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just an fyi: i will be going iconless for the foreseeable future

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Favourite Characters - 25/??

| Edgar Roni Figaro |

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blog is still a mess but i have to sleep

see you guys again soon :)

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...did... did i just snag the url... @ladyloving...

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THE STATE OF THIS BLOG..... WILL BE FIXED 

BUT FOR NOW FORGIVE ME IT’S A WIP ALL OVER AGAIN.....

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me, sipping a drink while going about my day: :)

me, moments later, with an audible gasp: i have abandoned MY SON

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sometimes i still think about this place and all of the nice memories it gave me.

hope you wonderful people are doing well. :)

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I must say, watching you and Thancred roast each other like immature teenagers is the most entertaining thing I have seen in a long time.

WHO ARE YOU CALLING ‘IMMATURE TEENAGERS’?I THINK YOU WILL FIND THAT WE ARE IMMATURE MEN.

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archadespirate‌:

          “Away? Ah, you wound me, your majesty! Here I thought we were friends if not excellent acquaintances! Do you think my company so vile that you must run?”

          “FRIENDS!? Are you mad!? Every time I see you, I come away with a raging headache!”

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archadespirate‌:

          “Are you volunteering, your majesty?”

          “Yes. Volunteering myself to get as far away from you as possible, pirate.”

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Never trust atoms, they love to make up everything.

          “Oho! Thank you, dear anon. I shall have to use these on my outer-world science friends.”

Which is… Admittedly a rather small audience.But an audience he appreciates nevertheless.

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(The punon cometh!) What do you call an Acid with an attitude? An A-mean-oh Acid!

Insert amused chuckling here.…Which lasts all day long.

He’s still giggling about it at dinner.The staff are confused.Everyone is confused.

          “…A-mean-oh acid. Heh.”

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silvcrtongued‌:

Spluttering ensues. “Really?! Really–?!” It’s the trenchcoat, the trenchcoat! But it doesn’t stop him from poking at his waistline experimentally. Ouch, Edgar.

“Pah, half-baked or not, it still remains an excuse!” He retorts, though he’s grinning still; look at them, they’re twelve. “Even if it is all in a day’s work for those such as us.” Crossing his arms, he smirks, though it turns into a grimace when he’s elbowed swiftly, and he yelps, elbowing him back.

“Alright, alright, I suppose I can oblige with something of note,” he says finally, lifting his hands. “Would ‘taking custody of said fair maiden’ be enough, my friend? After all having a daughter does tend to…limit one’s free time activities.” The dreaded D-word, the horror! (But he’s not sorry, though.)

         “...I -- I’m sorry?”

Hold up. Forget the waistline. ... Is this a prank? Is he being tricked right now? He looks left, then right -- as if expecting there to be some sort of upcoming punchline.

When it doesn’t come, Edgar furrows his brows, quite genuinely confused.

          “I could have sworn you said ‘daughter’. Think I need to clear out my ears.”

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silvcrtongued‌:

“Of course you can multitask,” he says, clearly not believing it for a second, before, cue pout. “Excuse you! Gods, a man swaps knives for a gunblade and everyone makes it sound like he’s suddenly turned into a lumbering behemoth!” 

Pout pout pout, he’s offended. (But not really. He’s kind of missed this.)

“Oh, you know,” he adds, grinning again. “Saving the world, fighting a cavalcade of nasty beasts, foiling evil plots, rescuing fair maidens…the usual escapades. Such is life, and all that.” Shrug. Boy, that’s sure putting it casually, isn’t it.

          “Behemoth--? Now that you mention it, I did think that you’d put on a bit of weight.”

Be offended. He’s living for this roasting session.

          “My dear friend, that’s a half-baked excuse if I’ve heard one. Saving the world and all that is standard and natural for us handsome, dashing adventurers. I can do that, even with a Kingdom to care for!”

Of course, he knows the pressures that come all tied up into such a vague story, but is it not the way of these two idiots to keep pushing one another’s boundaries? His elbow digs straight into a rib.

          “Come on. I need something far better than that.”

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silvcrtongued‌:

“The wind or your overactive imagination, your majesty.”

Can he give as good as he gets? Darn straight.

“Do you? Huh. You could have fooled me, given your antics— pot and kettle and all that, how many of your ‘kingly duties’ have involved such admiration?” He grins, though. “Contrary to what you might presume, I’ve been busy myself of late. With things that aren’t such storied pastimes, I’m afraid, thus the lack of any letters of invitation. You’ll have to forgive me.” 

          “I can multitask... Unlike YOU and your loud feet, you--!! YOU!!!”  ‘You’ what? He hasn’t the heart to genuinely insult a friend.  “You may as well be wearing WOODEN CLOGS!”

Ah. Some things never change, do they? It’s barely even been a few minutes and he’s already riled up. Oh, how easily he falls into these traps!

          “--And what’s so important that you cannot invite me, hm? Go on, I’d love to hear your excuse.”

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silvcrtongued‌:

“Excuse you, you’ve heard nothing.” Hmph! “And who’s the fool, me or the man who seems to have a habit of vanishing into the aether? ‘Tis good to see you haven’t simply ceased to exist, I suppose.”

          “Oh. I suppose it was just the wind, then?” 

Snort.

          “Vanishing into the aether? Is that what you call being a hard-working member of society? I do have a Kingdom to run, you know. And what of you? Too busy admiring ladies for too long to come and say hi? You could’ve at least sent me a letter offering to join in.”

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dingus dangus‌:

“…Mm.”

-Well Terra wasn’t about to turn away the offer of free snacks, now would she?-

          “Attagirl. Eat up, get some meat on those bones.”

Not that she’s too small, or-- You know what? He’s not going to shoot himself in the foot by voicing that.

          “Save your energy, you can help me later. I’m going to grab my brother’s sleeping bag while he’s snoozing and toss him in the river!”