♠ hated by @martialVarnish
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
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