001 (text, then video)

[electroburst]

we're playing two truths and a lie. if you've never played, it's a game where you say three things: two that are true, one that isn't, and everyone tries to guess which one's the lie.

if you wanna go hard mode, do it with the camera on.

[ the "camera" comes on a moment later to Reno's grinning face. ]

I'll go first!

One: I've got a license for just about anything that flies, and I'm a certified flight instructor.
Two: I've had the same job since I was twenty-two.
Three: I don't have a favorite color.

[ His poker face is immaculate; there are no tells, just his smirk and his unflinching eye contact with the camera. Good luck with your guess. ]


( this is an open post, so feel free to threadjack and play this silly game amongst yourselves. i only provide drunken party entertainment here apparently. )

Comments

video

[theleadingman]

Oh, I would believe that first item without question.

[He's seen how strong Mlynar is firsthand— and knows the man has something of a reputation back home, from their previous discussion.]

The second is the lie, yes? The third might seem unlikely at first glance, but that alone makes me more inclined to believe it.

Re: video

[illumiknight]

Got it on the first try, well done.

[Mlynar can be seen suppressing a smile as Balthier makes his explanation. It's a rare sight, for someone who's generally so serious.]

The lie is that it was done without any issues. My mercenary partner and I came across a woman who was about to give birth on our travels, and we took her in our cart to see the local doctor. We had no idea what to do- and my boneheaded idiot of a partner tried to push it back in before I threatened to bury him for even thinking about it.

[theleadingman]

Such things are rarely without incident, I'm afraid— but I hope you mean to imply that there was a happy end all told, hmm?

[He certainly hopes so, and he doubts Mlynar would be smiling, otherwise.]

That said, you do seem the sort who would enjoy poetry. Well-spoken, likely well-read.

[illumiknight]

Despite my partner's best efforts to bungle the whole thing, yes. The woman swore she would murder both of us and our families in her frustration, but we made it to the village doctor in good time.

[He was definitely right about well-read. Mlynar has a whole library back at the Nearl estate, though it had gone woefully unused recently due to years of overwork.]

Would you believe that poetry was what inspired me to pick up the sword as a child? I read all the epics of heroic knight-errants, and I decided that I wanted to be just like them.

...Unfortunately, there's less heroism to write about these days. But that's another matter, and nature provides my quill with enough inspiration.

[theleadingman]

You seem to have escaped the ordeal unscathed— all's well that ends well.

[That woman was certainly well within her rights, and his amusement is rather thinly veiled.]

Quite the inspiration. You would hardly be the first to take their cues from such romantic tales— it is common enough in Ivalice, as well. Who's to say your poetry won't inspire someone else in turn?

[illumiknight]

I’m mostly impressed with the language I heard that day. She had quite the graphic description about where she’d place my partner’s horns.

[A wry smile appears on Młynar’s face at Balthier’s words. Unscathed, yes, but both of them now knew to fear the rage of a woman about to give birth.]

One can only hope that to be the case. My homeland of Kazimierz now sees poetry as somewhat antiquated since the influx of new technology from abroad brought new art forms like television and radio. Still, there’s something to be said for the old-fashioned ways.