Don't we all want some excitement? [INTRO/OPEN]

[ruinedsky]

⭐ Who: Sylvain and y'all
⭐ When: All December
⭐ Where: Various places
⭐ What: New DU employee gets the lay of the land
⭐ Warnings: will add as they come up

Comments

[dullshooter]

"...I don't even think my family has irons."

Sure, he's got extended family in a country he never visits, but it's not really the same thing. He mulls it over for a moment, gazing thoughtfully into his coffee, before just coming out and saying it.

"You rich?"

[ruinedsky]

Sylvain winces as though he said something terrible instead of rich, but it is a small wince at the least.

"I guess technically yes. My father is rich." It is an important distinction because, as Matthias loves to remind his son on the regular, if he ever fucks up enough, he will be cut off.

He shrugs, all casual about it. "Blah blah related to old pseudo-royalty bullshit. It's more about keeping up appearances and being in everyone else's business than it is about actual money."

Comparatively speaking, the Gautiers were struggling. But. You know. It's all relative.

[dullshooter]

"Woa-oah-oah, are we in the presence of royalty?"

Misfire stops him there, as if he didn't listen to literally any of the words surrounding that sentence. Or any of the ones before or after.

"Excuse me, your highness." And he does a bow, almost spilling his coffee, snickering all the while. "You know what, I don't have it in me to do that every time you enter the room. Thought I did, but my back does not bend that way anymore. Am I getting old?"

As if the caffiene has finally hit, his words come out rapid-fire. Relentlessly.

"So how does keeping up appearances extend to you ending up in this specific dump? I mean, don't get me wrong - the DU? Chillest job I've ever had. But, y'know, we've got people living in the walls."

[ruinedsky]

His patience and sense of humor for all of this are failing rapidly. He's trying to keep a cork on it, but...

"You're definitely getting old," mumbled with a little sourness into his coffee.

"My being here wasn't exactly one of the planned fire-irons." Hence the you know whole ran-away-as-a-failure bit from the start. "It is a matter of international safety and security, though, so it's not like anyone can sneeze at it."

[dullshooter]

"Woah - hold on there. Back up a second."

He raises his hands in the air, and does a little rewind motion.

"You can't just say the words 'a matter of international safety and security' and not elaborate on it."

[ruinedsky]

He chuckles mildly, hopefully calming the other down. "I mean what we do here at the DU. Stopping Nightmares, protecting and training young dreamers. Dreamsphere stuff affects the whole world and Nightmares can cause damage anywhere to anyone, right?"