IC Inbox [Cerealia]

[yourfononsarewhack]

"You've reached the number of Colonel Jade Curtiss. I appear to be preoccupied at the moment. Please leave a message and I may get back to you soon."

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voice;

[yourfononsarewhack]

[Because Jade Curtiss.]

That would be a wasted effort, Natalia. Aside from a few breathing problems, said ordeals were nothing I haven't prepared for.

I would save my concern for someone who has much less experience surviving in the wild.

[Sheltered young'n!!]

voice;

[poised]

[What. She can't help but announce some of her frustration--]

You're a Colonel that resides in the capitol of Malkuth and your childhood home was a resort town! You were just complaining about your old bones not even a week ago....!

[YOU'RE NOT SOME RUGGED EXPLORER, JADE]

voice;

[yourfononsarewhack]

[WOW HOW DARE YOU NOT HIGHLIGHT HIS RUGGEDNESS

Those might be actual points. But rather then addressing most of that, he simply speaks in a light scolding tone.]

You know, Natalia, it's very unprincesslike to make light of the ravages of time.

voice;

[poised]

Make light of--

Do you have complaints of aging or are you a confident wilderness explorer?

[PICK ONE????]

voice;

[yourfononsarewhack]

My, my, asking all of the hard-hitting questions. It will take me some amount of soul-searching to figure out that answer for myself.

But what does it matter what I am? At the very least, I don't happen to be Mosley.

voice;

[poised]

[With so much venom:]

One Mosley is enough.

voice;

[yourfononsarewhack]

[Such venom! Jade is just amused by this.]

Ah, is that so? So I suppose that you didn't recently see him as your knight in a shining mini-cart.

voice;

[poised]

A knight? Please, he's more in line with a bandit than anything!

[and not the kind she thinks are cool!!]

voice;

[yourfononsarewhack]

I would have to disagree with that. If he were a bandit of any caliber, surely he would have stolen a better fashion sense by now. Or perhaps basic communication skills.

voice;

[poised]

Perhaps even a single shred of moral decency.

[The Roast of Mosley continues]