Well, supposedly it was run by the other guy who used to head up the Salvation Front with Phil, and a whole bunch of our men who had already defected decided they'd rather go follow him. Only problem is, he was out of the picture in the permanent sense, so we knew something fishy was going on.
I told Phil to stay out of it and leave the investigating to the rest of us, which was all well and good until he tripped over a rock on the way back to the Heimdallr and managed to get himself and everyone who was with him captured.
[Just... let that one sink in for a moment there.]
[ Tenn probably won't even have to try too hard to imagine it, because with the most impeccable timing possible, Phil skillfully trips over a pillow on the floor on his way to the bed with an undignified yelp — though fortunately he does manage to reach out for a bedpost to catch himself before he actually goes sprawling.
He sits down carefully on the edge of the bed, face red with embarrassment, and stays quiet in an attempt to deflect attention. ]
[ Oh my god. That really is impeccable timing, and Tenn is trying his best to hold back his laughter...
...but it's hard, with the story being paired with what just happened. He laughs quietly; it's definitely not as jovial as it could be, but it's a genuine chuckle nevertheless. ]
I almost feel like you did that on purpose... But how did tripping on a rock get everyone captured?
[To his credit, Marcus will absolutely not say a word about what just happened, although his own shoulders may be shaking slightly with silent laughter as he gets up to bring Phil's cup of tea over to him. Talk about a live demonstration...]
It rattled him so much that he wasn't able to fight back using his mirrage artes because he kept stumbling over the words.
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I told Phil to stay out of it and leave the investigating to the rest of us, which was all well and good until he tripped over a rock on the way back to the Heimdallr and managed to get himself and everyone who was with him captured.
[Just... let that one sink in for a moment there.]
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He sits down carefully on the edge of the bed, face red with embarrassment, and stays quiet in an attempt to deflect attention. ]
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[ Oh my god. That really is impeccable timing, and Tenn is trying his best to hold back his laughter...
...but it's hard, with the story being paired with what just happened. He laughs quietly; it's definitely not as jovial as it could be, but it's a genuine chuckle nevertheless. ]
I almost feel like you did that on purpose... But how did tripping on a rock get everyone captured?
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It rattled him so much that he wasn't able to fight back using his mirrage artes because he kept stumbling over the words.
[He is not even making this up.]
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T-to be fair, I'd also gotten stuck in the mud after falling...
[ So at least being rattled was justified, though this... doesn't actually make him look better... ]