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Who: Estinien, Aymeric, and YOU!
When: Mid-afternoon, to early evening.
Where: Around the castle (mid-afternoon), then around the village/in a tavern(early evening)
What: They're the new guards, and they're gonna be doing their shift! But once they're off duty, they're gonna be walking around the village, and stopping at the tavern!
Warnings: Estinien is kind of a crass asshole, but that aside will update as needed.

I. On Patrol - Mid afternoon

[After some fruitless squabbling and complaining, Estinien had finally been convinced to wear his guard's uniform. Aymeric, similarly less than impressed with the lack of armor, and the overabundance of exposed skin, had too acquiesced to the ridiculous garb. It's plain that the outfit was made for someone their size, perhaps even tailored for them, but the job itself could have gotten a little bit more love in execution. Due to the speedy process in which they were made, it doesn't quite fit the towering men like it probably should, making their... assets all the more obvious. That is, if the scars that seem to cover their torsos weren't distracting enough; Estinien being the more scarred of the two. Obvious remnants of battles long since past, some looking like the work of the claws of a beast, some more along the lines of light burns, regardless of their cause, it's pretty clear these two have seen their fair share of battles.

To Estinien's stoic joy, he was able to keep his dragoon helmet. Sure, they were offered helmets to cover their faces with if they so wished, but Estinien greatly preferred the one he's most familiar with, even if it makes him stand out like a sore thumb. Granted, there's worse things with his attire that makes him stand out, than his helmet. The booty shorts certainly aren't one of them, heaven's no! With how the leather seems to ride up in the back, showing more ass than not? Or how in the front it barely contains him? Aymeric sporting the same issues, naturally. It's really quite a treat to see, but less of a treat for the two soldiers.

Regardless, the two will be patrolling the castle, and keeping an eye out for anyone who might be doing anything suspicious. If you so happen to be a suspect of such, consider yourself being tailed by two very fit men who stand at 6'6—you know, nothing too intimidating or anything!

If you're feeling like heckling them while they're on duty, that's totally permissible as well, however it's more than likely Aymeric will be the one more apt to talk than his anti-social friend.]

II. Around The Village - Early evening

[Now that they have been freed of their humiliating uniform, Estinien back in his drachen mail, while Aymeric has returned to his Lord Commander uniform, though without the cumbersome pauldrons.

Surely they're not doing too good of a job not sticking out, clothes aside, they are at least a head taller than most people, and have long pointy ears. They can be seen around the village, looking around and chattering to themselves—or, more accurately, Aymeric is chattering, and Estinien is offering short replies, and maybe an acknowledging grunt here and there. They seem content to keep to themselves at the moment, but that doesn't mean someone can't come up and introduce themselves, or be a little bit more forward than that... either or.]

III. Tavern time!

[Eventually they'll find themselves in a tavern, ordering themselves some drinks while keeping an eye on those around them. It's pretty clear they're not quite used to the uh... free spirits this place seems to have, and Estinien in particular seems less than interested in engaging those whom seem fit to proposition him. Offering most who dare to cross his vision with a disgusted scowl.

Maybe you're drunk and happened to accidentally knock into one of their chairs, or maybe you wanna strike up a conversation with them, proposition them—whatever it may be, they seem fit to stay put in those chairs, and let the ale continue to flow. It's been a rough day, and if there's one thing both of these men can take solace in, it's ale. It's the small comforts, truly, and it seems that perhaps the alcohol is finally working its magic on them.]

Threaded | Flat

[It has been a terribly, terribly long day. Aymeric stares at the empty bottom of his fourth ale. He's starting to feel fuzzy around the edges finally, mercifully. He lifts his head and gives Estinien a kind smile]

Well, we survived the day. I don't think either of us have done guard duty in more than ten years. [He laughs mirthlessly, pressing his face into his hand.]

[Normally, Ren prefers his alcohol much stronger than this, and in much smaller quantities. But he's not picky - even crap booze is still booze, and still bound to get him comfortably tipsy.

[Eventually. Right now, he's still completely sober. And while that's not a problem, he has a slight fondness for having his mind in more elevated states.

[He hasn't been in the tavern long, but it takes him a bit to notice the pair of people who are dressed like they walked out of a fantasy novel. The armor is a bit intimidating, but, well, nothing ventured, nothing gained! Maybe he could... take both to bed with him? From what he can see of the one in less-concealing armor, he's very, very nice to look at.

[Bracing himself, he dares to approach, putting on a smile that's much more confident than he actually feels. He knows he looks downright small compared to these two, from build to height.]

Yo! Haven't seen you around before. Mind if I join you two?

[Despite the energy in his words, his tone is much more mellow. And with a mug of ale in one hand, it keeps him from acting on the urge to lean on the table in some show of suave-ness that would likely not work at all.]

[The transition into the Guard uniform has been rough on everyone. It's not the most flattering outfit. At least, not generally for men. Simon doesn't think it suits him at all, but he only truly feels jeans and hoodies suit him anyway.

Even so, after being out and about in it for so long, he's just used to it. Almost comfortable, but occasionally painfully aware of what he's wearing. Especially when he also gets heckled and especially when he sees people who look slightly better in the uniform.

Simon comes across the duo while he's just finishing his patrol. Whenever he doesn't have to flash his uniform, he likes to throw a cloak on over his shoulders and blend in a little more. He's surprised to see new, off-world guards, given that it's just been John and himself for so long. He only knows they're off-worlders because, until recently, The Mistress had a very particular look in mind when hiring people.

He feels like he should introduce himself, but as usual, he feels extremely uncomfortable. Instead? He's going to follow them for a little bit, as inconspicuously as he can, waiting for a chance to step in]

[ It's kind of nice to have other off-worlders joining the guard; at least, John feels a little less alone in feeling out of place. He knows Dave is never too far away, but with Dave's schedule and his own weird guard schedule, he goes days between without his bee-eff-eff.

He's noticed the two new guys; he'd like to think they stick out like a sore thumb, but if they do, it's not because they're fantasy elf guys, but rather because they, like him, seem interested in something like modesty. He also can't believe he's already thinking of other people as the new guys. It's only been a few weeks, after all...

He sees them in the dorms at various times, and if he's awake, he's usually sitting cross legged on his bed, idly pawing through a book that he can only feign interest in. What did people even really do before the internet existed, anyway? So far, he hasn't been able to figure it out. It also means that he's eager for any conversation he can rustle up. ]

So... are you an elf?

[ Smooth. ]

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