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[charmoffensive]

[ The benefit of crystals: you can make a face, and no one will know. Particular as his tone simply matches Byerly's as he says; ]

And is that what this is?

[bouchonne]

I suppose that depends. Are you better over the crystals than you are in person?

[charmoffensive]

I think the deciding factor is more how much of a ~chance~ you gave me last time, and if this round is to be any different.

[bouchonne]

I didn't send you from my office, good man. You were the one who gave up.

[charmoffensive]

[ Easily; ] On you, yes. I'm aware.

Let me rephrase: would you consider a conversation around Rifters, diplomacy, and so on? A real one. If so, perhaps we can take it to a quiet corner in a tavern, have a drink, and discuss the particulars.

[bouchonne]

[ The smile is audible through the crystal. ]

Perhaps. But dear fellow - I do not mean to throw my weight around; you really must forgive me for the indelicacy of it. It turns my stomach a little. But you are aware that I am the head of the Diplomacy division, yes?

[charmoffensive]

[ A pause. Then; ]

So you'd prefer the office, then?

[bouchonne]

This is official business, is it not? You approached me in the office, after all. Was I mistaken? - If indeed I was mistaken, and you were simply approaching me as Byerly, then I must apologize most humbly, as your conduct would have been perfectly appropriate. However, approaching the head of the division requires a rather different level of deference. Do you comprehend?

[charmoffensive]

That's what I did the first go, and look where that got me.

[ Probably yet another mark against him: he allows a little contempt to enter his tone. ]

I reported to you, I was respectful of your time, I offered my ideas about what work could be done in your division. I was met with ridicule, for no reason. You weren't an Ambassador, you were Byerly. You can't expect me to behave one way while you do whatever you like.

[bouchonne]

[ A snort. ]

Friend, Byerly Rutyer would meet with a man like you and share a drink with him. Cozy up. On the contrary: Byerly would have been quite pleasant. Ambassador Rutyer, on the other hand, is rather obligated to test all comers, as Flint would test their sword arm, the Provost would test their memory and eye, and the Scoutmaster would test their courage and subtlety. Shall I detail my tasks, and your performance on the ones you actually completed before giving up?

[charmoffensive]

Right. And of the people under your employ, how many did you lecture about getting on their knees?

[bouchonne]

How many do you suppose came in claiming that he had the ability to befriend every enemy that had ever been set before him? And how many do you suppose came in pretending at power? I needed you to demonstrate that you weren't simply some prideful little fop who'd skated by all his life on moderate charm, who'd extracted himself from a few fights using his long eyelashes and his pretty pout and a few well-placed words, and who'd allowed his pride to convince him that this made him ready to be a diplomat. Not just a diplomat, a leader in our ranks.

So I asked you to prove your skills. I asked you to bend. You have proven yourself, so far, incapable.

[charmoffensive]

[ There's a pause; longer, this time. Allowing those barbs to sink where they may, rather than immediately snap back.

Of course, over crystal, that silence could be anything.

Finally, having removed the edge out of his tone; ] I'm really not just doing this for myself, you know.

[bouchonne]

Seeking to protect all of Rifter-kind, I suppose?

[charmoffensive]

There are far simpler ways to look after only myself, rest assured. As you might have guessed, I have practice.

[bouchonne]

Oh, yes. No doubt. The issue is, my dear fellow, that intention is actually only a rather small fraction of what makes a man qualified.

[charmoffensive]

Before I dismissed the whole thing as a waste of my time and yours, the whole conversation felt like a trap. You know very well that friendships are not magical things, summoned from nothing, and what a figurative phrase is.

[ For gods' sake. ]

With that in mind, to try to dance for you as you seemed to request seemed like the failure. A weakness of character. Walking out, not so much, but apparently I misread your clever test. I propose our philosophies are very different.

[bouchonne]

[ A light snort. ]

How would dancing to impress another ever be weakness?

[charmoffensive]

To convey desperation, to take insult, to perform for some nebulous approval. I may not be the politician you prefer, but I know that if it were not me but some other Rifter negotiating on my behalf, I'd prefer they did not debase themselves, and instill in the other party the idea that we'll do anything for their favour.

And if they did, it'd best be for a good fucking reason.

[ There's no venom in his voice, but his tone is careless. ]

[bouchonne]

[ Simply: ]

Am I your enemy?

[charmoffensive]

[ A pause long enough to fit a sigh, directed ceilingwards, however unheard. In a tone a little like he wants to say something else; ]

No.

[bouchonne]

[ He can't let that pass without comment. ]

My, my. Is treating me like I'm a fool and you can't stand the sound of my voice part of your grand plan to impress me? Such a labyrinthine plot to make me swoon.

[ Then: ]

You know, dear Loxley, Diplomacy is the dirtiest division of all. Scouting comes close, to be sure. The work of spies is nasty. But the work is turned against our enemies. Diplomacy, the nasty work is turned against friends and allies. Would you have the stomach for that?

[charmoffensive]

[ Fair. Loxley lets this first point stand, because what can he even say, and pivots to the second. After a little thought; ]

I don't know. To speak honestly.

[ He's not sure if 'honesty' is this man's game, really, but it's what he has at the moment. ]

I think there is merit in building constructive bridges of transparent and mutual benefit, of not being so underhanded as to burn then down again. But I've certainly done things I'm not proud of, for worthy enough purposes.

Bettering the standing of Rifters in this world is one.

[bouchonne]

If it was for a worthy cause, then why would you feel shame?

[charmoffensive]

I don't know. The same reason a warrior has cause to know fear, but will run into battle in spite of it?