Characters involved are: Brin (RED), Duran (ORANGE),
Logged by Brin

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Western Bledavik, Southern Road
Here the path splits in two once more. One path creates a small <sideroad> which leads up to the front door of a small, but quaint looking, hotel, the other leads up to the front <door> of a large, almost temple-like building. Above the doorway to this building is engraved the image of something like a cross with horns upon the top- the unmistakable insignia of the -Ethos-. This roadway continues to the <north>.
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Duran
Duran (OOC) says, "Yes...^^;;;"
Brin (OOC) nodsnods.
Brin (OOC) will start, then.
Still, the destruction remains. The topled reamins of the Ethos workshop remain almost untouched, as if just collapsed in on itself, and abandoned. So, the Ethos did not see fit to rebuild just yet. Perhaps Solaris could attend to the Aveh gear soldiers' needs, perhaps. That had been a rather cryptic comment. But, it's still rather an annoyance, Brin thinks, standing in front of the wreckage, his robes blowing slightly in the steady breeze. The heady day of early summer had given way to evening, and his walk had strayed thus far, and the ruin always made him morose. Sighing, he turned, and began the continuation of his constitutional, more then a little annoyed every time he passed that ruin.
Brin (OOC) screams at his sentence structure.
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Duran is merrily going along, patrolling Bledavik as one of his routes and spots..."Hey, Mr. Preacher!" He takes off his cap as he approaches one of the few men who have seen him fight and...well, get injured, but that's all well and fine. "Mr. Preacher. It's been a while, hasn't it?" Oh yes, mustn't forget the..."Pickle Juice!" Duran proudly brandishes the jar and offers it to Brin. "I didn't forget that day in the bar, you know. And I carry this just in case."
Duran (OOC) says, "I'm posing longer this time! ^_^"
Brin (OOC) smiles ^^.
Brin is a little taken aback at first. He's a little un accustomed at first, the unfamiliar address, the accent slightly different in cant. "Oh. Um, hello, I...". Not the proud minister he might be made out to be, but just a confused man being interrupted by a vaguely familiar face, which he now regards. "Oh, of course! Good evening....Duran, was it? I'm terrible with names.". Not a ready failing for a minister or ambassador, but, well, it's not like Brin was trained for either of these roles. "Pleased to meet you again. What brings you out here?".
Duran points to his uniform. "Same old, ya see." He looks disappointed for a moment. "It's been a long time since we saw each other, right? Now, you're a minister and I'm still a private." Slipping into a facade of anger, he continues, "Now Colonel Joseph is missing, and Casske along with him. I'm stuck with the guard duty, and I don't even get a promotion for everything I do. It's really annoying." He glances towards Brin. "So, yeah, things are pretty well off for you, aren't they? How've you been?"
Brin hms, sensing the annoyance hanging heavily in the air. "Well, I -have- been more then a little fortunate, if fortunate's the right word.", he muses. "It has meant more and more work for Aveh, and less and less for my own duties. You see, the Yggdrasil has left me behind, and I cannot very well leave here.". Shifting from one foot to the other, he listens concernedly. "Joseph is missing? And Casske?". Neglecting to mantion, or even bring forth his distaste of Joseph, he ponders on that for a while. "Missing in action, or just disappeared?".
Duran shrugs. "That's just the thing, nobody knows!" He leans forward conspiratorially. "See, I traced the radio records while they were in the high atmosphere, and it seems they fell in the region of Aquavy or maybe even Nortune." He straightens, a look of worry on his face. "But with the border and everything, we can't get past. It's really quite frustrating." He begins to contemplate his life in Gebler. "If this keeps going on, I'll be stuck here...sort of like you, I guess. But I have a Gear, so that sort of makes my situation better..."
Brin nods, and listens. "So, in a way, your situations is better then mine? In a lot of ways, I would think so.". Ever conciliatory, Brin smiles, "Me, I have to contend with burned churches and being shot. But, thos were just the exciting parts.". Perhaps Duran's situation -was- better. Flying about in one of those monstrosities where he pleased. "It's all subjective.", he muses quietly, casting a long look to the market below.
Duran shakes his head. "No, it's not better. This is really stupid." He gestures towards Dazil and waves his hands expansively. "I've been all around the world, you know? I could've gotten big positions, but I decided to stay in Dazil, my hometown. I figured being close to home would score me some points. Instead, I have a two-bit job guarding for sand sharks." He snaps his fingers in frustration. "I was wishing for something more..."
Brin shakes his head. "But, in a way, you have that now. You're travelling the world, seeing new things in a new city, and are searching for your comrades. I only wish I could go on such a noble quest.". He looks a bit flustered, as he still looks down to the street below. "That's not to say I'm envious of your plight, but it at least gets you a chance to make a name for yourself. Perhaps if you're successful, promotion might come from that?". He stands, speaking ideas at the wind, listening.
Duran scoffs loudly. "Doubt it. I risk my neck for the Gebler, and this is really what I get?" He taps the ground with his foot, almost livid now. "I don't know...I'm really thinking of deserting the army." He grabs Brin's shoulder, whispering harshly. "Don't repeat what I said! I'm going to leave Dazil, forever!" He shakes his head and scuffs his shoes into the ground. "Only if it were that easy...I wish I -could- do it. But, you know, I can't."
Duran (OOC) must edit the pancake log!
Brin (OOC) grins.
Brin (OOC) cannot stay much longer. Darn.
Duran (OOC) says, "After being on 5 days? O.o"
Brin (OOC) laughs. "No, I'm just leaving a session on when I'm not here. Sleep soon. D&D tomorrow.".
Duran (OOC) says, "Oh."
It's not easy to give impartial advice to someone who has probably made up their own minds already. That, and the circle of blame for when their actions fall outside the law, or anything else, falls squarely into the lap of whomever gave the advice. Still, a carefully placed word can... "Why not?".
Brin (OOC) shortposes!
Duran shrugs. "Oh, you know. Gebler'd be after me. I bought my Gear with their finances and all." He scuffs his feet again and stares into the sky. "Plus the act of desertion deserves, you know, execution. If I had some sort of carrier that could protect me and my Gear..." He spits quickly. "Pah. Anyway, I got to be getting back to my post." He checks his watch, and pats Brin on the back. "Thanks for the talk. I really needed it."
Brin shakes his head. "Any time you need to chat, I'll be at the castle.". He resumes his walk along the walkway, quietly humming as he strolls into the falling dusk.
Brin (OOC) grins. Short and sweet ^^. Thanks.
Duran (OOC) exclaims, "Np! Great RP!"
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Duran goes home.
Duran has left.