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"Spencer. Make it quick."

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[judgmentbolts]

That's what two, three drinks before you're under the table? I think I can handle that.

1/2

[retrievalist]

Yeah, yeah, you're a virile old man. I get it.

couple of minutes later

[retrievalist]

So the stuff you said. About nobles. Did you mean any of that?

[judgmentbolts]

I did. My opinion's only changed for the worse since then.

If you really are some noble's bastard son — you'll get over it, I'm sure.

[retrievalist]

Between the two of us, only one of us is the noble, Lord Commander.

[ But that's... promising. Very promising. ]

[judgmentbolts]

[ Well, that's something of a relief, though Cid had suspected as much. ]

It's a military position, not a title.

One that I've long since deserted.

[retrievalist]

So the revolutionary part was true, huh.

[ And if the magical god part was true and the—jesus fucking christ—magical slaves part was true, then— ]

Full offence but your world was really fucked up.

[judgmentbolts]

It's not like anyone consulted me about it.

[ The revolutionary part is definitely true. ]

This one's not so bad, I'll admit, but it's got plenty of it's own problems, don't you think?

[retrievalist]

Yeah, just a few.

[ Sarcasm so strong it's probably oozing through Cid's phone. ]

Kind of place designed to pit neighbor against neighbor, you know?

[judgmentbolts]

Does seem that way, doesn't it? Throw up a few big strong walls to keep the trouble out, and who cares what happens outside of them?

[retrievalist]

Yeah, I think you and I are gonna get along just fine.

Looking forward to that drink.