exsilium | o5 ✍ sharpe's PSA ✍ video

[ Sharpe has his tablet set on the table facing him, and his foot is on the chair, knee near his ear. His rifle is propped up against his other shoulder, and his fingers and moving down it, fingering the barrel. ]

I ain't one fer long speeches, so I'll keep this short. [ His eyes flicker finally towards the screen, and he stares straight into it. ]

I know I ain't the only one that's being given dirty looks by the Exiles - that's the proper name fer the poor bastards who're here 'fore all of us, fer those of you who don't know. And I'm telling you right out: if I see anyone fighting or using weapons against them, no matter what they're doing, I'll hunt you down and shoot you in the face. [ Said the most casually ever. But he is leaning forward. ]

That's a promise.

[ A second passes, and Sharpe seems satisfied with what he just said, so he drops back to his seat. ]

Listen. I've seen people like 'em before. People who just want peaceful lives but are dumped in the midst of war. [ Snorts. ] You all know the sickness and bombs last month [ pause ] - if you don't know, read back on the buggering network 'cause I ain't explaining shite you can read yerself - [ back to the topic ] and that's more than enough ta make anyone resentful. They hate us 'cause they think we brought the war ta 'em. We all know we didn't, but resentment's never been particularly logical. Grit yer teeth and bear it. Be decent.

If you try ta hurt 'em, it'll make things worse, and I'd rather not have ta make me own tea because the man in the shop I like starts hating me for the stupid shite any of you are doing. [ His eyes flicker up again. ] I don't ever miss, aye?

[ Pause. As if he's just thought of it. ] Me name's Major Richard Sharpe of the Prince of Wales's Own in Duke Wellington's army. [ A crooked smile, a salute. ] If that means anything ta any of you.

[ ooc; for more info, check out the outline about native hostility. I'm the slowest ever. ]

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Looks like we've got a hero on our hands.

[Her feminine voice drips with cynicism, though.]

Thing about this place and similar ones is that blame is better saved for people who personally screw you over.

Which, as a whole, we did not do to them. I guess the Exiles are too stupid to realize that, but I don't have pity left for 'em, and I'm not all that fond of taking shit.

And I guess yer the baddest arse in yer entire country, so much you needed ta throw yer weight 'bout and bully those who can't fight back. Real clever of you. Looks like we've got a genius here.

[ He can't possibly be drawling harder if he tried. ]

[She sticks to audio, but sighs deeply.]

Look, I get where you're coming from, I do. Nobody wants a war and nobody wants a foreigner platoon of would-be heroes stinking up their grocery stores. [She seems to be genuine here, voice growing softer with a little sympathy.] But if a fucker wants to rape me in an alley, he's getting a boot to the balls and I'm not feeling sorry about it.

[ She gets a raised eyebrow. ]

If a bastard tries ta do that, you have me blessing. 'Cause that's an entirely different thing. [ His words are dryer than dust. ]