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mylordtoyouThere were only so many adjustments that could be required of a man who was highly accustomed to routine, military discipline, and a certain pecking order to the world. There were only so many things a soldier could sacrifice without giving any visual cues to his discomfort.
( More introspection of a haughty soldier. )
What the lord would make a fuss about, however, was that his most current uniform had not been so kindly delivered to any of the clothing shops. For two weeks, Lord Edrington had been keen on adjusting himself to these unfavourable circumstances, practising civility and diplomacy even when conversation with others in the town threatened to dissolve his tact. Yet, somehow, in all that he had been granted, Brigadier Alexander Lauder of the 95th Rifles, the Earl of Edrington had no uniform befitting his rank.
Tense and disgruntled, the founder of the brigade who donned the greens and called themselves "chosen men" walked out of the clothing store and sat on the fountain's edge. His search had remained fruitless, like every other thus far, in an effort to find his beloved green wool. Forced to don the old--and rather loathed--reds of two ranks prior, Lord Edrington sat, an odd looking man to any one who knew that no "lobster" in the uniform of Lieutenant-Colonel for light regiment should be cleaning a Baker Rifle.
The earl knew all too well how few would. Still, it irked him visibly that he should not remain the man he was outside this damned place.
Player Name: Mel
Are you new?: NOPE~
Character Name: Lord Edrington
Character Fandom: Hornblower
( More introspection of a haughty soldier. )
What the lord would make a fuss about, however, was that his most current uniform had not been so kindly delivered to any of the clothing shops. For two weeks, Lord Edrington had been keen on adjusting himself to these unfavourable circumstances, practising civility and diplomacy even when conversation with others in the town threatened to dissolve his tact. Yet, somehow, in all that he had been granted, Brigadier Alexander Lauder of the 95th Rifles, the Earl of Edrington had no uniform befitting his rank.
Tense and disgruntled, the founder of the brigade who donned the greens and called themselves "chosen men" walked out of the clothing store and sat on the fountain's edge. His search had remained fruitless, like every other thus far, in an effort to find his beloved green wool. Forced to don the old--and rather loathed--reds of two ranks prior, Lord Edrington sat, an odd looking man to any one who knew that no "lobster" in the uniform of Lieutenant-Colonel for light regiment should be cleaning a Baker Rifle.
The earl knew all too well how few would. Still, it irked him visibly that he should not remain the man he was outside this damned place.
Player Name: Mel
Are you new?: NOPE~
Character Name: Lord Edrington
Character Fandom: Hornblower
