Gao
[sad jester jingle noises]
mood :
Competitive.location :
Top deck of The Endeavour Summary:
Being loose+ In awe of Auguste's performance + Ready to go imitate pirates to pirates.
mentions :
Same as Interactions.interactions :
Cello.
(Eve) +
Cursed_Romance_Route
(Mosely) +
qunqun
(Auguste) Van Rosingrave
;; Lexis
Eve slapped away his outstretched hand, in return Lexis wiped it off on his shirt as if touched by germs. A petty response to match hers. Siblings.
But she had called his impression 'very good'. She was clapping and nodding in appraisal which added fuel to his ego. The amount of time he had spent scripting and rehearsing would be coming to good use. Lexis was filled with pride. He knew his impression was 'very good'. Of course it was good. He would never second-guess himself. He was great. Everything he did was perfect. The pirate scum would be fooled by his caricature. He would WIN.
Anticipation was growing in The Endeavour's first-mate, eager to reach victory and shove the win in their stupid ugly fat snot-dripping pirate snouts.
Politely, though. Always polite.
Lexis snapped out of this restless thinking when Eve spoke again, having decided they shall approach the operation calmly.
"An excellent decision." He thought that would be wise. Of course his previous quip about drinking foolishly was aimed at no other than her. Eve had the ability to drink anyone into the grave, a skill Lexis did not share. In fact Lexis did not often touch liquor. For the sake of his honour he limited himself on the substance. His intoxicated self was embarrassing, therefore he constantly remained dauntingly sober. A smart choice. Didn't need to cry over his love of charts in front of everybody. Even worse, he didn't need to SMILE in front of everybody.
For his sly comment Eve threatened to make him dance with Jack Ketch, inciting a flurry of panic that was only shown by how fast his head snapped to look at her.
"You wouldn't dare." He whispered feeling threatened, "I do not dance." Clearly more bothered by the idea of having fun than the presence of Jack Ketch. Neither was appealing. "Negative reinforcement decreases job motivation." He turned back to watch the crew go about their work, preparing for the docks. "I recommend decreasing threats for a healthy work environment." Maybe he was being sarcastic. Maybe it was a genuine recommendation. Hard to tell with Lexis. He wasn't about to give it away either as he remained neutral and collected.
Lexis had indeed gone silent and stared at Auguste's approach, unintentionally coming across as rude. Lexis was then told to fix his face before he was used as shark bait.
"I look like this." Lexis said in a quiet voice. He didn't know what he had done wrong this time. He felt Eve was harder on him than most the crew but he could handle it. He had excruciating patience, the type to sit and watch paint dry if he had to. Might even enjoy it.
Auguste straightened up, the looming mass becoming even taller. Lexis shrunk and was about to open his mouth to adjust his previous word choice. Maybe 'appeased' wasn't enough to avoid being mauled. Might need something more enthusiastic. Appease the scary crew-member before he slaughtered the lot of them.
Auguste thanked them in a surprisingly meek way. Lexis blinked. Unexpected. He didn't know how to respond so he stayed silent. Saying 'you are welcome' didn't seem appropriate. He wasn't certain what the gratitude was for.
Lexis returned the hat to his head, commencing his pirate imitation just for Auguste. Yet upon finishing he heard another voice join the discussion and choppy brown hair bob into view. Mosely. She reminded him of a bug with the large goggles on her face. Not that he could see her well, being hidden behind a barrel and all that. He wasn't going to ask about her strange behaviour, too transfixed on what had been said.
"Worry not, Mosely. For it is easy to be swindled by my shroud of deception." A hat. It was a hat. But Mosely had mistaken him for a pirate! How devious of him. How successful this was going to be. With both Eve's and Mosely's commendations, Lexis was feeling very confident for tonight. But there was one individual who hadn't shared his opinion yet. As scary as Auguste was, Lexis wished for all viewpoints. Especially from those that had been around pirates and knew their personas.
"Criticism?" Lexis was not expecting such an inquiry. He hadn't thought his performance required criticism. "I didn't feel it was necessary." But Lexis was not egotistical enough to deny feedback. The opinions of the crew mattered to him, he was not a tyrant.
Auguste told him to loosen up.
He scoffed quietly in mild insult. Never mind. Lexis was a tyrant.
"I am the definition of loose." To prove a point he started indignantly removing the bow from his neck. He was getting competitive for zero reason. "I am the most loose person aboard this ship." This was him detaching from his formal identity. An attempt. A very weird one. "See?" He pulled the tie free, holding the crisp fabric in hand as if triumphant. "This is not a problem. I do not even care about it. I can be lackadaisical. Loose."
This persona didn't last long, soon tying the bow back into place and mumbling something about, "Proper attire still exists for loose people..."
The 'ayyy' caught Lexis off guard, as did seeing the male had tied his hair back and put Eve's hat on. Lexis had just finished securing his little bow and looked up to see a completely different vision of Auguste. And the guy was smiling. Scary. Piratey.
But nothing could have prepared him for the rest of Auguste's performance.
An arm was thrown around his shoulder making tension run through the first-mate instinctively. These casual behaviours weren't something he was accustomed to. The warm presence of Auguste right at his side was strange but this was for a learning experience. A very odd one. Lexis would find it educational nonetheless.
When Auguste looked him up and down, Lexis followed the gaze to check if there was something on his shoes or clothing. The swords-master was talking about helping hands, speaking low near his ear. The first-mates brain began to click things together. He had nailed the disguise and speech but he hadn't even thought about how to approach people. How to walk like a pirate. How to intrude personal space like a pirate. How to have zero morals like a pirate. How to be a pirate floozy.
Auguste had spun away to imitate the other side, making Lexis nod occasionally in understanding. The crewmember had his undivided attention for this. Studying the man from beneath the shadow of his hat. Then Auguste was back once more, shouting a victory. The abrupt volume change would've made Lexis flinch if his reaction process to it was not so delayed. The yell had frozen him in the spot for a moment, saving some embarrassing flinching or anything like that. He just blinked, nodded some more.
Once Auguste concluded his presentation in a humble attitude, Lexis did not know what to say. He opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again. The first-mate was rendered speechless. Instead he slowly began clapping wholeheartedly for Auguste and his show of pirate imitation.
How could he forget such an important aspect to this entire operation? Lexis was shocked by his own incompetence, so caught up in the mechanical workings of his mind he wasn't able to pay attention to the flirtatious nature of that example. He hadn't put a single thought into the body language of a pirate.
"Exceptional execution! Very.. loose." Lexis was about to ask for some more of the performance so he could take notes, when he saw (and heard) the big dog bumbling down the deck to Eve. Lexis wasn't overjoyed having the pet onboard simply because Lexis overthought everything. Tiny's nails might scratch the floorboards. Tiny might fall into the ocean. Tiny might drink seawater. Tiny might get hurt in fights. Tiny might.. etc etc.
Same as Lexis, Tiny wasn't born for this environment. Not a sea dog. Not a sea guy. But there was no time to waste relating with the dumb pet, Lexis had to rethink his entire strategy while Auguste's performance was still fresh in mind. Mumbling things to himself, Lexis wandered off to go re-script his ideas till they had docked.
"Clyde please put shoes on. No, you are not going inside The Barmaid barefooted." The first-mate was stood on the deck with Clyde who was not up to par. The Endeavour was being tethered to the docks but Lexis was having his final lookover the crew. Clyde did not want to wear shoes.
"Do remember you all represent The Cavalry. Keep lines of communication, monitor your drinking and don't stray too far." He doubted most of the crew would listen, but he felt the need to remind them anyway.
Lexis returned the pirate-looking hat onto his head. Disguise resumed. Operation Steal-The-Map-And-Ruin-Everything-The-Pirates-Ever-Wanted-Edition-2 commenced.
But she had called his impression 'very good'. She was clapping and nodding in appraisal which added fuel to his ego. The amount of time he had spent scripting and rehearsing would be coming to good use. Lexis was filled with pride. He knew his impression was 'very good'. Of course it was good. He would never second-guess himself. He was great. Everything he did was perfect. The pirate scum would be fooled by his caricature. He would WIN.
Anticipation was growing in The Endeavour's first-mate, eager to reach victory and shove the win in their stupid ugly fat snot-dripping pirate snouts.
Politely, though. Always polite.
Lexis snapped out of this restless thinking when Eve spoke again, having decided they shall approach the operation calmly.
"An excellent decision." He thought that would be wise. Of course his previous quip about drinking foolishly was aimed at no other than her. Eve had the ability to drink anyone into the grave, a skill Lexis did not share. In fact Lexis did not often touch liquor. For the sake of his honour he limited himself on the substance. His intoxicated self was embarrassing, therefore he constantly remained dauntingly sober. A smart choice. Didn't need to cry over his love of charts in front of everybody. Even worse, he didn't need to SMILE in front of everybody.
For his sly comment Eve threatened to make him dance with Jack Ketch, inciting a flurry of panic that was only shown by how fast his head snapped to look at her.
"You wouldn't dare." He whispered feeling threatened, "I do not dance." Clearly more bothered by the idea of having fun than the presence of Jack Ketch. Neither was appealing. "Negative reinforcement decreases job motivation." He turned back to watch the crew go about their work, preparing for the docks. "I recommend decreasing threats for a healthy work environment." Maybe he was being sarcastic. Maybe it was a genuine recommendation. Hard to tell with Lexis. He wasn't about to give it away either as he remained neutral and collected.
Lexis had indeed gone silent and stared at Auguste's approach, unintentionally coming across as rude. Lexis was then told to fix his face before he was used as shark bait.
"I look like this." Lexis said in a quiet voice. He didn't know what he had done wrong this time. He felt Eve was harder on him than most the crew but he could handle it. He had excruciating patience, the type to sit and watch paint dry if he had to. Might even enjoy it.
Auguste straightened up, the looming mass becoming even taller. Lexis shrunk and was about to open his mouth to adjust his previous word choice. Maybe 'appeased' wasn't enough to avoid being mauled. Might need something more enthusiastic. Appease the scary crew-member before he slaughtered the lot of them.
Auguste thanked them in a surprisingly meek way. Lexis blinked. Unexpected. He didn't know how to respond so he stayed silent. Saying 'you are welcome' didn't seem appropriate. He wasn't certain what the gratitude was for.
Lexis returned the hat to his head, commencing his pirate imitation just for Auguste. Yet upon finishing he heard another voice join the discussion and choppy brown hair bob into view. Mosely. She reminded him of a bug with the large goggles on her face. Not that he could see her well, being hidden behind a barrel and all that. He wasn't going to ask about her strange behaviour, too transfixed on what had been said.
"Worry not, Mosely. For it is easy to be swindled by my shroud of deception." A hat. It was a hat. But Mosely had mistaken him for a pirate! How devious of him. How successful this was going to be. With both Eve's and Mosely's commendations, Lexis was feeling very confident for tonight. But there was one individual who hadn't shared his opinion yet. As scary as Auguste was, Lexis wished for all viewpoints. Especially from those that had been around pirates and knew their personas.
"Criticism?" Lexis was not expecting such an inquiry. He hadn't thought his performance required criticism. "I didn't feel it was necessary." But Lexis was not egotistical enough to deny feedback. The opinions of the crew mattered to him, he was not a tyrant.
Auguste told him to loosen up.
He scoffed quietly in mild insult. Never mind. Lexis was a tyrant.
"I am the definition of loose." To prove a point he started indignantly removing the bow from his neck. He was getting competitive for zero reason. "I am the most loose person aboard this ship." This was him detaching from his formal identity. An attempt. A very weird one. "See?" He pulled the tie free, holding the crisp fabric in hand as if triumphant. "This is not a problem. I do not even care about it. I can be lackadaisical. Loose."
This persona didn't last long, soon tying the bow back into place and mumbling something about, "Proper attire still exists for loose people..."
The 'ayyy' caught Lexis off guard, as did seeing the male had tied his hair back and put Eve's hat on. Lexis had just finished securing his little bow and looked up to see a completely different vision of Auguste. And the guy was smiling. Scary. Piratey.
But nothing could have prepared him for the rest of Auguste's performance.
An arm was thrown around his shoulder making tension run through the first-mate instinctively. These casual behaviours weren't something he was accustomed to. The warm presence of Auguste right at his side was strange but this was for a learning experience. A very odd one. Lexis would find it educational nonetheless.
When Auguste looked him up and down, Lexis followed the gaze to check if there was something on his shoes or clothing. The swords-master was talking about helping hands, speaking low near his ear. The first-mates brain began to click things together. He had nailed the disguise and speech but he hadn't even thought about how to approach people. How to walk like a pirate. How to intrude personal space like a pirate. How to have zero morals like a pirate. How to be a pirate floozy.
Auguste had spun away to imitate the other side, making Lexis nod occasionally in understanding. The crewmember had his undivided attention for this. Studying the man from beneath the shadow of his hat. Then Auguste was back once more, shouting a victory. The abrupt volume change would've made Lexis flinch if his reaction process to it was not so delayed. The yell had frozen him in the spot for a moment, saving some embarrassing flinching or anything like that. He just blinked, nodded some more.
Once Auguste concluded his presentation in a humble attitude, Lexis did not know what to say. He opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again. The first-mate was rendered speechless. Instead he slowly began clapping wholeheartedly for Auguste and his show of pirate imitation.
How could he forget such an important aspect to this entire operation? Lexis was shocked by his own incompetence, so caught up in the mechanical workings of his mind he wasn't able to pay attention to the flirtatious nature of that example. He hadn't put a single thought into the body language of a pirate.
"Exceptional execution! Very.. loose." Lexis was about to ask for some more of the performance so he could take notes, when he saw (and heard) the big dog bumbling down the deck to Eve. Lexis wasn't overjoyed having the pet onboard simply because Lexis overthought everything. Tiny's nails might scratch the floorboards. Tiny might fall into the ocean. Tiny might drink seawater. Tiny might get hurt in fights. Tiny might.. etc etc.
Same as Lexis, Tiny wasn't born for this environment. Not a sea dog. Not a sea guy. But there was no time to waste relating with the dumb pet, Lexis had to rethink his entire strategy while Auguste's performance was still fresh in mind. Mumbling things to himself, Lexis wandered off to go re-script his ideas till they had docked.
"Clyde please put shoes on. No, you are not going inside The Barmaid barefooted." The first-mate was stood on the deck with Clyde who was not up to par. The Endeavour was being tethered to the docks but Lexis was having his final lookover the crew. Clyde did not want to wear shoes.
"Do remember you all represent The Cavalry. Keep lines of communication, monitor your drinking and don't stray too far." He doubted most of the crew would listen, but he felt the need to remind them anyway.
Lexis returned the pirate-looking hat onto his head. Disguise resumed. Operation Steal-The-Map-And-Ruin-Everything-The-Pirates-Ever-Wanted-Edition-2 commenced.
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