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

[saam]

[A rumbling laugh.]

The shit you say, kid. Never thought of it like that, but... fair enough, honestly.

[inkindled]

[Glowing with pride at having come off as normal and maybe even funny, wow--]

Yeah, that's what they say about me. I'm an original.

Anyway, no one'll be forcing you to a chantry or anything. You can carry on. But diplomats aren't meant to be terribly honest, I think, so mind what you say to others and all.

[saam]

Oh, giving me advice, now? Shit. There I thought you wanted to stick around in Forces.

Here's a secret about Diplomacy. It's not just for rich tits and fancy parties.

[inkindled]

Oh, yeah, then what else is it, 'cause that's all anyone ever talks about. Fancy tits and rich parties. And I do want to stay in Forces, mind, so don't get any ideas.