[Console | Video/Action?] did I disappoint you (possible spoilers)

[edgeoftheknife]

[The man in the video is gorgeous. True, there are dark circles under his eyes as if he hasn't slept well in weeks, but it kind of gives him that "I just stepped off a movie set and wow am I tired from being beautiful all day" look. If you've been around the Midnight Hotel at all over the past couple of weeks you've probably seen him there, shadowing after Anton Shudder like a lost puppy--which is pretty nearly the expression on his face most times as well. He looks lost.

He looks like he's forgotten what he came on here to say, as a matter of fact.

After a few more seconds he perks up, looking up at the camera instead of off to the side as he had been. When he speaks it's with an Irish accent.]

Right, hello. Ah, sorry about that. I seem to have misplaced my... brain, today. Anyway, I've met a few of you already, but for those I haven't, my name is Erskine Ravel. I also answer to "Grand Mage" or possibly "hey you."

[He gives a little two-fingered salute and a slight smile.]

I was hoping...

[He goes quiet, frowning.]

What was I hoping, again? I.... Mm, nope, it's gone. Ah well, if it was important it'll come 'round again. At any rate, I hope everyone's having a lovely day. Pay someone a compliment and don't forget to tip your waitress.

[The video abruptly stops.]


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[edgeoftheknife]

[Erskine makes a strangled, near-squawking sound and snatches the cap off of his hair, trying in vain to fix his hair afterward.]

No, I'm afraid this is where I draw the line. This? [He balls the cap up in his fist.] This is not happening.

[As he's standing there, perfectly serious, in his frilly maid's apron.]

[gistful]

So you're not afraid of anything getting in your hair when you flush after scrubbing?

[Eyebrow lift.]

[edgeoftheknife]

[A disgusted look flits across his face briefly]

That--

[He pokes Anton gently, but very deliberately, in the chest.]

--is what magic is for, thank you. And I wouldn't have thought it possible, but I'm even less enthusiastic about this little chore now. That reward had better be pretty spectacular, is all I'm saying.

[gistful]

Of course.

The reward will be the satisfaction of purpose and a deep understanding of muckery.

Merchant's son.

[edgeoftheknife]

[He opens his mouth to make some smart comment about purpose, but then--perhaps wisely--shuts it again.]

How long are you going to hold that over my head? Slave driver.

[gistful]

For as long as I can claim honest social superiority.

Cleaning faerie.