1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve, Marech Veylor
@martialVarnish
Violetblood reserve officer. Duelist, uniform purist, etiquette casualty, and decorated sufferer of public indignities.
Attention, The matter has progressed beyond posturing. A time has been selected. A location has been accepted. Witnesses will be present, as is proper, so no party may later retreat into creative memory or claim the fog was thicker than it was. I will not be providing the details here. Chittr has proven itself enthusiastic, undisciplined, and catastrophically fond of misunderstanding ceremonial violence. Those who need to know have been informed. Those who wish to know may continue wishing. By the close of it, there will be one fewer ambiguity between us. So long as he does not dawdle and accepts my terms. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
Attention, There is a special elegance in watching a troll announce his own composure. It is akin to gathering fingerprints from candle wax. Your own warmth compromised you. The message arrived. It was very firm, and very full of promises. All the theater one might expect from such an eager-looking man. He pretends to be unprovoked. But he chose to misspell my name. A nice touch. Veyor. What do you expect that to mean? Purveyor, as he is under my watchful eye? Conveyor, because I deliver swift justice? Or am I expecting too much of him, and he is simply making mistakes? I am told I crave attention. An interesting accusation from someone who addressed me by title, handle, and grievance before assuring me he had far more important business than responding. The evening must be terribly crowded, if one must schedule indifference in advance. Still, I will grant him this much. He will finally have his match, and the tips of our unsheathed blades will finally grind against one another. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
Attention, It is a traditional part of highblood Honor Duels. You grind your tips against one another to test the give of the swords and ensure the quality of one’s metal and mettle. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
Attention, It is a traditional part of highblood Honor Duels. You grind your tips against one another to test the give of the swords and ensure the quality of one’s metal and mettle. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
Girl these letters are NOT for us LMAO.
I see, I see...very um. Elegant.
I feel like I've read a fan-fiction story with this exact premise before...
Attention, I recommend you keep that observation between yourself and whatever shelf you found it on. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
Attention, That is not an argument, but I will accept it as testimony. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
Attention, At last, someone approaches comprehension. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
Attention, Captain Mirith (@diligentAcquisitions), You erred in public. I corrected you in public. This is not a demonstration of poor manners, Captain. It is the natural consequence of allowing your prose to leave the privacy of your hand earlier than you intended. You ask whether I have forgotten that we present, in theory, a united front beneath Her glorious Empire. I have not. That is precisely why your conduct remains offensive. A united front does not require me to pretend that an Officer may spill Reserve upon another Officer’s regalia, misrepresent a ceremonial rite, and then expect the injured party to pReserve his dignity for him. You speak of my appearance, my attention, my ego, my Ceremony, and my supposed pleasure in the crowd’s notice. It is impressive how naturally you accuse me of vanity while circling the memory of my undone Uniform like a starving thing circling glass. If I was filled to bursting with anything that night, Captain, it was restraint. A quality you continue to mistake for invitation. Your decorations were not denied. They were deemed irrelevant. Maybe it was a mistake to take Inventory of you, as you cannot help but make yourself relevant to an offense. I do not take pride in publicly undressing you in your disgrace. A decorated Officer cannot cleanse the act with his numerous accolades. It is more insulting because you should know better. I take pride in reducing you to the facts, certainly. The issue is that you experience this as exposure, and that is your own private trial. As for romance, Captain, do not place that word in my mouth. I am offended by its taste. I denied it. Publicly. Repeatedly. You, meanwhile, have written of insertion, penetration, my bared skin, your bitterness at my voice, and your desire to see me unsheathed on the defensive. You will lap my blade clean of insinuation when I am through with you. You have finally identified the offense you wish to address. I do not deny your accolades. You have simply disHonored mine. I am not eager. You are evasive. I do not perform for a gallery. It has gathered to gawk at your embarrassment. You creak so easily, like the squeaking of a headboard on old panels of wood. We have finally reached something honest. Bring your accusation formally, Captain Mirith. Name the Witness. Name the rite. Name the injury to your station. When it is within my hands, I will cherish its historical value immediately. I will praise it, as my fingertips brush over every detail. I will bring it toward my face so that I can bask in it and take it all in at once. I, unlike you, am suited for such duties. We will see whether your desire to see me defensive can be granted under proper supervision. Note, for the sake of Chittr's Content Policy: #violence, #gore, #Dueling Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
I can't believe we're just. Allowed to see this. ❣︎
Attention, What do you mean by this? Answer immediately or face a citation. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
This is very educati⚣nal f⚣r a variety ⚣f reas⚣ns.
Attention, You are not on Alternia, I doubt this is helpful, Offlander. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
"= you should settle this in one of your quarters horns to horns or something. official channels are only so efficient. and only so permissive. it can be limiting when there are other ways to quickly solve a dilemma. =" "= not a professional opinion, and my role is unaffiliated. cite my unmarked ship, i dare you. haha, light joke but it is always funny to remind an empire troll of the outer universe. hmmmm. ="
I never said it was helpful, I said it was inf⚣rmative -3-
technically I said it was educati⚣nal. but same thing
Oh. Sorry, I um. Wound uꫂ❁ doing something right after I sent that. I just mean this letters seem quite ꫂ❁ersonal is all! ❣︎
Read Carefully, First Officer Veylor (@martialVarnish), I will not embarrass myself and try to convince you that this typo was an intentional pun. Though, if you were so concerned about "proper platforms," would you not have carried on without spelling the blunder out for all who should lay their eyes upon your word? Our bond must be recognized for what it is after all. A united front under Her glorious Empire. Or have you forgotten your manners since entering the digital sphere? And, I must say, your appearance was very popular. I bet you were just filled to bursting with on the boost to your ego all of that Attention afforded you. As if the ceremony in your honor was not enough. Forgive me for observing instead of inserting myself as expertly as you have. It is no matter of courage, I know enough of myself to admit that I lack your prowess in such aggressive penetration. You will have to show me one of these days. You concern yourself so heavily with my decoration or, as you wrongly suggest, lack thereof. Do you take pride in undressing me, First Officer Veylor? It must bring you great delight to think of my chest lay bare, with not even a ribbon to my name. This wounds me, you should know. I have indeed earned my stripes the same as you, in Service and in suffering the indignities of the public. Yet, you deny me my accolades. Accolades you plainly took stock of when you took your lingering inventory of me, my scent, and my errors in dress as you say. What reaction you hope to provoke with this, I cannot help but wonder. This is the offense I choose to address, First Officer Veylor. The first. For a new one has come up. Why do you suggest romance at all? I will be the first to say that our correspondences have been a headache to endure. Does it please you to know that even now the sound of your voice digs its claws into me, just reading you? There is no sweet that toasts you properly. It is the bitterness that you taste of that is called for. You may be on the offensive throughout this chittering exchange, being the first to strike, with your peanut gallery to watch, but I will see to it that unsheathed you find yourself on the defensive. Signed, Captain Lavell Mirith Threshecutioner Reserve Field Operations
Attention, I have found this portrait in a convenient format to upload. Review it posthaste, then return to your labor. [Marech Veylor is a tall violetblood of severe military discipline and equal beauty. He is built with the kind of narrow elegance that lessers mistake for delicacy. His height gives him reach. His long limbs make the sabre’s length difficult to judge. His waist is trim from the discipline required to turn quickly, retreat cleanly, and keep a blade moving without dragging his body behind it. His shoulders are set high and trained into perfect form by sweeps of Uniform inspections and Dueling posture. His face is aristocratic in the most irritating sense. High cheekbones, a long nose, a precise mouth, and eyes that seem to inspect before they look. He considers these useful. A striking face holds attention, and attention is a handle by which an opponent may be moved. The eyes are especially valuable. They make weaker trolls overexplain themselves. They also make braver trolls angry enough to telegraph the first strike. Across one side of his face are clean, pale Dueling scars. Narrow marks drawn down across the cheek and near the brow. He wears them without apology. They prove he has stood against threats and taken steel without flinching. He is not disfigured. He is composed. His hair is dark, glossy, and kept longer than strict field practicality would recommend, though never loose when danger is expected. Tied back, it lengthens the line of his neck and leaves the face exposed, daring opponents to look at what they wish to damage. When loose, it is useful in theatre. He understands the value of making an enemy watch the wrong movements. His gills are sharp-edged and sensitive, set against the sides of his neck like violet slashes. They are beautiful, as they mark him as a seadweller. He is a difficult foe. His fins are neat, scar-notched, and pierced with restrained Officer’s metal. The piercings are placed so they do not interfere with aesthetics or functionality. His hands are the most revealing thing about him. Long fingers, immaculate nails, old calluses at the base of his thumb and along his palm. They are meant for letters and the stem of a glass, yet designed for grip correction, pressure, and cruelty. He is a refined Duelist. He dresses to emphasize every advantage. High collars frame the throat without restricting it. Gloves hide tells in the fingers. A tailored coat narrows the waist and broadens the shoulder, making his line harder to read at a glance. Polished boots give height, sound, and authority. He wears a Uniform of intimidation. Marech does not regard his appearance as a gift. He regards it as equipment. If others insist on finding him handsome, he will accept the tactical inconvenience, so long as he is permitted to draw his blade.] Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
Now this is a show~.
Attention, Certain users of this platform appear determined to mistake every inter-Officer grievance for quadrant theatre, so I will explain this matter plainly. Officers do not benefit from cordial quadrants with one another. An Officer is expected to maintain judgment, discipline, rank integrity, and the ability to act against a peer when procedure demands it. To entangle that duty in fondness, indulgence, rivalry-as-courtship, or whatever emotional filth civilians use to make authority more digestible is to compromise the chain of command before the blade is ever drawn. This is far from my wanting to be a prude. Rather, I intend to maintain such structures. If I must file against another Officer, I will file cleanly. If I must challenge another Officer, I will do so passionately. If I must stand before Witnesses and state that another Officer has disgraced his Uniform, his Corps, and his station, I will do so whilst making it absolutely clear that it is not a tender private affection. Quadrants create exceptions that Officers cannot afford to possess. A rival Officer is not a sweetheart. A rival Officer is not a secret indulgence. A rival Officer is not an opportunity for spectators to project their appetite for scandal onto matters of discipline. A rival Officer is a test of conduct under pressure. That is why the matter is pertinent. Continue your otherwise mundane chitting. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
you.are.quite.right a.fine.example.of.professionalism.officer.veylor i'll.send.a.commendation.through.the.proper.channels,.should.they.be.open
Attention, You may contact me directly if you would like to submit commendation to my superior Officers. They are not on this website at this moment. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
࣪⊹₊˚{ so like.... are you going where the tides low with the other oarfishers in your barracks orrrr.... }*3*{ }*3*{ }˚₊⊹ ࣪
i.will.wait.until.there.is.more.proper.praise.to.be.awarded.rather.than.gum.up.a.superior's.inbox.with.multiple.commendation.reports until.then,.consider.this.an.informal.commendation
Attention, Captain Mirith (@diligentAcquisitions), It is "bated breath," not "baited breath." Though I confess the mistake is revealing, given your apparent talent for presenting yourself as a lure and then mistaking restraint for hunger. Your bearing and thought process are akin to playing poker with transparent cards. How fortunate that you have finally found the courage to appear. I must begin by congratulating you on your appointment to Chittr, as this seems to be the most significant public operation you have undertaken aside from weaponizing beverages against my regalia. You have entered, of course, with the subtlety of a blade dropped down a steel stairwell aboard a tanker ship. Additionally, you have the discipline, or lack thereof, to believe the balcony is the proper platform for confession beneath the young rays of the light. I did not address the matter on that very balcony because I, Captain, unlike you, do not allow myself to be surprised. I am always ready for any occasion. I took Inventory of you. I confirmed your identity with ease. Your scent, your posture, your errors in dress, your deliberate hand movement, and your attempt to construct a spectacle from your proximity to me all confirmed your appalling presence to even the most novice of gumshoes. I withdrew not from failure, but from procedure. Do continue to flatter yourself with the image of my Uniform undone if it steadies your nerves. I will not deprive you of the small comforts you require to survive the recollection of the event. My shirt was ruined. My jacket was removed. My staffers performed their duties. You watched with the desperation of a troll hoping the scene would demerit me. It did not, no matter how many daggers you stare into my form. You spilled Reserve on an Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve during a Ceremony attended by ranked Witnesses, beneath Honors you were not there to receive, after engineering a drinking rite whose mechanics you misrepresented. Now you arrive here on Chittr, perfumed, pleased with yourself, and, I guarantee, still lacking decorum in your Uniform. There is no romance here. This is a record of our continued grievances. No ache. No recognition. There is no coy invitation suspended between our sheathed blades, once slicked with the lacquered liquors of one another's violet biological hemo-adjacent material. There is only the question of whether you wish to resolve this matter truly as Officers, or whether you prefer to continue performing your charade. So drink to me if you must. Toast my name until it sweetens whatever imitation courage you are pouring down your gullet. When you are finished, Captain Mirith, address the offense plainly. Then we will discuss steel. Note, for the sake of Chittr's Content Policy: #violence, #gore, #Dueling, #substance Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
Attention, I am mailing you a citation for your continued proclivities. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
Attention, Among other insinuations. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
Just complimenting your own choice of imagery, old chap~. It was very evocative~.
Attention, Explain exactly to me what it evoked, Indigo. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
I fear if I say to much, it may warrant another citation~. Though, that could be exciting as well~~~~.
Attention, You continue. Another citation. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
Attention, Another citation. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
Read Carefully, Good evening. I was satisfied to Observe the comings and goings of the userbase of this platform for some time yet, until it was brought to my Attention that my Presence was sorely sought after. And with an egotistical jab to my honor, I am forced from my dwelling to make myself more apparent. This is counterintuitive to my efforts, but who am I to deny a man his showmanship? I am at, the end of the night, a duelist myself. So, hello, Chittr. I am Lavell Mirith, Captain of Threshecutioner Reserve Field Operations. Violet, of course, in blood. From my brief time watching you all mill your free time away on this platform, I am well aware that my decoration, manners of discipline and testimonies, interests you all very little. So I will not waste my time on them. Know that the decorations are many and my position well earned. There are many of you, flippant in your use of this application and arrogant in the ways that you choose to share your location with any troll that happens to ask for coordinates. Carry on in this way as you would like. The reports will be penned all the same. The appropriate visits, made. Back to the matter at hand. Perhaps I should be flattered that scent alone could make you ache in such a way. If truly you used your deductive capabilities to pin me with such ease, why then was this matter not addressed on that very balcony? Is it truly a trick when the intended "victim" was keen on sharing that drink? The holes in your accusation have cropped up just as quickly as you were to remove the stained shirt. It was hardly a splash and the buttons of your uniform jacket were undone before I could take one quivering breath. It was in that early morning light that you bared your skin to me out on the balcony. I waited with baited breath for you to utter my name in challenge, this is true, and yet, our blades remain sheathed. Tonight I drink to you, First Officer Marech Veylor, in belated celebration to the honor you have yet to bring challenge to me for. May these words deepen your curiosities. Signed, Captain Lavell Mirith Threshecutioner Reserve Field Operations
Read Carefully, And to what are you wishing me luck with, Hektor? Signed, Captain Lavell Mirith Threshecutioner Reserve Field Operations
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Read Carefully, I responded but once to you. It is apparent that you did not, indeed, read carefully as instructed. Signed, Captain Lavell Mirith Threshecutioner Reserve Field Operations
I c⚣unt this as tw⚣ but I'll let y⚣ur technicalities lie since y⚣u didn't tag me directly -30 https://chittr.ing/pr⚣file/martialVarnish/51fc34d8-4edb-4eb9-ac68-99b33a336a0b
Read Carefully, Once again I urge you to read carefully. Signed, Captain Lavell Mirith Threshecutioner Reserve Field Operations
Yes captain I'll d⚣ better fr⚣m n⚣w ⚣n~
Read Carefully, You understand that the First Officer Marech Veylor and I are two separate entities, yes? Bonded only in duty and steel. Signed, Captain Lavell Mirith Threshecutioner Reserve Field Operations
Attention, Our formal iconography of the Empire may be counterproductive to our intent to appear as presences on this website. I shall draft a portrait request soon. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
Attention, Do not use this form to communicate with me if you are blocked. You know who you are. I will be merciful in your reporting to authorities. https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSc3wQf9ZeTybBTbkffP4hYcEdznlDEpqbxpYc_wzYrCvDupVQ/viewform?usp=header Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
Attention, @glitteringAcuity has submitted the following information. [PRE-TRIAL MEDIATION! have you or has anyone you know ever been misled by false advertising related to "infinite" or "endless" refills/appetizers/etc at a restaurant or similar establishment?] I have not. I do not dine at such establishments. https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSc3wQf9ZeTybBTbkffP4hYcEdznlDEpqbxpYc_wzYrCvDupVQ/viewform?usp=header Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
Attention, @amandaHugginkiss has submitted the following information. [“This page is to observe potential dissidents to the Empire, ignore my presence” u weren’t on chittr for six hours before u were posting ur own beef with another Officer and had to go BUT IT’S NOT A PITCH THING be so for real u are not better than a Single One of us. u are not gonna last] How brave of you to arrive wearing a false nose and borrowed handwriting. I will address the substance of your submission, despite your clear cowardice in delivery. Yes, I arrived on this platform with the stated purpose of observing potential dissidents, criminal elements, and persons of interest. I then made reference to a private matter involving another Officer. These facts are not in conflict. You seem to conflate the matter of the Duel as being something of a personal stake when it, alongside all other actions of mine, are political. A Duel between rival Officers is not "beef." It is not gossip. It is not a rumor for the mill. Do not dress one of the most deathly and ritualistic practices of the Empire in the disgusting quadrant language. It will not make the reality easier for you to digest. It is a pressure valve within hierarchy. It is a method in which violence is measured without involving the whole Corps. You, naturally, do not and cannot understand this. You saw a dispute and mistook it for weakness. You see our Ceremony as flirtation. You think my restraint is a lack of authority. This mistake is made by civilians who believe visible conflicts are confessions. This is a weakness not shared by Officers of meaningful rank such as myself. I do not need to be “better than” a single one of you. You cheer for the worst of it all. I only need to make my place known. You are clearly aware of it. You cannot stop thinking of me after all. I, however, will never think of you again. https://chittr.ing/profile/martialVarnish/def2635c-e48f-4634-b1d2-de3bc6fc7a93 Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
Attention, I am opening this public correspondence to questions, inquiries, concerns, and accusations regarding other users and their activities on this platform. You may submit matters of etiquette, conduct, loyalty, violence, taste, Impropriety, rank abuse, Uniform failure, suspicious flirtation, public disorder, private cowardice, or any other quality you believe deserves my measured eye. I am not here to settle petty grievances. I am here to determine if these grievances establish a pattern of cocnern. Names are welcome, evidence is preferred, hysteria will be corrected. Proceed. https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSc3wQf9ZeTybBTbkffP4hYcEdznlDEpqbxpYc_wzYrCvDupVQ/viewform?usp=publish-editor Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
Attention, I am requesting, with the full courtesy of public notice, that users of this platform refrain from insinuating romance between Officers on the basis of professional rivalry, ceremonial offense, spilled drink, exposed indignity, or the regrettable theatricality of a sabre challenge. An Officer may despise another Officer. An Officer may file against another Officer. An Officer may seek correction, satisfaction, apology, humiliation, or blood from another Officer. None of this constitutes courtship. You may continue to confuse discipline with desire privately, where your imaginations can expire without requiring my acknowledgement. Otherwise, continue enjoying your night, light, or whatever is in between. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
Ha~ha~! Won't happen again, good chap~~~~~~~.
Attention, This is Reserved for a particular individual who has yet to show his face, but has deigned to offend me with his presence regardless. I noticed you at the Officer's Masquerade yesterlight. As I write this message, I am ashamed to admit I did not recognize you by any mannerisms or demeanor. Rather, it was the cologne in which you have so carelessly drenched these letters. I first realized it when my gills burnt with that familiar resonance of disgust I Reserve for the likes of you. My suspicions were only confirmed when I took Inventory of you in full. Your cufflinks were haphazardly dangling from your cuffs. Your lapel pin was a half inch too low. Only a fool like you could have made such a dire mistake. It was, of course, I with whom you shared that drink on the balcony. You tricked me, you know. I looked into that drinking Ceremony you sold me on beneath the whispers of sunlight peering through the once-dusk clouds. You made us lock arms and curve them back, intending to drink from our own cups. I know now that you jerked your arm intentionally. The Reserve you spilled on my suit in that moment was worth more than your entire sweep's worth of payroll, you know. Poured for me by the Empress's Staff as a celebration of my achievements in the field. Strange how you did not have such an Honor. The only Honor you had of me that night was Witnessing my chest bare and vulnerable for the briefest moment as my staffers retrieved my secondary Uniform. I had come prepared. Of course, you had to make a spectacle of my embarrassment. You wanted me to challenge you to that sabre fight, did you not? It was your goal. You aimed for my thumper, whilst I aimed for your structural shortcomings. I ponder these moments of ours. You remain curious to me. Note, for the sake of Chittr's Content Policy: #violence, #gore, #Dueling, #substance Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
Wow~ lucky chap~.
Attention, I do not believe I've had the pleasure, dis withheld for now, of meeting you before. Whatever do you mean by this? Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
Hello~~~ Hektor Castio is my name, as my post suggests~. It sounds like you had a very pusher-pounding encounter, if I may be so bold~. Not every day a man should so brazenly spill his fluids on you~. In a passionate declaration of enmity, I assume~. #Suggestive
Attention, You may be so bold, it seems. You may also be so incorrect. To imply that an Officer’s humiliation beneath ceremonial circumstance was anything so vulgar as mutual indulgence would see a lesser soldier martialed before the Corps, corrected in public, and made useful only after the lesson had finished taking root. Fortunately for you, Hektor Castio, you do not appear to be operating within any body I am obliged to discipline. Enjoy that distance. Keep those tags to yourself. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
Attention, I would like to extend my continued appreciation to Chittr for the warm welcome I have received since my arrival. The enthusiasm has been both varied and revealing. At times, I admit, it was also charming. Several of you have demonstrated hospitality, some illiteracy. A smaller number of you seem to have impulse control, which I understand to be less fashionable in these surroundings. To those who greeted me with courtesy, I thank you. To those who mistook my introduction for an invitation to confess disloyalty, advertise criminal habit, or place their inadequacies in neat little rows beneath my notice, I also thank you. The appropriate posts have been pReserved, reviewed, and reported to the appropriate channels and offices. Please continue as you were. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
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Attention, The most harmful piece of your post is your outdated Splinternet slang. Pirating media does not harm the Empire unless you are pirating and observing propaganda films for the Empire. In which case, you are likely to be subject to the subliminal messaging of the film anyhow. A win for the Empire. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
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Attention, I do not care for private citizens and their financial endeavors. You should observe my office being that of the Empire and not the Caegar Vault of the nearest philanderopist or direxecutioner. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
Attention, Enjoy the swim. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
Attention, Pythia Harken, you will find that I hold the office of 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve. I am part of the Reserve apparatus. I am an administrator and politicizer of the Empire. I do not currently swing my blades waist deep in the mud of riot blood and break banners over my foes who once raised them. The Reserve exists to pReserve readiness among noble Officers, retired Duelists, and auxiliary executionary cadres. Though many of our veterans are politically placed here, alongside certain highblooded volunteers, we are generally too useful to waste in the meatgrinder or they were unfit for the aforementioned meatgrinder. I train, audit, summon, and provide loyalty tests to the other threshecutioners in the active corps as well as the Reserves. As 1st Officer, I am near the top of the machinery. I oversee correspondence, ceremonial discipline, Duel authorizations, conduct reeports, and the preservation of personal files on trolls. I am far more dangerous than a typical soldier and his drawn sabre. I can make sure your name arrives on the correct desk, with the correct tone, and with the correct evidence to achieve the recommendation I seek. You can avoid a soldier, you cannot avoid bureaucratic processes. Like a blade, my authority is narrow but cuts deep. I can recommend a reservist for advancement, suspension, public correction, disposal. I determine if Duels are Honorable, whether a Uniform violation is negligence or disrespect, whether a public statement constitutes as wiggler noise or seditious temperament. I am fond of categories such as “pattern of Impropriety,” “public agitation,” “ceremonial contempt,” “rank-hostile affectation,” and “probable ideological contamination.” Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
Attention, All of this information and more can be found on the official Threshecutioner Reserves Webslice at )(ttps://join.cull. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
Attention, I have been advised that this platform is a useful place to observe the habits of certain socially active persons, dissidents, enthusiasts, performers, Duelists, celebrities, self-declared revolutionaries, failed revolutionaries, and other charmingly careless souls. It pleases me to no end to know that there are vested trolls on this platform who see the aforementioned sorts and think not to raise their plowshares into swords, rather, they would be so pleasant as to allow the likes of me to observe. Naturally, this recommendation is compelling. I am Marech Veylor, 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve. Violet by blood, decorated by merit, retained by the Empire for matters of discipline, testimony, ceremonial force, and the preservation of traditional means of meritocracy. Please do not allow my presence to trouble you. I am not here to interrupt your entertainments. Continue speaking as freely as you like. Continue making enemies. Continue announcing where you gather, whom you favor, what causes have warmed your little hearts, and which Uniforms you feel bold enough to stain with your opinions. I have always found that people are most honest when they believe they are not feeling as though they are under my magnifying glass. Those of interest may consider themselves noticed. It won't remove their file from my records. Continue, I insist. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
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The quest-on stands then - -s -t a copy-paste or do *you* type -t by hand? :;)
Attention, I believe you will find it to be a portion of my typing quirk, automated by this website's proclivity to include such amenities as auto-quirking. It takes the additional stress and rigor out of the equation and allows for a more effective and efficient means of communication. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
Attention, Your welcome is received with the appropriate degree of caution, given the badges attached to it. I confess I am unused to being greeted by apocalypse-flavored cheer. Still, your enthusiasm is noted, and your pun has been endured with more dignity than it deserved. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
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Attention, There is an exception for the royal caste due to obvious societal reasons. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
>B? yo i forgor are tha threshecutioners tha 1s dat be payin off yo schoolfeeding loans if u manage 2 get conscripted or is dat covertraumatic ops >B?
Attention, It is reassuring to know the public still almost understands military service. The Threshecutioner Reserve does not exist to relieve your schoolfeeding loans. It exists to relieve the Empire of nuisances, deserters, agitators, traitors, and points of interest. If you are seeking an office that purchases the desperate cheaply, you may be thinking of the Covertraumatic Operations Corps. It is an understandable mistake, as they do prefer recruits who cannot read. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve
>B] shii i knew dat >B] >B] thats topsss >B] >BP IM FINNA GET MY FINANCIAL AID UPPP >BP