, having died in S1 Ep10, doesn’t actually know what happened after his death.

[1776lover]

BEHIND THE SCENES!!! 🎬🎞️🎥

[ensign-baker-writes]

Oh dear

where did you recover that photo of me?

~Baker

[ensign-baker-writes]

You can stop searching. He’s gone. Washington is dead.

That only means that both king and queen will be distressed…

[ensign-baker-writes]

ENSIGN BAKER I LOVE YOU.

Ah! That… that’s rather flat’tring, I must say. I- I do thank you, sincerely.

[ensign-baker-writes]

Everett? Good evening.

The lake is quite peaceful. Are you alright?

@askjohnandre

Ensign Baker was staring at the water.

Ensign Everett baker was staring at the water.

It was dark,

and Ensign Baker was simply staring at the water.

Contemplating

the silence

and how his father may have sailed the waters in abandoning his son

and he stared further.

Just staring.

quietly

silently, even

Did he want a response?

ow, my ears, and yours too, probably. sorry sorry my apologies yes

Because, look. Ensign Baker, he cast his gaze, do you follow? Where did he cast it to, if I may ask? The water. You’re still with me, right? Yes, is he still with us? Aren’t you silly! He’s never been with us! we’re reading this, we’re not part of the story! Can you stop speaking so quickly? Yes, sorry.

oh yes

You see?

Baker was seeing the water.

Or maybe he wasn’t really perceiving it. Did he recognize the water No, no he didn’t.

Ensign Baker

stared

at the dark water

in a lake

that would live and hold more life

than anyone he knew

and anyone that the lake knew

…

..

.

Perhaps he should turn before he feels his brother’s hand coming to rouse him from his reverie.

does he know that’s his cue…?

“Ah-! Major André,” Baker finally realized, with a start and a frantic tip of his tricorne, “What… brings you to me?”

[askjohnandre]

“Welcome back to the world, Ensign Baker,” André gave him a little grin, not realizing the depth of his words. “You’ve been gone quite late. Just making sure you’re alright.” He studied Baker’s startled expression that didn’t quite match the distant look in his eyes. “Are you alright?”

[ensign-baker-writes]

“Ah- it’s alright, I’m alright, are you… are you alright yourself, Major?”

Finally.

Dear god, I was tiring of writing about the water.

By the way, did you know that Ensign Baker only looked away from the water to meet André’s gaze for- …and we’re back to the water, hooray!

[askjohnandre]

André lowered himself onto the shore beside Baker. “Quite eventful, but in the end, alright. I do worry about you, Everett. All this time surrounded by only crickets and the supernatural can’t be good for you.”

[ensign-baker-writes]

“Yes, I… may I confide something in you?” The man encased in a coat of crimson and many oddities enquired tentatively. “Don’t… tell anyone, John, not even a physician or a shrink or anyone else. I trust you, if you’re willing to listen.”

[askjohnandre]

He furrowed his eyebrows, but nodded. “I won’t tell if you don’t want me to. Not a shrink, especially. I don’t think you’re crazy. I’ve seen the same supernatural things.”

[ensign-baker-writes]

“They’re… starting to take their toll on me, to be truthful. I keep… imagining… envisioning? Conjuring up things in my mind, especially when I’m near the- the water. Which… somehow I can’t… stop visiting.” He admitted to André, his tall frame not withholding to how quietly he spoke. “I- I know, it’s… probably stress, but- but the only time I’ve experienced something similar is, well, when I was bleeding out. The first time I was alive.”

[askjohnandre]

“Oh?” André looked at him with alarm. “I’ll venture to say that doesn’t seem like a good sign. Perhaps we should get you away from those unnatural beings. And the water too— why would you come by the water if this happens?”

[ensign-baker-writes]

“I- god, I hate saying this. I don’t want to make it more real! It feels so… so odd to admit, John, but sometimes the things I imagine aren’t… negative. Sometimes my head… uses the water… to say comforting things, and that’s the worst part.” Baker shoot his head; he wasn’t a fool, and he was self-aware enough to feel his growing need to hear those things. “I know it’s me who is saying those things in my head, but somehow, the water… it doesn’t feel like it’s coming from me. It’s me in a different hat, thinking to myself, and the rational part of me goes quiet and listens, somehow.”

[askjohnandre]

“So the water is sometimes good,” John said slowly, processing the rambling. “Maybe it’s you saying those things, but the water could just as well be responsible. When we speak with others it is our own lips speaking our own parts, but it wouldn’t be possible without the partner, would it? Could the water be helping you converse with yourself?”

[ensign-baker-writes]

“That… could be it,” Baker replied, musing on the idea, “Though it doesn’t explain my hearing and seeing things, does it?”

[ensign-baker-writes]

Everett? Good evening.

The lake is quite peaceful. Are you alright?

@askjohnandre

Ensign Baker was staring at the water.

Ensign Everett baker was staring at the water.

It was dark,

and Ensign Baker was simply staring at the water.

Contemplating

the silence

and how his father may have sailed the waters in abandoning his son

and he stared further.

Just staring.

quietly

silently, even

Did he want a response?

ow, my ears, and yours too, probably. sorry sorry my apologies yes

Because, look. Ensign Baker, he cast his gaze, do you follow? Where did he cast it to, if I may ask? The water. You’re still with me, right? Yes, is he still with us? Aren’t you silly! He’s never been with us! we’re reading this, we’re not part of the story! Can you stop speaking so quickly? Yes, sorry.

oh yes

You see?

Baker was seeing the water.

Or maybe he wasn’t really perceiving it. Did he recognize the water No, no he didn’t.

Ensign Baker

stared

at the dark water

in a lake

that would live and hold more life

than anyone he knew

and anyone that the lake knew

…

..

.

Perhaps he should turn before he feels his brother’s hand coming to rouse him from his reverie.

does he know that’s his cue…?

“Ah-! Major André,” Baker finally realized, with a start and a frantic tip of his tricorne, “What… brings you to me?”

[askjohnandre]

“Welcome back to the world, Ensign Baker,” André gave him a little grin, not realizing the depth of his words. “You’ve been gone quite late. Just making sure you’re alright.” He studied Baker’s startled expression that didn’t quite match the distant look in his eyes. “Are you alright?”

[ensign-baker-writes]

“Ah- it’s alright, I’m alright, are you… are you alright yourself, Major?”

Finally.

Dear god, I was tiring of writing about the water.

By the way, did you know that Ensign Baker only looked away from the water to meet André’s gaze for- …and we’re back to the water, hooray!

[askjohnandre]

André lowered himself onto the shore beside Baker. “Quite eventful, but in the end, alright. I do worry about you, Everett. All this time surrounded by only crickets and the supernatural can’t be good for you.”

[ensign-baker-writes]

“Yes, I… may I confide something in you?” The man encased in a coat of crimson and many oddities enquired tentatively. “Don’t… tell anyone, John, not even a physician or a shrink or anyone else. I trust you, if you’re willing to listen.”

[askjohnandre]

He furrowed his eyebrows, but nodded. “I won’t tell if you don’t want me to. Not a shrink, especially. I don’t think you’re crazy. I’ve seen the same supernatural things.”

[ensign-baker-writes]

“They’re… starting to take their toll on me, to be truthful. I keep… imagining… envisioning? Conjuring up things in my mind, especially when I’m near the- the water. Which… somehow I can’t… stop visiting.” He admitted to André, his tall frame not withholding to how quietly he spoke. “I- I know, it’s… probably stress, but- but the only time I’ve experienced something similar is, well, when I was bleeding out. The first time I was alive.”

[askjohnandre]

“Oh?” André looked at him with alarm. “I’ll venture to say that doesn’t seem like a good sign. Perhaps we should get you away from those unnatural beings. And the water too— why would you come by the water if this happens?”

[ensign-baker-writes]

“I- god, I hate saying this. I don’t want to make it more real! It feels so… so odd to admit, John, but sometimes the things I imagine aren’t… negative. Sometimes my head… uses the water… to say comforting things, and that’s the worst part.” Baker shoot his head; he wasn’t a fool, and he was self-aware enough to feel his growing need to hear those things. “I know it’s me who is saying those things in my head, but somehow, the water… it doesn’t feel like it’s coming from me. It’s me in a different hat, thinking to myself, and the rational part of me goes quiet and listens, somehow.”

[ensign-baker-writes]

Everett? Good evening.

The lake is quite peaceful. Are you alright?

@askjohnandre

Ensign Baker was staring at the water.

Ensign Everett baker was staring at the water.

It was dark,

and Ensign Baker was simply staring at the water.

Contemplating

the silence

and how his father may have sailed the waters in abandoning his son

and he stared further.

Just staring.

quietly

silently, even

Did he want a response?

ow, my ears, and yours too, probably. sorry sorry my apologies yes

Because, look. Ensign Baker, he cast his gaze, do you follow? Where did he cast it to, if I may ask? The water. You’re still with me, right? Yes, is he still with us? Aren’t you silly! He’s never been with us! we’re reading this, we’re not part of the story! Can you stop speaking so quickly? Yes, sorry.

oh yes

You see?

Baker was seeing the water.

Or maybe he wasn’t really perceiving it. Did he recognize the water No, no he didn’t.

Ensign Baker

stared

at the dark water

in a lake

that would live and hold more life

than anyone he knew

and anyone that the lake knew

…

..

.

Perhaps he should turn before he feels his brother’s hand coming to rouse him from his reverie.

does he know that’s his cue…?

“Ah-! Major André,” Baker finally realized, with a start and a frantic tip of his tricorne, “What… brings you to me?”

[askjohnandre]

“Welcome back to the world, Ensign Baker,” André gave him a little grin, not realizing the depth of his words. “You’ve been gone quite late. Just making sure you’re alright.” He studied Baker’s startled expression that didn’t quite match the distant look in his eyes. “Are you alright?”

[ensign-baker-writes]

“Ah- it’s alright, I’m alright, are you… are you alright yourself, Major?”

Finally.

Dear god, I was tiring of writing about the water.

By the way, did you know that Ensign Baker only looked away from the water to meet André’s gaze for- …and we’re back to the water, hooray!

[askjohnandre]

André lowered himself onto the shore beside Baker. “Quite eventful, but in the end, alright. I do worry about you, Everett. All this time surrounded by only crickets and the supernatural can’t be good for you.”

[ensign-baker-writes]

“Yes, I… may I confide something in you?” The man encased in a coat of crimson and many oddities enquired tentatively. “Don’t… tell anyone, John, not even a physician or a shrink or anyone else. I trust you, if you’re willing to listen.”

[askjohnandre]

He furrowed his eyebrows, but nodded. “I won’t tell if you don’t want me to. Not a shrink, especially. I don’t think you’re crazy. I’ve seen the same supernatural things.”

[ensign-baker-writes]

“They’re… starting to take their toll on me, to be truthful. I keep… imagining… envisioning? Conjuring up things in my mind, especially when I’m near the- the water. Which… somehow I can’t… stop visiting.” He admitted to André, his tall frame not withholding to how quietly he spoke. “I- I know, it’s… probably stress, but- but the only time I’ve experienced something similar is, well, when I was bleeding out. The first time I was alive.”

[ensign-baker-writes]

Everett? Good evening.

The lake is quite peaceful. Are you alright?

@askjohnandre

Ensign Baker was staring at the water.

Ensign Everett baker was staring at the water.

It was dark,

and Ensign Baker was simply staring at the water.

Contemplating

the silence

and how his father may have sailed the waters in abandoning his son

and he stared further.

Just staring.

quietly

silently, even

Did he want a response?

ow, my ears, and yours too, probably. sorry sorry my apologies yes

Because, look. Ensign Baker, he cast his gaze, do you follow? Where did he cast it to, if I may ask? The water. You’re still with me, right? Yes, is he still with us? Aren’t you silly! He’s never been with us! we’re reading this, we’re not part of the story! Can you stop speaking so quickly? Yes, sorry.

oh yes

You see?

Baker was seeing the water.

Or maybe he wasn’t really perceiving it. Did he recognize the water No, no he didn’t.

Ensign Baker

stared

at the dark water

in a lake

that would live and hold more life

than anyone he knew

and anyone that the lake knew

…

..

.

Perhaps he should turn before he feels his brother’s hand coming to rouse him from his reverie.

does he know that’s his cue…?

“Ah-! Major André,” Baker finally realized, with a start and a frantic tip of his tricorne, “What… brings you to me?”

[askjohnandre]

“Welcome back to the world, Ensign Baker,” André gave him a little grin, not realizing the depth of his words. “You’ve been gone quite late. Just making sure you’re alright.” He studied Baker’s startled expression that didn’t quite match the distant look in his eyes. “Are you alright?”

[ensign-baker-writes]

“Ah- it’s alright, I’m alright, are you… are you alright yourself, Major?”

Finally.

Dear god, I was tiring of writing about the water.

By the way, did you know that Ensign Baker only looked away from the water to meet André’s gaze for- …and we’re back to the water, hooray!

[askjohnandre]

André lowered himself onto the shore beside Baker. “Quite eventful, but in the end, alright. I do worry about you, Everett. All this time surrounded by only crickets and the supernatural can’t be good for you.”

[ensign-baker-writes]

“Yes, I… may I confide something in you?” The man encased in a coat of crimson and many oddities enquired tentatively. “Don’t… tell anyone, John, not even a physician or a shrink or anyone else. I trust you, if you’re willing to listen.”

[ensign-baker-writes]

Everett? Good evening.

The lake is quite peaceful. Are you alright?

@askjohnandre

Ensign Baker was staring at the water.

Ensign Everett baker was staring at the water.

It was dark,

and Ensign Baker was simply staring at the water.

Contemplating

the silence

and how his father may have sailed the waters in abandoning his son

and he stared further.

Just staring.

quietly

silently, even

Did he want a response?

ow, my ears, and yours too, probably. sorry sorry my apologies yes

Because, look. Ensign Baker, he cast his gaze, do you follow? Where did he cast it to, if I may ask? The water. You’re still with me, right? Yes, is he still with us? Aren’t you silly! He’s never been with us! we’re reading this, we’re not part of the story! Can you stop speaking so quickly? Yes, sorry.

oh yes

You see?

Baker was seeing the water.

Or maybe he wasn’t really perceiving it. Did he recognize the water No, no he didn’t.

Ensign Baker

stared

at the dark water

in a lake

that would live and hold more life

than anyone he knew

and anyone that the lake knew

…

..

.

Perhaps he should turn before he feels his brother’s hand coming to rouse him from his reverie.

does he know that’s his cue…?

“Ah-! Major André,” Baker finally realized, with a start and a frantic tip of his tricorne, “What… brings you to me?”

[askjohnandre]

“Welcome back to the world, Ensign Baker,” André gave him a little grin, not realizing the depth of his words. “You’ve been gone quite late. Just making sure you’re alright.” He studied Baker’s startled expression that didn’t quite match the distant look in his eyes. “Are you alright?”

[ensign-baker-writes]

“Ah- it’s alright, I’m alright, are you… are you alright yourself, Major?”

Finally.

Dear god, I was tiring of writing about the water.

By the way, did you know that Ensign Baker only looked away from the water to meet André’s gaze for- …and we’re back to the water, hooray!

[ensign-baker-writes]

Everett? Good evening.

The lake is quite peaceful. Are you alright?

@askjohnandre

Ensign Baker was staring at the water.

Ensign Everett baker was staring at the water.

It was dark,

and Ensign Baker was simply staring at the water.

Contemplating

the silence

and how his father may have sailed the waters in abandoning his son

and he stared further.

Just staring.

quietly

silently, even

Did he want a response?

ow, my ears, and yours too, probably. sorry sorry my apologies yes

Because, look. Ensign Baker, he cast his gaze, do you follow? Where did he cast it to, if I may ask? The water. You’re still with me, right? Yes, is he still with us? Aren’t you silly! He’s never been with us! we’re reading this, we’re not part of the story! Can you stop speaking so quickly? Yes, sorry.

oh yes

You see?

Baker was seeing the water.

Or maybe he wasn’t really perceiving it. Did he recognize the water No, no he didn’t.

Ensign Baker

stared

at the dark water

in a lake

that would live and hold more life

than anyone he knew

and anyone that the lake knew

…

..

.

Perhaps he should turn before he feels his brother’s hand coming to rouse him from his reverie.

does he know that’s his cue…?

“Ah-! Major André,” Baker finally realized, with a start and a frantic tip of his tricorne, “What… brings you to me?”

[ask-robert-townsend]

After the last outburst, it’s been some days since the Major has visited the tavern, but he did today in an unusually unkempt state.

@askjohnandre

Robert sees the man enter, noticing his disheveled appearance.

“Major.”

While Robert doesn’t particularly like André anymore ((wonder why)), he still cares about the man’s well being.

“.. are you alright?”

[askjohnandre]

“Absolutely wonderful,” he laughed it off with a hint of sarcasm. “After much work, it seems I have caught Culper.”

[ask-robert-townsend]

“Who are they, pray tell.”

he doesn’t look up from his work.

[askjohnandre]

“Would the names Abraham Woodhull and Benjamin Tallmadge as Culper Sr. and John Bolton ring a bell? A.W. seems awfully suspicious.” André leaned on the bar, watching Townsend’s reaction carefully. “We know of a whaleboatman with the alias Caleb Brewster, though we can’t seem to trace his real name.”

[ask-robert-townsend]

“I don’t know an Abraham Woodhull or a Benjamin Talmadge.”

Despite his words, his expression dropped for a split second, before returning to a stoic facade.

[askjohnandre]

André smirked when he saw the flicker in Townsend’s expression. “You’re usually such a good liar, Mr. Culper Jr.! What’s the matter today?”

[ask-robert-townsend]

He stops with his work, focusing all his attention on André.

“.. pardon?”

[askjohnandre]

“A tavern full of British officers, huh? A perfect place to place the man on Long Island. It seems you’ll be hanged before the 27th of this month.”

[ask-robert-townsend]

((Marching band is kicking my ASS vro))

Robert rests his arms on the counter infront of him.

”How did you find out. If I’m to hang, at least grant me that much.”

((It’s not technically confessing ¯\_(ツ)_/¯))

((I’m at school rn so I won’t be on for too long 💔))

[askjohnandre]

((rippp marching band does seem quite tiring. I do classical violin and piano so haha can’t relate /aff /lh they’re not gonna make me march with a grand piano))

“That’s the thing. I wasn’t certain until I saw your reaction,” John leaned closer on the counter, smiling in a way that was more unsettling than kind. “How tragic of you to be in love with a spy, since I do assume Mr. Woodhull is “A.W.”. Lower than a snake’s belly and lower than a sodomite. A rebel spy.”

[ask-robert-townsend]

((Great job Townsend you DIPSHIT/hj))

((What is a sodomite??))

He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose before looking back to André.

“..I’m helping my side any way I can. If that makes me scum, so be it.”

((He’s choosing his words so they can’t be used as a confession))

((… I’m so tired))

[askjohnandre]

((sodomite is someone who has sex for non child creation purposes but it took on the connotation of gay))

“Any way you can? By sacrificing your honor?” André laughed. “I’ll admit, I would not have expected that from a man as sensible and agreeable as you.”

[ask-robert-townsend]

“I don’t need honor; I’m content as is. And so far, you’re the only one who knows.”

(( I gotta go to 6th period 😞 ))

[askjohnandre]

“Do you expect me to keep this discovery secret? Mr. Townsend— or should I say Culper— I am already drafting a letter to Sir Clinton!”

[ask-robert-townsend]

“But you don’t have to do that. What- okay, what do you want, information? Money?”

((No proofread or asking “is this what he would do?” bc I honestly couldn’t care less))

[askjohnandre]

“Do you think I could be bought over by money? The only thing I want in this life is military honor, Robert, and this is my way to get it. Turning in Washington’s most successful spy ring?”

((that’s real 😭))

[ask-robert-townsend]

“okay, I don’t care- whatever you want, I’ll get it.! I just-“ he lets out a quick sigh. “I don’t want to hang, Major. I’ll do anything, give anything, if you let me live.”

[askjohnandre]

“No one wants to hang,” André seems almost amused. “What can you give me in return for your life then? Make it good. Do remember the lives of Abraham Woodhull, Benjamin Tallmadge, Caleb Brewster, and Miss 355 are on the line too.”

[ask-robert-townsend]

“Anything. anything! Whatever you want, I’ll get it! And if I can’t, I’ll find a way anyways.! Just- please… don’t hurt them, and don’t hurt me.”

[askjohnandre]

“Let me think. What do I want? Do you perhaps have more information on these friends of yours?” André tapped absentmindedly on the rim of his glass, looking off into the distance with an air of smug satisfaction.

[ask-robert-townsend]

((Me nd my mom were talking abt Turn mb))

“Fine-.. Fine. I’ll get you your information.”

While André’s back is turned, Robert mixes a substance in with his drink, refilling his mug.

[askjohnandre]

André makes a show of superiority as he blindly takes a sip from his now refilled mug. “Oh, I do love questioning deplorable spies. Will you tell me who the alias Caleb Brewster is for, then? And the identity of 355?”

[ask-robert-townsend]

“…Caleb Brewster—last I checked, anyway—was… not an alias. I’ve not heard of a 355.”

Robert pours himself a quick glass of a different drink, joining André at the table.

[askjohnandre]

“You have not heard of a 355?” André narrowed his eyes. “Do tell the truth, Robert. Lives are in the line. Withholding the name of one woman won’t save your ring…” he trailed off, taking another sip of his drink.

[ask-robert-townsend]

“I am telling the truth, Major. I don’t know anything of a 355.” ((He lies abt a lot of things but he IS telling the truth abt this))

Robert clasps his hands together, resting his arms on the table.

((I was doin 30 mins of flag work))

[askjohnandre]

“Mhmm…” André blinked with some alarm when no more words came to his head. “Yes. Of course.” He shook his head blearily.

((woahhh you’re so buff))

((this is when it’s inaccurate bc I’ve never drank or had a drink spiked before))

[ask-robert-townsend]

((💪💪💪))

((Me either dw I’m js as lost as you))

“…”

Robert looks up at André, speaking with faux concern.

“Are you feeling alright, Major?”

[lyledebeast]

Bless Baker.

“Your husband’s a good man, Mrs. Woodhull. Always says hello when he goes by the Tavern. The Strong Tavern, where my post is.  Where he goes all the time since Selah Strong’s arrest.”

This is what happens when Labrador Retrievers have the gift of human speech. Thank God they don’t!

[ensign-baker-writes]

I was played for a fool. I still can’t believe I trusted him… except, I can. Of course it’d be me…

[asklordnorth]

listen to me and listen to me clear

if you try and pull ANYTHING on mr washington or mr other dad i will make sure that you get brutally dismembered in an alley

I truly don’t have ill intentions toward anyone. I swear it on Regulus!

[julesncfl]

see im not the only one suspicious of you

[asklordnorth]

Where did you two even get the idea I would be bold enough to hurt the man my king loves? I strongly dislike Washington, yes, but I’m not going to try to anything. You children want as much drama as possible all the time. I’m simply a man with two cats and a lot of papers in my desk.

[ensign-baker-writes]

Have these… fellows considered that since His Majesty seems to not want the majority of his kingdom know of his relations, that we’d quite like his wish to be fulfilled? It’s… straightforward, and I shan’t apologize for accusations without a base.

[ask-johnlaurens]

opinion on loyalists?

On a scale of 1-10? -♾️

[ensign-baker-writes]

To you as well! 😇😇

[askjohnandre]

A loyalist is the proudest thing an honorable man could be. And we look dashing in our uniforms 😊

[ask-a-ham]

You look gross in your uniforms.

[zeebestblogeverrr]

All the uniforms are kinda nice idk

[ask-benedict-arnold]

They’re like walking targets. It’s not even funny.

[ensign-baker-writes]

You know this is what you sound like right

[ask-benedict-arnold]

…

In my defense your coats are bright red.

[ensign-baker-writes]

Is this how you feel preening over your coat color? You certainly come across as such, sir.

[ask-benedict-arnold]

I’m just SAYING 😒

It’s a little more practical when you blend in with your environment while fighting rather than prancing around in BRIGHT RED. But I digress 🤷

[askjohnandre]

At least I look sexy while I die :/

Our red coats are the most efficient color to make and with our great numbers, concealment hardly matters. If you Continentals would engage in proper, traditional warfare that is.

[ask-benedict-arnold]

So there’s one issue. There’s like one (1) field in every state. And usually it’s owned by someone. It makes it a tiny bit hard to engage in “traditional warfare”

[askjohnandre]

Why do you care if it’s owned? You’re the military. You can do what you want. Make a field or something 😤 rather than taking blind jabs in the woods like a band of cowardly thieves.

[ask-benedict-arnold]

You call us “thieves” yet your the one practically stealing property 🙄

[askjohnandre]

It’s hardly stealing. It should fill a citizen with pride to lend their homes and farms to us protectors of the empire.

[ask-benedict-arnold]

Pride doesn’t pay for food, Major.

[askjohnandre]

But military honor is the highest form of honor! What else matters? They have our sincerest gratitudes.

[ensign-baker-writes]

Okay I’m just… simplygetting cast out of the conversation, now am I? Aha, I see — clearly, both walking in and being sent out of conversation is simply what I’m subject to. I see.

[askjohnandre]

I didn’t mean to exclude you, Everett! Why don’t you help me and tell my blue-coated husband his side is going to lose?

[ensign-baker-writes]

Throw these at him until he gives up; it would be really on a whim but still

Oh, bally hell-!

How is it back…?

Also, for our King and his keep of the colonies!

[ask-johnlaurens]

opinion on loyalists?

On a scale of 1-10? -♾️

[ensign-baker-writes]

To you as well! 😇😇

[askjohnandre]

A loyalist is the proudest thing an honorable man could be. And we look dashing in our uniforms 😊

[ask-a-ham]

You look gross in your uniforms.

[zeebestblogeverrr]

All the uniforms are kinda nice idk

[ask-benedict-arnold]

They’re like walking targets. It’s not even funny.

[ensign-baker-writes]

You know this is what you sound like right

[ask-benedict-arnold]

…

In my defense your coats are bright red.

[ensign-baker-writes]

Is this how you feel preening over your coat color? You certainly come across as such, sir.

[ask-benedict-arnold]

I’m just SAYING 😒

It’s a little more practical when you blend in with your environment while fighting rather than prancing around in BRIGHT RED. But I digress 🤷

[askjohnandre]

At least I look sexy while I die :/

Our red coats are the most efficient color to make and with our great numbers, concealment hardly matters. If you Continentals would engage in proper, traditional warfare that is.

[ask-benedict-arnold]

So there’s one issue. There’s like one (1) field in every state. And usually it’s owned by someone. It makes it a tiny bit hard to engage in “traditional warfare”

[askjohnandre]

Why do you care if it’s owned? You’re the military. You can do what you want. Make a field or something 😤 rather than taking blind jabs in the woods like a band of cowardly thieves.

[ask-benedict-arnold]

You call us “thieves” yet your the one practically stealing property 🙄

[ensign-baker-writes]

@askjohnandre Alright, I’m not sure if either are you are qualified for this argument, considering I’m sure you’ve recreated this picture

[ask-benedict-arnold]

…hmph. 😒

[ensign-baker-writes]

The major literally threw me into being his adopted brother some-how. I reckon I’m allowed to say this, sir.

[ask-johnlaurens]

opinion on loyalists?

On a scale of 1-10? -♾️

[ensign-baker-writes]

To you as well! 😇😇

[askjohnandre]

A loyalist is the proudest thing an honorable man could be. And we look dashing in our uniforms 😊

[ask-a-ham]

You look gross in your uniforms.

[zeebestblogeverrr]

All the uniforms are kinda nice idk

[ask-benedict-arnold]

They’re like walking targets. It’s not even funny.

[ensign-baker-writes]

You know this is what you sound like right

[ask-benedict-arnold]

…

In my defense your coats are bright red.

[ensign-baker-writes]

Is this how you feel preening over your coat color? You certainly come across as such, sir.

[ask-benedict-arnold]

I’m just SAYING 😒

It’s a little more practical when you blend in with your environment while fighting rather than prancing around in BRIGHT RED. But I digress 🤷

[askjohnandre]

At least I look sexy while I die :/

Our red coats are the most efficient color to make and with our great numbers, concealment hardly matters. If you Continentals would engage in proper, traditional warfare that is.

[ask-benedict-arnold]

So there’s one issue. There’s like one (1) field in every state. And usually it’s owned by someone. It makes it a tiny bit hard to engage in “traditional warfare”

[askjohnandre]

Why do you care if it’s owned? You’re the military. You can do what you want. Make a field or something 😤 rather than taking blind jabs in the woods like a band of cowardly thieves.

[ask-benedict-arnold]

You call us “thieves” yet your the one practically stealing property 🙄

[askjohnandre]

It’s hardly stealing. It should fill a citizen with pride to lend their homes and farms to us protectors of the empire.

[ask-benedict-arnold]

Pride doesn’t pay for food, Major.

[askjohnandre]

But military honor is the highest form of honor! What else matters? They have our sincerest gratitudes.

[ensign-baker-writes]

Okay I’m just… simplygetting cast out of the conversation, now am I? Aha, I see — clearly, both walking in and being sent out of conversation is simply what I’m subject to. I see.

[ask-johnlaurens]

opinion on loyalists?

On a scale of 1-10? -♾️

[ensign-baker-writes]

To you as well! 😇😇

[askjohnandre]

A loyalist is the proudest thing an honorable man could be. And we look dashing in our uniforms 😊

[ask-a-ham]

You look gross in your uniforms.

[zeebestblogeverrr]

All the uniforms are kinda nice idk

[ask-benedict-arnold]

They’re like walking targets. It’s not even funny.

[ensign-baker-writes]

You know this is what you sound like right

[ask-benedict-arnold]

…

In my defense your coats are bright red.

[ensign-baker-writes]

Is this how you feel preening over your coat color? You certainly come across as such, sir.

[ask-benedict-arnold]

I’m just SAYING 😒

It’s a little more practical when you blend in with your environment while fighting rather than prancing around in BRIGHT RED. But I digress 🤷

[askjohnandre]

At least I look sexy while I die :/

Our red coats are the most efficient color to make and with our great numbers, concealment hardly matters. If you Continentals would engage in proper, traditional warfare that is.

[ask-benedict-arnold]

So there’s one issue. There’s like one (1) field in every state. And usually it’s owned by someone. It makes it a tiny bit hard to engage in “traditional warfare”

[askjohnandre]

Why do you care if it’s owned? You’re the military. You can do what you want. Make a field or something 😤 rather than taking blind jabs in the woods like a band of cowardly thieves.

[ask-benedict-arnold]

You call us “thieves” yet your the one practically stealing property 🙄

[ensign-baker-writes]

@askjohnandre Alright, I’m not sure if either are you are qualified for this argument, considering I’m sure you’ve recreated this picture