#armaud

[loo-nuh-tik]

[cswordsincorrect]

Who says life is fair, where is that written?

Armaud

[wildernessinman]

🎶 My Way - Frank Sinatra

Regrets, I've had a few But then again, too few to mention I did what I had to do And saw it through without exemption I planned each charted course Each careful step along the byway And more, much more than this I did it my way

@eminentred

[simone--baptiste]

⁇

Send “⁇” for a drunk text.

To: Enemy #1

Why’re you such an asshole?What’d th Cort of Miracels ever do to anyway?Why don’t yu mind your own fuckin business and stay out of there if you hate us so much?But it dosnt matterBecause I will beat youAnd I can’t wait to see the look on your face when you realize you lost.

[charondaucourt-blog]

@redeminence

A summons from the Cardinal himself.

When Charon had received the letter, the seal had confused and excited him. He’d been considering reaching out himself – not to the Cardinal directly, but maybe a member of his household or staff. Somebody with ears and no mouth, somebody the Cardinal probably saw every day, somebody who had faded into the furniture. What he wanted, really, was a living lamp. Failing that, he would have been happy with a squire of some sort.

But a squire wasn’t needed. Here was a request to walk right in the door (the servant door, granted, but a door nevertheless) and to speak face to face with the man himself.

He preens himself before he leaves, making sure that every hair is in place, that his clothes and skin alike are unblemished. This is a very important meeting, and he finds himself strangely exhilarated as he leaves his dwellings. What will he find behind the very next set of doors he enters? Hopefully nothing so sharp as a sword or his own words.

Following the instructions on the letter, he approaches the servant’s door and knocks in a pattern. He’s late, by about twenty minutes, determined to make it seem as though this wasn’t very high on his list of priorities. No need to seem too eager, after all.

When the door opens, Charon bows low. “Your Eminence,” he purrs before standing with a kind of flourish. “How can I help?”

[cswordsincorrect]

Marie-Claire: Last thing I need at this point in my reign is fifteen hundred Francois Baptiste disciples running around these streets. He jeopardizes my ability to effectively govern this country.

Armaud: Well, makes you look like an ass is what he does.

[cswordsincorrect]

God, you people are paranoid. No wonder I have to secretly manipulate you.

Armaud

[cswordsincorrect]

Marie-Claire: When people get too close to me, I like to call them by the wrong name to let them know how I really don’t care about them.

Armaud: Fascinating

Marie-Claire: Glad you agree, armoir