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orderbeforepeace) wrote2018-01-04 08:44 pm
orderbeforepeace) wrote2018-01-04 08:44 pm
VOICE TESTING THIS BASTARD
OPEN to texts, memes, weird AU shit. Just throw it this way
OPEN to texts, memes, weird AU shit. Just throw it this way
How do I make him stop? He does not seem to understand that this is not how I wish to court a woman.
Tell him in no uncertain terms that isn't how you wish to court someone.
Unfortunately, Father does not seem to understand that there is more to a relationship than the physical.
Unfortunately, Father does not seem to understand that there is more to a relationship than the physical.
I am not certain how I could make it any more clear. I thought that a simple no would suffice, but he is being particularly insistent.
Mother always said that respect must come first.
Mother always said that respect must come first.
Perhaps a stern "no" and then changing the subject to another, unrelated matter?
Your mother taught you very well.
Your mother taught you very well.
Thank you for the advice, father. I will try it and see if I may get better results.
I think perhaps there are things that you may be able to teach me as well.
I think perhaps there are things that you may be able to teach me as well.
If not, hit him on the nose with some rolled-up news paper.
I shall endeavour to try. But in truth a great many things I would have liked to show you, you already seem well versed in. Better than I, in many cases.
Perhaps I should be learning from you.
I shall endeavour to try. But in truth a great many things I would have liked to show you, you already seem well versed in. Better than I, in many cases.
Perhaps I should be learning from you.
Would a flick the forehead work as well? In case I do not have any newspaper.
There are many still many things that I do not know. Things I feel you could aid me in learning.
I would like to know more about you. I would be remiss not to take this chance to know my father.
There are many still many things that I do not know. Things I feel you could aid me in learning.
I would like to know more about you. I would be remiss not to take this chance to know my father.
I should imagine if no other option presents itself then that is an excellent subsitute.
I will endeavour to do so, in that case. Thank you.
And I would wish to do the same. My only fear is that our differences may be too wide a gulf to easily bridge.
I will endeavour to do so, in that case. Thank you.
And I would wish to do the same. My only fear is that our differences may be too wide a gulf to easily bridge.
Perhaps they are.
But I believe you are right. My mother would want me to give you a chance. Would want for us to try and be father and son instead of enemies.
But I believe you are right. My mother would want me to give you a chance. Would want for us to try and be father and son instead of enemies.
I hope that it is a decision neither of us come to regret, son.
No, you are not.
[ If Haytham must play father, then he will be. Edward probably could drink several more shots, but the fact is, it's still morning, and at some point they will have to walk out of this place. Haytham would prefer it if his father could walk unaided at that point.
The coffee doesn't take long, mostly because it seems there is always a pot on the go in these places, and Haytham adds a fair amount of milk to his. He'd add sugar but... well. He's never taken sugar, and even if it isn't grown by slaves anymore, he still finds it a hard habit to break. He leaves the cubes alone though, and takes a sip of the dreadful stuff just as it is. ]
I think that might have been mother's influence. She could be very serious when necessary. Not that you weren't, of course. Especially when it came to sword drill.
[ If Haytham must play father, then he will be. Edward probably could drink several more shots, but the fact is, it's still morning, and at some point they will have to walk out of this place. Haytham would prefer it if his father could walk unaided at that point.
The coffee doesn't take long, mostly because it seems there is always a pot on the go in these places, and Haytham adds a fair amount of milk to his. He'd add sugar but... well. He's never taken sugar, and even if it isn't grown by slaves anymore, he still finds it a hard habit to break. He leaves the cubes alone though, and takes a sip of the dreadful stuff just as it is. ]
I think that might have been mother's influence. She could be very serious when necessary. Not that you weren't, of course. Especially when it came to sword drill.
Edited 2018-03-25 20:51 (UTC)
Normally, if somebody from the Brotherhood Transport Company was up to something dangerous and stupid, it was... well, there were any number of people to choose from, but the important point was that it was almost never Evie Frye.
The company, of course, was known in certain circles more for their smuggling, rabble rousing and assassination jobs against the agents of the Empire, but as long as all their credentials checked out and none of them were ever caught, the Empire would never be able to pin anything on them and everything would be fine.
The fact that a close relative of two of the Brotherhood's most skilled members was, in fact, an agent of the Empire's most elite police unit was a bone of contention for people on both sides of the fence - and every one of those people would be perturbed to know it was none other than this very relative that Evie was on her way to meet.
The sun was setting over the spaceport as Evie's craft landed, leaving her with a few hours before she was due to take off again with her next shipment - a few hours the others no doubt expected her to use researching or reading or one of her other more academic hobbies, but instead she was slipping into a somewhat seedy tavern and taking a seat in the back corner, waiting for one Haytham Kenway to arrive.
The company, of course, was known in certain circles more for their smuggling, rabble rousing and assassination jobs against the agents of the Empire, but as long as all their credentials checked out and none of them were ever caught, the Empire would never be able to pin anything on them and everything would be fine.
The fact that a close relative of two of the Brotherhood's most skilled members was, in fact, an agent of the Empire's most elite police unit was a bone of contention for people on both sides of the fence - and every one of those people would be perturbed to know it was none other than this very relative that Evie was on her way to meet.
The sun was setting over the spaceport as Evie's craft landed, leaving her with a few hours before she was due to take off again with her next shipment - a few hours the others no doubt expected her to use researching or reading or one of her other more academic hobbies, but instead she was slipping into a somewhat seedy tavern and taking a seat in the back corner, waiting for one Haytham Kenway to arrive.
Haytham's familial connections with the Brotherhood had been a constant source of embarrassment. It was true, at times it was useful. There were times when information could be gleaned and exchanged, when having a point of contact within the Brotherhood worked in his favour. But for the most part, it was not the case. But he had long ago made his peace with the fact that while he was dedicated to the safety of the Empire, it's continued prosperity, there were those to whom he was related that would think nothing of bringing the stability of billions crashing down.
At least, for the most part, it is not Evelyn. She was not headstrong or stupid, she would not risk the lives and stability of so many, unlike her fellows.
Haytham was already waiting. The arrival of the various craft had been reported to him over the day, and there were only so many interplanetary vehicles that could be piloted by one person. When a likely one had landed at dusk he knew it would be her. He waited until she seemed settled in her shadowy corner, and then silently stood to join her. It was rare he did not wear the uniform of the Order, but it a place such as this her kind would be more welcome than his. As such, he'd opted for more neutral, dark garments.
"You had an uneventful journey, I hope." He said. There were agreed words, phrases. This might have been the first time they had met in several years, but they had corresponded. This was code, in order to establish that no one was eavesdropping, that no one had followed her.
At least, for the most part, it is not Evelyn. She was not headstrong or stupid, she would not risk the lives and stability of so many, unlike her fellows.
Haytham was already waiting. The arrival of the various craft had been reported to him over the day, and there were only so many interplanetary vehicles that could be piloted by one person. When a likely one had landed at dusk he knew it would be her. He waited until she seemed settled in her shadowy corner, and then silently stood to join her. It was rare he did not wear the uniform of the Order, but it a place such as this her kind would be more welcome than his. As such, he'd opted for more neutral, dark garments.
"You had an uneventful journey, I hope." He said. There were agreed words, phrases. This might have been the first time they had met in several years, but they had corresponded. This was code, in order to establish that no one was eavesdropping, that no one had followed her.
Somebody less prepared might be startled when the nondescript figure suddenly slid into the chair opposite them, but Evie was certainly not as relaxed as she appeared - she had scanned every person in the bar from the moment she walked in, and already spotted Haytham as she passed him, but there was a ritual to these proceedings and it wouldn't do to disrupt things.
She nodded politely at his enquiry, the agreed upon response forming almost automatically upon her lips. "As uneventful as can be, I hope business this week has been good for you?"
The opposite of the truth, technically, but they didn't say these things because they meant them.
"It has it's ups and downs."
Haytham settled himself, relaxing a little. Not utterly, but this was not the sort of place the Brotherhood would use for an assassination, there were too many innocent bystanders for any of their normal terrorist actions. They preferred to only damage the Order and the Empire it protected. Besides, Evelyn was better than that.
"I suppose," He begins, now the formalities were over, "Your brother is still alive and well? Not yet managed to blow himself up?"
Haytham settled himself, relaxing a little. Not utterly, but this was not the sort of place the Brotherhood would use for an assassination, there were too many innocent bystanders for any of their normal terrorist actions. They preferred to only damage the Order and the Empire it protected. Besides, Evelyn was better than that.
"I suppose," He begins, now the formalities were over, "Your brother is still alive and well? Not yet managed to blow himself up?"
Evie would never be so rude as to arrange a meeting like this only to stab Haytham in the back, or the front for that matter. One day the command might come from the higher ups that Haytham needed to be taken down, but until that day she would stay her blade - besides, that was the kind of job that would likely be given to Edward or Connor, given the circumstances.
"Not for lack of trying," Evie replied dryly, shaking her head slightly. Jacob really did have a gift for getting himself into trouble - he just luckily was also good at getting out of it "But so far, so good."
[He watches his son, contemplating handing the waitress extra money to bribe her to bring him at least two more shots but he'll leave it be for now. Besides, he's got a flask on him. Not that Haytham needs to know that. Still, he's almost curious as he watches how his son takes his coffee before sipping his own without so much of a wrinkle of his nose.]
They've got hot chocolate here in this modern world. But, it's not anything like what you were used to growing up.
[And he's said some things he honestly shouldn't even know. Sure he's read things but in a way he's lived bits a pieces, he remembers things without having lived them yet.]
You know, it's strange... this glitch world it does something with me head, I've got memories of things I haven't lived yet. They aren't perfect, like... trying to peer through thick fog, you get vague shapes and an occasional glance at something when you get close enough but you move mostly by your other senses. I can feel things, hear your mothers voice and I have no idea how I know it's her but I do. I know its you when you call to me in my dreams.
[He clears his throat.]
I can be serious when I need to be. I am Captain for good reason, not just because I got me own ship and all. Where's the fun in being serious all the time? I've lost too much and have survived a lot to get where I am and I'm going to enjoy this life while I still can.
They've got hot chocolate here in this modern world. But, it's not anything like what you were used to growing up.
[And he's said some things he honestly shouldn't even know. Sure he's read things but in a way he's lived bits a pieces, he remembers things without having lived them yet.]
You know, it's strange... this glitch world it does something with me head, I've got memories of things I haven't lived yet. They aren't perfect, like... trying to peer through thick fog, you get vague shapes and an occasional glance at something when you get close enough but you move mostly by your other senses. I can feel things, hear your mothers voice and I have no idea how I know it's her but I do. I know its you when you call to me in my dreams.
[He clears his throat.]
I can be serious when I need to be. I am Captain for good reason, not just because I got me own ship and all. Where's the fun in being serious all the time? I've lost too much and have survived a lot to get where I am and I'm going to enjoy this life while I still can.
Edited 2018-03-26 04:38 (UTC)
[ If Edward tries to bribe anyone, it'll be the worst for him. Haytham doesn't need to be told Edward has a flask either, he knows. He wouldn't be surprised if his father had more than one, hidden about his person. But if he pulls one out to have a swig now, Haytham will glare at him till he puts it away. ]
I know. It's unfortunate. I'm sorry to say many things here are not as enjoyable as they were when I was young. I was pleasantly surprised by the opera. They still have that here.
[ Haytham pauses, setting down his cup to listen to his father's musing. He had experienced the strange fogged memories too, although he isn't sure they are shadows of things to come or not. ]
Perhaps this place holds all the memories we have made and are yet to make, and it is... somehow trying to block those future ones from us. Perhaps the answer to our imprisonment here lies in those memories?
[ Haytham makes a soft, derisive noise at the suggestion Edward can be sensible and takes another sip of the coffee. ]
Of course, father. Although it was my understanding you were captain because the crew would not accept a black man?
I know. It's unfortunate. I'm sorry to say many things here are not as enjoyable as they were when I was young. I was pleasantly surprised by the opera. They still have that here.
[ Haytham pauses, setting down his cup to listen to his father's musing. He had experienced the strange fogged memories too, although he isn't sure they are shadows of things to come or not. ]
Perhaps this place holds all the memories we have made and are yet to make, and it is... somehow trying to block those future ones from us. Perhaps the answer to our imprisonment here lies in those memories?
[ Haytham makes a soft, derisive noise at the suggestion Edward can be sensible and takes another sip of the coffee. ]
Of course, father. Although it was my understanding you were captain because the crew would not accept a black man?
1. We realized tonight that we have to get advice about guys from you because you're our only straight male friend that neither of us has slept with.
2. You went streaking and came back with your shirt inside out. Then said "it happens in the line of duty" and passed out.
3. (misfire) I will never use my dick in anger, with great dick comes great responsibility.
4. (misfire 2) It was a good dick. I'll give credit where credit is due, a good dick deserves praise.
2. You went streaking and came back with your shirt inside out. Then said "it happens in the line of duty" and passed out.
3. (misfire) I will never use my dick in anger, with great dick comes great responsibility.
4. (misfire 2) It was a good dick. I'll give credit where credit is due, a good dick deserves praise.
May I ask why on earth you need my advice in this context? Do I want to know the answer?
Well, I don't know, do you? You're going to have to make up your mind connor
I mean haytham
[I'm not drunk, your drunk.]
I mean haytham
[I'm not drunk, your drunk.]
how much, exactly, have you drunk this time?
It's kind of amusing you always seem to think I keep track.
Dammit Jacob.
Look, be glad I didn't send you a dick pic or something. It could have been worse.
Look, be glad I didn't send you a dick pic or something. It could have been worse.
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