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Mitama ([personal profile] poetryslams) wrote in [community profile] recountal2016-04-09 10:31 pm

their own personal hell;

[Mitama isn't quite certain which gods she's offended, but she's sure she must have offended at least one of them, or else this wouldn't be happening to her. There is no other reason why she of all people would have been assigned the morning patrol around camp.

For that matter - camp. Why is this patrol even necessary? Safety from their enemies is why they reside in their castle on in the astral realms, is it not? Certainly, they do have to deal with the odd invader from time to time, but patrols hardly help with that. Those strange otherworldly beings arrive with such a commotion that the entire army can't help but hear it.

It's one thing to be pulled from her sweet, sweet slumber for healing duty. That, she can understand. Proficiency with rods and staves is something that only a handful of individuals in the army possess; there aren't many alternatives. But patrolling? If it's really necessary to do, there are so many other options. All that's required is a pair of working legs, a keen set of eyes, and the lung capacity to yell one's heart out if they happen to notice that something is wrong.

But no, here she is, all but dragged out of her comfortable tent and waiting at the entrance to camp for her patrolling partner. Her father had seemed to be laughing the entire way here, when he brought her -

- and then, of course, the blasted man had turned right back around and gone to sleep in his own tent.

Now it's not even dawn yet. Mitama can see the earliest, faintest rays of sunlight beginning to peek up from the horizon, and while such beauty would normally inspire a poem or two in her, at the moment she finds she's simply too tired. In fact, she must be tired, because she could swear she sees the one other member of the army who gives her a run for her money when it came to napping approaching.]


...what?

[There must be some mistake. Surely Lord Ryoma couldn't have been so shortsighted as to approve herself and Dwyer, of all people, for the earliest patrol. Honestly, what in the gods' names was thinking?

This, rather than the budding sunrise, draws a poem out of her.]


Are my eyes deceived? / 'Tis Dwyer, awake so soon. / This must be a joke.
naptimed: pixiv 1957842 (UGH ☕ why do you do you)

[personal profile] naptimed 2016-04-11 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
...It's way too early for haiku, Mitama.

[ Honestly, it's never late enough for it. Even though Dwyer actually remembers all her little haiku. He can hardly help himself; for all that he's famously lazy and apathetic, Dwyer is scarily competent when he puts forth any effort whatsoever. The blame for that can be laid solely at Jakob's hell-training feet, admittedly.

The blame for this morning shift can be laid at Jakob's feet, too, Dwyer is certain. Perhaps he should occasionally dial back the sass to his father, it this is the results its going to bring about...but it's a hereditary condition. So surely he can't be blamed. ]


Even if you aren't wrong about this being a joke...aren't we of more use standing on duty at the infirmary rather than doing this, to start with?
naptimed: (ACK ☕ well shit)

[personal profile] naptimed 2016-04-11 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
Tch...as if either of them broadens their horizons on the regular.

[ He's pretty sure they stick to their usual routines with determination, really. Has his father ever done anything that wasn't for Lady Corrin's benefit in the past decade or so? Dwyer doubts it. ]

If it came to a contest of that nature, you and I would doubtless beat them senseless...unfortunately, they're both determined to be ridiculous, and milord Ryoma is apparently humoring them...

[ why are they up who the fuck would attack them this early in the morning. surely all sensible invisible soldier invaders are in bed???? ugh. ]
naptimed: (REMARK ☕ that seems ill-advised)

[personal profile] naptimed 2016-04-11 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ Dwyer can badmouth nobility if they're doing something that needs badmouthing, but again: helltraining from Jakob, who treats all nobility who isn't Lady Corrin like, well - people who deserve his assistance (sometimes) but also a fuckton of sass. Dwyer's actually more mild than his father when it comes to scathing comments, even. Not that this is hard. ]

I don't see why not. We can point out our skills are better put to use elsewhere...really, it isn't as though we're drowning in healers. You and I, Lady Sakura...

[ Technically his dad, but Jakob's honestly more aligned towards the fighting side of butlery, let's be honest. ]

It shouldn't be hard to put a logical spin on why this is a terrible idea. Perhaps this patrol would be better served by those who don't specialize in healing. Those who have the spare time to plot against their children...
naptimed: (SMILE ☕ heh)

[personal profile] naptimed 2016-04-11 06:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ Unless the maid is Felicia, anyway. But Dwyer cracks a smile for the first time that morning, leaning heavily on his staff. ]

Heh. It's not as though either of us is known for being particularly good at staying awake. Maybe if we just rest over there for a bit...well, who knows how time could get away from us.

[ The spot chosen has a good enough view of the camp, despite what he said. Even if he's slacking and attempting to do a bad job, Dwyer doesn't really care to leave the camp entirely unwatched.

But it's also just a really nice place for a nap. Excellent grass. Nice shady trees... ]