[ S'cuse him, he's slowing his run to a walk and then stops entirely, the line of Asgard's rooftops behind him, framed in by blue sky. Desmond looks right pleased with himself, grinning wide in the morning sun. ]
You're welcome. It was very kind of you to help- not just me but everyone else that came back from Muspelheim that day.
[ He's a bit more serious for the moment under the smile, the part-time teacher who runs with the novizi and big brothers the younger members of the strike team. ]
Sworn duty aside, that shows quite a strength of character. It was something good to come home to.
[ He's disturbed a flock of pigeons, a whole mess of them fluttering around Desmond suddenly with the whisper of wings and the low notes of annoyed birds. Paying them no mind, he sits on the roof's edge, rubbing his jaw. ]
Hand to hand, weapons training...? Purely professional curiosity.
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[ S'cuse him, he's slowing his run to a walk and then stops entirely, the line of Asgard's rooftops behind him, framed in by blue sky. Desmond looks right pleased with himself, grinning wide in the morning sun. ]
You're welcome. It was very kind of you to help- not just me but everyone else that came back from Muspelheim that day.
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[Ahem.]
Well, it is my sworn duty, after all. I would hardly be a decent soldier if I didn't do everything I could to end this war, now, would I?
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Sworn duty aside, that shows quite a strength of character. It was something good to come home to.
[ Desmond lightly adds, ] Did you enjoy the tea?
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Well, I could hardly go gallivanting about right now, can I? I must train, and see to my current work. Still, I am glad that I could be of service.
Oh, I very much did! It feels like ever so long since I've been able to have a decent cup of tea.
How are your wounds, by the by? I do hope they're healing well.
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[ So she does like tea, good to know. He'll be filing that one away, returning with a question of his own, ]
What are you training for, exactly?
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Why, I am training for battle, of course... as well as the investigation.
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[ He's disturbed a flock of pigeons, a whole mess of them fluttering around Desmond suddenly with the whisper of wings and the low notes of annoyed birds. Paying them no mind, he sits on the roof's edge, rubbing his jaw. ]
Hand to hand, weapons training...? Purely professional curiosity.
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Weapons training, naturally.