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[disfavour]

[ This isn't going to be sweet but it will be short, courtesy of your resident Prince Not-So Charming. ]

There are now three flets, which pass as treehouses, in the gardens. These are homes and if anyone is seen nearing them to gain access, they will be shot on sight. I assure you, an arrow is far more difficult to extract than a bullet. [ #EXPERIENCE, urgh. ] Additionally, you will find the Elven quotient aboard the ship is now officially in charge of garden-based security.

That means we need not apologise if your actions force us to maim you.

[ Can you hear someone sharpening a knife? Humming? Sounds a lot like Legolas in the background, right? Someone pissed off the Space Elves. ]

Thranduil is indisposed and has appointed myself in his stead. If you have any concerns which fail to be entirely moronic in nature, you may bring them to me.

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[handelaar]

An' you're supposed to be the head of the Gardens' security now.

[Because wow he doesn't like you.]

[disfavour]

You come to me without presenting a name, demand that I meet with you without offering a reason as to why and find fault when I refuse. Incredible. No, I have other duties to attend, ones that do not include pandering to nameless, entitled creatures.

[ THERE GOES THE FEED. Oh, dear. Click. This conversation qualifies for How Not To Approach The Dark Elf. ]

[handelaar]

[UPGRADE: REALLY HATES YOU]

[disfavour]

[ WE COULDA HAD IT AAAAAALL ... ]

[handelaar]

[ROLLING THROUGH THE SHEEEE-EEE-EEE-EEP]

[disfavour]

[ might wanna get that looked at, son. ]

[handelaar]

[HE IS OLDER THAN YOU

maybe

possibly

??????????-ly]

[elvenking]

And that, Nuada, is our principal.

[disfavour]

[ The recoiling look isn't overt, but it deadens behind his eyes; serve under someone like that? No, he wants this even less now. ]

Is he, indeed.

[ Well, perhaps Mr. Principal should be slain so someone a little less rude can take his place. ]

[elvenking]

I gave you a chance to prove yourself. To me, and to these. If I cannot trust you, my repose will be very short indeed. I gave you no license to do what pleases you. You speak with my voice, not yours.

[disfavour]

Have I said I will wander the gardens filling everyone with holes? No. If they have intent to gain access to the flets, is what I said.

[ And he's getting pretty tired of bowing his head in deference to anyone, chomping at the bit as Balor once discovered. The only difference is that there is no need to slay anyone and gain an army to do away with the humans largely because one doesn't exist. He doesn't care any less for his friends here than he did his father and still Nuada feels brittle with resentment over his own flesh and blood, so.

But he keeps is voice even, and he swallows his fury, because Thranduil wanted rest; and Nuada will hold both his tongue and his feelings in check until his king is stronger. Killing two kings seems excessive, even to him. ]

[elvenking]

I am not troubled by your initial message. I am troubled by your treatment of the responses. Be tactful. If you do not feel it, feign it.

[disfavour]

[ It looks like he just tried to swallow a bug. But anyway. ]

You should not trouble yourself.

[elvenking]

You should give me a choice in the matter. Now, Nederlands has contacted me and tells me he does not wish to work with you. What am I to do, Nuada?

[disfavour]

I'll not work with anyone who makes demands of me as he did, so informally at that, as if he owns the right. Perhaps you should inform him an apology is in order and I will consider it.

[elvenking]

Have I become your messenger? Or are you telling me I ought to do the job I gave to you? Whichever of you began it, there is a problem that must be fixed. Fix it.

voice | private;

[disfavour]

You. Attend this.

[ ... To the point, welp. ]

voice | private;

[handelaar]

[UGHHH. He's only bothering because he likes Thranduil, man.]

Over the network?

[Despite all of his dnw he's very. Very carefully neutral. Small victories.]

voice | private;

[disfavour]

[ If anyone thinks this is an apology, they're going to have a fun time. ]

You will reassure Thranduil that all is well. In return, I will notify you when our home has been breached and disable our attacker if he makes another move against us, he who already shot me bare weeks ago after I had suffered the same fate some time before from a foolish human — [ thanks for nothing, security ] — with non-fatal wounds for as long as possible.

My chief concern is that you do not lay grievances upon Thranduil, no matter what. You may direct them solely at me. This is important.

voice | private;

[handelaar]

[Good thing this is voice, because his expression is screaming "the fuck" where he's silent otherwise.

But really. The hell? That's a lot of shit to address so he begins with the part he feels the most neutral about:]

This is a warning against a specific attacker, then.

[Y? N? The tangent about getting shot is throwing him off.]

voice | private;

[disfavour]

Yes and no. Yes, because it damned well hurt to be shot again and you ought to know if indeed you are in charge of the gardens. No, as I would primarily wish this to serve as a request that you do not worry the Elvenking in any capacity, nor let him know the request itself was made of you. Are you capable of that?

voice | private;

[handelaar]

[Aaaand everything is headed to bears again.]

I'm not gonna do that.

voice | private;

[disfavour]

Then you would have him suffer.

voice | private;

[handelaar]

[Flatly - ]

Suffer. By talking to him.

voice | private;

[disfavour]

[ With simmering calm, he skirts the topic of why Thranduil has locked himself away. ]

Yes. [ You must protect him from himself or he will worsen. Nuada sighs, laboured with too much to say and no way of breaking a trust to say it. ] You must listen to me on this matter and ask no further questions. I would be in your debt.