video • id: legionare
[ max isn’t big on typing — the device feels fragile and small in his hands and hitting the right places is an exercise in frustration, really — but the voice and video functions are similar enough to some of the things that can be achieved by furycrafting that they seem almost familiar. so here he is on the network, still in full uniform, looking very much like a roman soldier straight out of a history book, for those who have romans in their history books. (to those who know clark kent, he might also look like a younger version of clark pretending to be a roman.) ]
Can’t say I really understand what furycrafting’s gotten me here and I do have to get back, but while I’m here —
[ his posture and expression might have been professional until now, fit for a legionare, but here he grins, something rakish and wide. ] Where’s the nearest bar? Any recommendations for food or drink?
[ a moment later, he sobers again. in more quiet tones, he adds: ] Calderon, if you’re here as well, come find me.
Can’t say I really understand what furycrafting’s gotten me here and I do have to get back, but while I’m here —
[ his posture and expression might have been professional until now, fit for a legionare, but here he grins, something rakish and wide. ] Where’s the nearest bar? Any recommendations for food or drink?
[ a moment later, he sobers again. in more quiet tones, he adds: ] Calderon, if you’re here as well, come find me.

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I'll eat almost anything. Meat especially. [ "sweetheart", huh? that gets a delighted grin out of max. ] I don't know my way around yet, so maybe you'll find the time to show me this charming establishment some day?
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'Some day'.
[She says that with amusement. What a cutely delicate statement.]
I'm free this evening. A man needs to eat.
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[ max doesn't mind if she's a decade older than him. he probably wouldn't even mind if she were one and a half decades older, but anything beyond that ventures too close to something uncomfortable for him personally. (too close to dorotea's age, and that is not an association he wants or needs.)
older women have taught him a great deal about how to please someone, really. ]
And if that's the truth, why don't we both mutually satisfy that need.
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Staying in the standard housing, I imagine? I can swing by around 1900 and pick you up. We can discuss your... furycrafting.
[Okay that's not actually an innuendo, it actually sounds like something she'd be interested in.]
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[ he might do something genuinely impressive, like conjure up an oversized water lion. or he might do something like earthcraft her to feel lust; it's something he used to do with classmates at time during boring lectures, see who could inspire more lust in the other. far more entertaining than listening to anyone talk about the history of alera, for sure. ]
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[Damn, too bad this isn't text, that's prime time for one of those ridiculous winky emotes. Rats.]
Is there something I can call you in the interim?
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[ what an invitation. ]
My name's Max. And yours?
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[She gives him a vague little salute, the sort of thing that speaks to her having military experience while still being completely lazy and non-regulation about it.]
Resident electrical engineer and drinker of outlandish teas.
[gtfo with your flowery crap, she likes tea with heat and spice to it.]
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[ she gives a salute; he returns it in legion-style: a fits to the chest. the microphone picks up the resounding clank of metal meeting metal as he does it. ]
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[Gracious, is he wearing a tin can? What is even going on.]
Well, until later. Try not to get into any trouble between now and tonight.
[A charming little wave, and then it's off she goes!
ooc; handwave/thread/etc? game for anything.]
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Now why would I ever get into trouble? [ he says it with another quick and easy grin. he probably won't get into trouble, but where's the fun in admitting that? ] Later, then.
[ whichever you prefer! :> ]