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6th-Sep-2006 04:13 pm
It has been about two hours since his “delightful” conversation with his best friend, and fleet admiral Draven Rimington. These two hours were spent doing nothing in particular besides chit chatting with soldiers within the gray building that housed much of the navy’s superiors in Port Royal. It was built for the politics and gatherings of officials that had busied them selves into any form of military action within this “pirate’s” port.

Taiven found it silly to attempt a massive reconstruction of the port. It was and still is considered a haven for buccaneers. Absolute poppycock in his mind to start a “war” upon their own turf, and expect a pleasant atmosphere to continue. There were natives to worry about, or was he the only one that had thought of them?

It is different to chase pirates out on the sea, but to start a battle…a conflict…around small children, that wasn’t civilized. Taiven knew that most men in the military didn’t care for the natives – the races were different and thus made these natives “worthless” – but he also figured that these men were blinded by their hatred. Children are children anywhere – any race, any gender, any religion, ect.

He hated the thought of fighting and killing men for sport – public hanging for example – in front of these children. It would have to be hard upon them, not to mention dramatizing.

All of his thinking was interrupted abruptly by the rumbling of his stomach, and these thoughts would have to be second rate now.

The commanding Lieutenant knew it was raining quite steadily outside but that didn’t bother him at the least – he wasn’t going to take an umbrella, or a raincoat.

Saying his goodbyes to his soldiers Taiven sung the door to the building open and started making his way towards a little restaurant.
6th-Sep-2006 08:31 pm (UTC) - The hell?
He has placed himself next to the window again and happens to glance down to see his best friend walking past. Raising an eyebrow Draven pushes the window open and shouts down to his mate, “The hell are you going?”
6th-Sep-2006 08:33 pm (UTC) - Re: The hell?
He stops in his tracks and looks up at his friend without shielding his eyes from the rain, “Why hello Admiral Rimington, are you done reading? I have a hard time believing you read that entire document in such a short time,” laughs, “or did you just happen to skim the whole report?”
6th-Sep-2006 08:36 pm (UTC) - Re: The hell?
Sneers down at him, “When is that to be your business Tarragon?” Looks at what Taiven is wearing, “You’re going to get your uniform wet, and catch a cold at the same time…”
6th-Sep-2006 08:36 pm (UTC) - Re: The hell?
“Oh is that concern uttered from you dear friend?”
6th-Sep-2006 08:38 pm (UTC) - Re: The hell?
“Excuse me? I don’t believe I heard you correctly,” places his hand behind his ear – like people do when they cannot ear someone, “And where are you going? You didn’t answer me from before. That’s rude. What did I tell you about manners?”
6th-Sep-2006 08:38 pm (UTC) - Re: The hell?
“I’m hard of hearing, if you haven’t been able to tell. So what was it again that you told me about manners?”
6th-Sep-2006 08:39 pm (UTC) - Re: The hell?
His sneer grows worse, “You bloody well know what I told you,” he growls it. “Now don’t avoid questions…”
6th-Sep-2006 08:40 pm (UTC) - Re: The hell?
He smiles a mocking sort of smile, “Oh don’t avoid questions huh? I think I learned that skill from my fleet admiral.”
6th-Sep-2006 08:41 pm (UTC) - Re: The hell?
He leans back into the window with a confused look, “I begin your pardon?”
6th-Sep-2006 08:42 pm (UTC) - Re: The hell?
He almost laughs at the face upon Draven – it isn’t everyday that he gets to see Draven off guard – but he catches himself before he bursts out laughing, “I believe I asked you about your reading material and got a nasty response of minding my own business…” Smirks up at him while the rain drenches him, “So I learned avoidance from my fleet Admiral.”
6th-Sep-2006 08:43 pm (UTC) - Re: The hell?
After listening his eyes grow dim and glare at Taiven, “Well you smart ass little git…” Draven turns his head and mumbles, “I ripped it up…”
6th-Sep-2006 08:44 pm (UTC) - Re: The hell?
He blinks but cannot seem to decipher what Draven had just mumbled in that incoherent manner, “What was that Draven? I couldn’t catch it.”
6th-Sep-2006 08:45 pm (UTC) - Re: The hell?
He shoots Taiven a hateful look, “I ripped it up you git!” He almost yells it down at him, and looks shocked at his reaction. Draven sticks his head out the window and looks around feverishly too make sure no one heard him yell – Taiven is the only one on the street at the moment. Draven releases a sigh of relief.
6th-Sep-2006 08:46 pm (UTC) - Re: The hell?
“You are safe dear chum. No one heard you yell that you ripped up a paper of importance. I do hope you read whom the men were at least…before your temper got the best of you.”
7th-Sep-2006 03:46 am (UTC) - Re: The hell?
“Yes damnit I did,” continues to watch out the window, “And where are YOU GOING!?” The sneer never vanishes from his face.
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