diplomacy, gird your loins.

[bouchonne]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Byerly and Eshal.
RECIPIENT: All y'all
NOTES: Blue is Byerly, red is Eshal.

Bonsoir, Riftwatch. I have some dreadful news for you all.

[ Byerly’s voice sounds a bit dry. And characteristically dramatic. ]

My dear comrade and equal, would you like to tell them?

It's not dreadful, get over yourself. Anyway, Diplomacy has two heads, because we're better than the lot of them. Right?

Oh, yes. It’s widely acknowledged as a show of faith to appoint two people to do the job normally done by one. A task given only to truly quality prospects.

Exactly.

[ A sigh. ]

My esteemed self and this esteemed lady have been appointed joint heads of Diplomacy. She, being a decent and righteous soul, has volunteered to hear any and all complaints that might be made about this decision.

Yep. Love to meet the rest of you, honestly. Come by the head office, any time. I'll supply the whiskey.

[ Byerly lifts an eyebrow at her; he’d expected a protest to him volunteering her for that thankless duty. But, well, if she’s willing to be the goat here, let her be the goat. A shrug. That’s it. Meet your new overseers. ]

Comments

[katabasis]

[Here, a quirking eyebrow instead of a mouth twitching like it's not certain how wide to grin. He sips again from the cup, and the beat is something like assent.]

As to the rest, [another turn] if you're in need of a mage who isn't impossibly bullheaded - I've had luck with Fabria. And Averesch's bark is worse than his teeth. The mage; not his brother.

[saam]

[She lets out a little huff of laughter.] Fabria's good, and we've got a grouchy mage named Averesch if he can't be found. Right, right. And for fancy noble tea parties I shouldn't be at but'll probably have to set up... I'll make Byerly do it and see if he falls on his ass. Glad that's all squared.

[Said with a gentle roll of her eyes. She knows it's not squared.]

[katabasis]

I'm glad to know you have things so well in hand.

[He raises his cup, some mock version of a toast, then drinks what little remains of the whiskey in it.]