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Byerly Vlad Rutyer ([personal profile] bouchonne) wrote2020-10-03 12:55 pm
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contact part deux

if this were modern times byerly would probably make you listen to total eclipse of the heart before you were able to leave a message
cozen: (n068)

[personal profile] cozen 2022-05-26 09:17 pm (UTC)(link)
You would never.

[ Equally amused. ]

You would tell them jokes and teach them to play the fun songs.
heirring: ([013])

a note.

[personal profile] heirring 2022-05-26 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[A number of days after The Great Lyrium Experiment Debacle, a small box and a note is left with Benedict and ultimately conveyed to Byerly's desk. Inside the small box is a modest collection of small vials, each containing some sort of excessively treacly syrup and bearing labels such as chocolate and raspberry and pomegranate and mint and so on. The accompanying note reads:]
Ambassador Rutyer,

Some time ago, Provost Stark described the ideas of coffees which were also desserts to me. Seeing as you are attempting to relegate yourself away from certain substances, I supposed you might be a willing subject for this experiment if not the other. I don't have coffee, but I trust you will be able to acquire some. Best of luck.

Unrelated (these are not poison), I am soon to make my way to Orzammar for a study of enchantments on behalf of Research division. I would like to know if you and the Scoutmaster ever came to a ready conclusion for what substance members of Research ought to carry on their persons in order to safeguard Riftwatch's secrets. I have attached a list of poisons which my readings suggest may suit.

Please advise.

Sincerely,
W. A. dF.

[This is all printed in a very logical and patient hand. At the bottom, scrawled much more hastily and in a slightly different tint which suggests it was added later:]
P.S. And if you mean to be made miserable by any part of this when I am merely attempting to be kind and respectful, I will be extraordinarily cross.
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[personal profile] cozen 2022-05-27 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ Through laughter, ] C'est mon garçon. They will love you.

[ Perhaps his nephews could have lessons, too, Bastien thinks, and puts it with all his other hopes. Quietly. Until there's word from Gwaren, every mention will have unhappy caveats.

Instead, he gives him a kiss on his shoulder. ]


I love you. If I deserve more than the world, you deserve two. We'll have to get you the moons.
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[personal profile] heirring 2022-05-27 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
[The reply comes by way of a brief note left in his assigned mail cubby rather than conducted personally to the Diplomacy office. It's not in an envelope, but is rather simply folded closed and sealed with a little slit tab of the parchment to keep it closed. It (succinctly) reads:]
Ambassador Rutyer,

Thank you for your report. With respect to the timing of further evaluation, would advise not letting the syrups stand for longer than a month. They may go off.

Sincerely,
W. Anathyme dF.
heirring: ([090])

[personal profile] heirring 2022-05-27 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
[On a similar piece of paper as that second informal note, folded and pretend sealed in the same fashion:]
Ambassador,

Likely not poison, although I am neither an alchemist nor a cook.

(Regarding the cold, I've no idea. See above. You're welcome to include various storage methods in your experimentation. Try not to make yourself wretchedly ill.)

Sincerely,
W.A. dF.

P.S. This merchant asking for salt seems like he's being very cheap.
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[personal profile] cozen 2022-05-27 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ For a moment the silent oh and beginning of a full-body melt can probably be felt, the way they're sitting, but the joke startles him into laughter and pulls him back from the edge of turning into goo and dripping all over the floor. ]

And similarly pockmarked, [ is a gross exaggeration, ] and inhabited by whales, [ is a Moonlight on the Feast of Shadows moon-whale joke for Thedosian nerds and, also, a dick joke. It is a accompanied by a light and cheerful grope. ]
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[personal profile] heirring 2022-05-27 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
Ambassador,

Well enough. Mister Dickerson will be leading the effort with respect to testing lyrium in my absence, though I mean to deliver an assessment of my own place in it before I go. Your apology is accepted. I don't anticipate further kerfuffles, dreadful or otherwise.

Best of luck with the merchant's wife's noblewoman friend in Ostwick.

Sincerely,
W.A. dF
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[personal profile] heirring 2022-05-27 01:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[In a similar slapdash form of marginalia:]

Correct. -W.A. dF.
cozen: (n092)

[personal profile] cozen 2022-05-27 02:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Their cackling may very well harmonize.

Poor Benedict. ]


If you're very good, [ as if he'd ever be anything else, ] you can establish a colony.

[ What does that mean, in this context? He has no idea. He's just saying words now. ]
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[personal profile] heirring 2022-05-27 02:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[Her reply, when it comes, has the prim air of a young lady who has been anticipating a scolding since penning her reply and has therefore thought out all her counter arguments ahead of time. And will now proceed to supply them all in a single sentence.]

That is correct, Mister Rutyer. However I have an excellent constitution, and have consulted a knowledgeable source for the correct dosages, and will indeed for the entire duration. There is practically no danger beyond the inherent one.
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[personal profile] heirring 2022-05-27 03:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Mister Rutyer, you should know that I am in possession of a formidable number of cousins. And that one or two have traveled extensively.
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[personal profile] cozen 2022-05-27 04:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Bastien turns his face into By's shoulder to smother his laughter. When he catches his breath, he peels back enough to say, ]

To make moon swords and defeat Corypheus with a piece of my ass.
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[personal profile] heirring 2022-05-27 05:06 pm (UTC)(link)
And so have heard one or two shocking stories which I couldn't possibly repeat.

—What exactly is the point you're driving after, sir?