[ By's Blue Steel earns another smile. Then, the comment about softness makes him think of Harry, saying the aristocracy grew weak-chinned, which earns By another point. Eggsy rubs along his jawline as he thinks. Dandy instead of deadly doesn't strike him as entirely true. Why not both? That's one interpretation of the Kingsman style, after all.
He reckons there's something more to Byerly, seeing as his false background in the VR included the royal guard, so he doesn't bother hiding his investigative once-over. His obvious interest may invite further information. ]
Maybe that's more fortunate than unfortunate. [ if it's true. He takes a generous swig of his drink, forgoing the fancy straws. ] Anyone ever tell you that your second impression goes down easier than the first?
[ since he doesn't feel the need to deck him this time around, at least not presently. ]
Oh, just wait for the third. You'll want to strangle me again before too long. At least, I hope so - if not, then I'm clearly losing my edge.
[ By winks at Eggsy. Truthfully, though, the sentiment is rather mutual. The fellow had initially come across as quite the dull stick, serious and straightforward and humorless - but he's actually proving to be quite the charming conversational partner. Far sharper than he has any right to be. And far sweeter...not that By is charmed by sweetness, of course. That would be silly. ]
But you, dear fellow, owe me an answer, if I'm not mistaken. Your certain someone, returned to you from the other side.
Might be that I'm charming enough for the both of us.
[ At least enough to avoid another fistfight, he hopes. By's pursuit of the admission that prompted Eggsy's initial softness, however, has him downing his cocktail. One day he'll need to get his motor mouth under control. ]
Right. Er, yeah. [ a brief hesitation. He looks down at his empty drink. ] What do you wanna know?
[ Playing dumb doesn't suit him, but he tries anyway. ]
[ He would have said shut up, if it wasn't an accurate read on him. ]
Sure, if you're paying.
[ 'cause he won't be. He returns the mug to the bar, but he looks Byerly in the eyes. He won't say the name, but he won't lie, either. He speaks with absolute surety. ]
[ By holds up a finger for another. Congrats, Eggsy, he actually is paying. ]
You can't be a penniless prole who also says things like I was nothing. That just breaks a man's heart, and it takes all the joy out of being cruel to you. Do us a favor and be cocky, won't you?
Hey, you buying me drinks and being nice and still saying you don't deserve to be here — it makes me feel like a proper dickhead for punching you, don't it?
[ So they're even. Well, not even enough for Eggsy to reject freebies. Once the drink is paid for, he continues. ]
Anyway, I ain't penniless anymore, and that's 'cause of more than this bullshit. [ accompanied by a gesture to his state of undress, meaning that he doesn't regularly engage in work of this type. He has a respectable job!! ] And I'm well-fit, besides.
[ Calling himself good-looking, yes. How's that for cocky? ]
Nah, mate. The money helps, yeah, but you didn't know me before. Always dicking about. Quitting everything that mattered. [ He lifts his drink, a gesture of thanks. ] I'm worth something 'cause I'm seeing shit through. I'm better than I was before.
[ at everything, from applying himself to protecting his family. Oh, and there's the saving the world thing, but he's playing at being a tailor for now. ]
Anyway, it's a recent promotion. Back home, I'm eighty-seventh in line for the throne, give or take a bit of disinheritance. But here, I'm the only Vor left. The only Barrayaran left. So, as is tradition in situations like that, I've stepped up.
[ His smile is mocking, and his voice light. Truthfully...Yes. There is. Quite a lot to it. It is his responsibility and duty, now, to advocate for Barrayaran interests. It falls to him to fight to get Gregor out of stasis, to fight to restore and renew their homeland. If other Barrayaran subjects wake up, be they Vor or prole, it is his duty to tend to them and protect them and defend them. It is...so much more than he ever wanted. It is terrifying and terrible.
But it's his duty. ]
No, not so much. I suppose I'm really just in it for the fancy title that impresses the people around me.
It's a valid question. [ but that's a mumbled, half-hearted defense because he did bring up the death of a kingdom or an empire or whatever. That's a lot of people.
Best not to dwell on it. ]
You tried chatting up the royals here yet?
[ using that fancy title, although the rules about keeping the nature of their foreignness hidden may prevent By from using status to his advantage. ]
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[ By's Blue Steel earns another smile. Then, the comment about softness makes him think of Harry, saying the aristocracy grew weak-chinned, which earns By another point. Eggsy rubs along his jawline as he thinks. Dandy instead of deadly doesn't strike him as entirely true. Why not both? That's one interpretation of the Kingsman style, after all.
He reckons there's something more to Byerly, seeing as his false background in the VR included the royal guard, so he doesn't bother hiding his investigative once-over. His obvious interest may invite further information. ]
Maybe that's more fortunate than unfortunate. [ if it's true. He takes a generous swig of his drink, forgoing the fancy straws. ] Anyone ever tell you that your second impression goes down easier than the first?
[ since he doesn't feel the need to deck him this time around, at least not presently. ]
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[ By winks at Eggsy. Truthfully, though, the sentiment is rather mutual. The fellow had initially come across as quite the dull stick, serious and straightforward and humorless - but he's actually proving to be quite the charming conversational partner. Far sharper than he has any right to be. And far sweeter...not that By is charmed by sweetness, of course. That would be silly. ]
But you, dear fellow, owe me an answer, if I'm not mistaken. Your certain someone, returned to you from the other side.
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Might be that I'm charming enough for the both of us.
[ At least enough to avoid another fistfight, he hopes. By's pursuit of the admission that prompted Eggsy's initial softness, however, has him downing his cocktail. One day he'll need to get his motor mouth under control. ]
Right. Er, yeah. [ a brief hesitation. He looks down at his empty drink. ] What do you wanna know?
[ Playing dumb doesn't suit him, but he tries anyway. ]
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Sure, if you're paying.
[ 'cause he won't be. He returns the mug to the bar, but he looks Byerly in the eyes. He won't say the name, but he won't lie, either. He speaks with absolute surety. ]
I was nothing, yeah? And he made me something.
[ It's that simple, in his mind. ]
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[ By holds up a finger for another. Congrats, Eggsy, he actually is paying. ]
You can't be a penniless prole who also says things like I was nothing. That just breaks a man's heart, and it takes all the joy out of being cruel to you. Do us a favor and be cocky, won't you?
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Hey, you buying me drinks and being nice and still saying you don't deserve to be here — it makes me feel like a proper dickhead for punching you, don't it?
[ So they're even. Well, not even enough for Eggsy to reject freebies. Once the drink is paid for, he continues. ]
Anyway, I ain't penniless anymore, and that's 'cause of more than this bullshit. [ accompanied by a gesture to his state of undress, meaning that he doesn't regularly engage in work of this type. He has a respectable job!! ] And I'm well-fit, besides.
[ Calling himself good-looking, yes. How's that for cocky? ]
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But you had your looks before. So it's money that makes you worth something? You really are a capitalist.
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Nah, mate. The money helps, yeah, but you didn't know me before. Always dicking about. Quitting everything that mattered. [ He lifts his drink, a gesture of thanks. ] I'm worth something 'cause I'm seeing shit through. I'm better than I was before.
[ at everything, from applying himself to protecting his family. Oh, and there's the saving the world thing, but he's playing at being a tailor for now. ]
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Why, I think I'm offended. You've just described precisely how I live my life.
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I can never tell whether you're taking the piss or not.
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I'm doubly offended. No one in the world is more sincere than I, dear little - how do you like to be called, anyway? I never actually asked.
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Don't think I'm particularly little, but — Eggsy. [ He extends a hand to shake, seeing as it's their first proper meeting. ] And yourself?
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[ He reaches out and shakes Eggsy's hand. ]
Charmed, I'm sure. So who is it who made you what you are, then? What's his name?
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Yeah, my pleasure. [ This time, he doesn't hesitate. ] His name's Henry DeVere.
[ a beat. ]
Sorry, can we go back to the Emperor bit?
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If you'd like. Are you impressed?
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[ So at the very least, he's intrigued. ]
That mean I'm supposed to call you something special?
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Well, the appropriate style is "Your Imperial Gorgeousness."
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So, not "that dickhead from the VR." [ teasing, seeing as that's how he had been remembering Byerly. ] By, then.
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[ With a sigh - ]
Anyway, it's a recent promotion. Back home, I'm eighty-seventh in line for the throne, give or take a bit of disinheritance. But here, I'm the only Vor left. The only Barrayaran left. So, as is tradition in situations like that, I've stepped up.
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[ with everything gone, but he realises the question is callous before finishing it. Ah ]
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[ His smile is mocking, and his voice light. Truthfully...Yes. There is. Quite a lot to it. It is his responsibility and duty, now, to advocate for Barrayaran interests. It falls to him to fight to get Gregor out of stasis, to fight to restore and renew their homeland. If other Barrayaran subjects wake up, be they Vor or prole, it is his duty to tend to them and protect them and defend them. It is...so much more than he ever wanted. It is terrifying and terrible.
But it's his duty. ]
No, not so much. I suppose I'm really just in it for the fancy title that impresses the people around me.
[ He sips. ]
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Best not to dwell on it. ]
You tried chatting up the royals here yet?
[ using that fancy title, although the rules about keeping the nature of their foreignness hidden may prevent By from using status to his advantage. ]
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[ He winks and makes a faint kissy face. You know. Chatting up. ]
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[ he waggles his brows. ]
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