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CLARENCE ASTON
" i bear little resemblance to the king i once was "
[table][tr][td]INFORMATION LOG
DATE February 3
TIME Afternoon
LOCATION Elysium border
PURPOSE Usual patrols
[/td][td]TIME Afternoon
LOCATION Elysium border
PURPOSE Usual patrols
PERSONAL LOG
[table][tr][td]JOY
CALM
SURE
KEEN
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KEEN
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DESPAIR
FURIOUS
DOUBT
AFRAID
[/td][/tr][/table][/td][/tr][/table]FURIOUS
DOUBT
AFRAID
WRITTEN REPORT
Ever sice my visit with them some time ago, I hadn't thought much about the Typhoon. For a group of pirates, they were rather quiet. I don't mind it, though. The less trouble, the better. I didn't get much of a response last time I visited and that didn't bother me much. We weren't at war and that was enough. They were quiet, anyway, until their leader showed up when I was doing patrols.
I wasn't worried when I heard her voice. She seemed reasonable enough last time we met and I was more than confidant that if the situation escalated, I would be able to handle it alone. She didn't seem to bring anyone with her and, honestly, I didn't anticipate it getting out of hand to begin with. "Yes, I remember. Clarence Aston. I'm one of the leaders of Elysium, the Magna. I'm sure Bex will be around soon. What is it we can help you with?" I asked simply as I approached and settled down before her. I noticed, despite my conscious intentions, my body was starting to tense slightly, as though preparing for... something. I didn't intend for there to be a fight but it was like everything else in my being did. Probably too many days at sea with drunk men who's only entertainment was throwing punches at the nearest hapless soldier. Of course, usually those men would stumble around a little and then I'd escort them to the sick bay and make them drink some water or eat a little bit of dinner. Once they'd gotten some water and food in them, they tended to be much more agreeable. In any case, while my mind was well aware I was not dealing with a drunk soldier ready to put me in a choke-hold, my unconscious soul was much less agreeable, it seemed.
I wasn't worried when I heard her voice. She seemed reasonable enough last time we met and I was more than confidant that if the situation escalated, I would be able to handle it alone. She didn't seem to bring anyone with her and, honestly, I didn't anticipate it getting out of hand to begin with. "Yes, I remember. Clarence Aston. I'm one of the leaders of Elysium, the Magna. I'm sure Bex will be around soon. What is it we can help you with?" I asked simply as I approached and settled down before her. I noticed, despite my conscious intentions, my body was starting to tense slightly, as though preparing for... something. I didn't intend for there to be a fight but it was like everything else in my being did. Probably too many days at sea with drunk men who's only entertainment was throwing punches at the nearest hapless soldier. Of course, usually those men would stumble around a little and then I'd escort them to the sick bay and make them drink some water or eat a little bit of dinner. Once they'd gotten some water and food in them, they tended to be much more agreeable. In any case, while my mind was well aware I was not dealing with a drunk soldier ready to put me in a choke-hold, my unconscious soul was much less agreeable, it seemed.