018 » your weary widow marches on

[haillenarte]

[network] @joacin; text; day ??? [open]

[it's a text post. of course it is. francel doesn't like seeing video of himself, and despite the prevalence of linkshells in eorzea, he still finds listening to pure audio a poor means of communication. text is easy — text is simple, and rereadable, and easily edited. why can't everyone just communicate by text?]

Is anyone in possession of scented oil?

[then he realizes that might sound strange to most people, and has to backtrack.]

That is — perfumes, lotions, certain hand creams.
Pray do not misconstrue me; I do not ask out of mere foppishness.

All those who would pray to Halone must anoint their arms with fragrant oil to make themselves presentable before the Fury. This is, of course, not a necessity, and given the circumstances, I imagine She would grant pardon... but it has been a while since my last anointment, and I am beginning to feel some discomfort.

Any assistance would be greatly appreciated.

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[dravanicide]

you may feel however you wish twas not my intent to tell you how to feel so much as to suggest you carry yourself with some pride if your intentions are indeed pure and of religious sort

you react in likeness of a maiden than a man over such a minor presumption

[Sorry Francel, Estinien has no tact, and is just kind of rude at the best of times. He cannot help but tease men who apparently don't fit his manly ideal stares at Alphinaud.]

[haillenarte]

I have known maidens with more mettle than men.

[which is to say: don't give francel your gendered bullshit, estinien, his sister is a knight and... well, admittedly, better than him in every way, but that's not the point. the point is that francel has been successfully riled up and is sufficiently annoyed enough that he's dispensed with his embarrassment.]

And I have no intention of using lotion for anything other than a substitute for Halonic nectar. Do I expect too much when I ask a fellow man of Ishgard to be understanding in this matter?

[if only text could convey the proper scorn francel intends in the words fellow man of ishgard.]

[dravanicide]

tis true such ladies exist would that it was as usual as it were true

[Though, when he speaks of maidens, he thinks more of the upper nobility sort who take to dresses before armor. Gossip before dragons. Women in the military are just soldiers, not maidens. Not that it uh... changes he has some interesting views on gender.]

nay but scant can you expect a fellow man of Ishgard to act so naive to think that his brothers are always of pure intent

but worry not you have me reasonably convinced that your purity matches that of an unwed maiden

[Sure, with how Francel has acted, he is now convinced he's a little church boy with actual pure intentions, but he knows well that most of Ishgard might claim their convictions pure of faith, but have aught else in mind. Also, when you've spent a good two thirds of your life in the military and not church or high society, your view is a little stilted.]

[haillenarte]

[not that francel would disagree, if pressed. even he knows enough of high society to know that the majority of nobles waste their time on frivolous pursuits, or worse, whoring and gambling — but still, still, in a situation like this, francel would put helping his countrymen above all other pursuits.

...but he's not asking for lotion so he can Do the Thing okay gods forbid!!!]

I am not an unwed maiden
and nor am I pure but I endeavor to be so.

[a pause.]

...How are you faring, Ser Estinien?

[dravanicide]

[What it must be like to have your greatest worry be whether you are pure in Her gaze or not. Of course, Francel has much more he worries about than this, but it isn't like Estinien takes care in the particulars of nobles and their individual goals or what not.

So, he'll just make assumptions and roll with it.]

if you take care to read again I said not that you were one but that you are liken to one
nevertheless I am certain the Holy See appreciates your devotion

[Estinien honestly couldn't be bothered to worry about that sort of stuff, so he supposes someone's got to.]

I am faring far better than most I wager
as a temple knight we were well trained in means of survival

this place has proven itself scant harsher than what Coerthas could afford us and as an ironic blessing the winter we have endured has offered us ample preparation for this type of environment at the very least

beyond your need for a substitute for religious balms I would hazard a guess that you have fared similarly?

[Which, he thinks is probably giving Francel more credit than he maybe deserves, but if his main complaint is some discomfort for not having an adequate amount of lotion for his religious uses, then he's got be doing well enough.]

[haillenarte]

[he is petty as a child.

or so francel thinks, reading over the first lines to estinien's reply. really, for all the dragoon's posturing, this is boyish nonsense, and francel feels quite certain that he has had similar conversations with one emmanellain de fortemps before. you are like a fool — i am no fool! — i never said you were a fool, i said you were like one —

but there are more important things to worry about, and in the end, francel doesn't continue the argument.]

Yes, I feel much the same way.
My life at Skyfire Locks was honestly more hazardous, in some ways.
And the weather does not bother me as much as it does some others...
I forget to eat from time to time, but
well, I yet live.

do let me know if there is any assistance I might render you.

[dravanicide]

[Francel's assessment is not wrong, for all Estinien can indeed act his age, he can also not act it at all. Though, he'd definitely take more of an insult to being compared to Emmanellain, than he would being called childish.

Honestly, the best thing to do is to let the argument die anyways, because while Estinien wasn't getting annoyed by it or particularly riled, he has no issue needling others.]

eating is vital to fighting off the cold however tis not as if we are in great supply of it so scant can I blame you for skipping meals
it helps not that some of what they call food is rather strange and unfamiliar

[he is amused at the thought of needing Francel's assistance with anything, surely it would be the other way around. But he's harassed the poor lordling enough, he figures, so he doesn't say that.]

if ever I am in need of lotion or scented oils I will be full sure to seek your assistance
doubtless am I that you will find your query

should you ever be in need of mine own assistance do no hesitate to call unto me

[He might be a bit of a jackass, but he'll definitely help his fellow man—let along fellow Ishgardian, if needs be.]