>>6006200>>6006084You take a gander into the eyes of the liaison. You? A storybook hero? You’d like to try those glasses on, you suspect the rose tint of the lenses is quite thickly lain. The words leave you conflicted. He’s trivialized your order’s plight, but has revered it all the same. Perhaps he’s caught in that conflict often?
You squint. Those frames are strangely cut. It’s not just your imagination, is it? Rather than the circular frames of reading specs you’d normally see, they have this odd shape. As if the field of vision is maximized to reach the pinnacle ratio of style-to-sight. They also seem a tad bit too big for him, he’s adjusting them, constantly. You don’t lean in, you still need to sell this as a regular conversation to anyone who might still be watching you. You further strain your aging eyes. You make out text on one of the rims: “J.F. REY - Time is no border.” Some pretentious designer tag…
You want to ask about the other Grandmasters, or about Hayner, but the ice is not quite broken, and you’re about to take a hammer to it.
>”Where’d you pick up such odd-looking frames?” You don’t like them. You’re not stupid, this boy is in the pocket of those your order works to undermine. The noble tells the story of the soldier, and those glasses can only see the story… [Keep Alphonse on his toes. True allies don’t deal in “legal obligations.”]>”Wearable art?” You smile. The boy’s experimental, he wants to see new stories, not the spoliated corpses of old ones. (Somewhere, way down south, a brother patriarch feels a shiver down his tail. He examines his reading glasses. A breakthrough…) [Show Alphonse you might be the hero he’s looking for. Maile got her hotheadedness from you, maybe it’s time you owned up for such a mistake?](QM’s note, bracket text signifies that an option may factor into future roll decisions.)
