Gandhi

Discord: ArizonaRanger#6445 Skin: The Rouge Prince Bid: 130 Mina

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Carlos Mendez rocks his newborn daughter, Garcia in his arms, shaking his head at the news of Erwin's wedding. "And so he moves on this quickly, what kind of man is he?" Carlos queries to her rhetorically, continuing to sway her quietly in his arms.

Luka Bishop signs the cross upon his chest at the news of his fallen ex-Handia. "The Mercatorii nowadays have fallen upon new principles and ideas. The degradation of a culture." He sighs, setting a hand upon his scabbard defensively.

"Praise be." Said a certain Lord Mendez as he heard the declaration be read out in Court.

Charles Darkwood grins as he hears of the feast. His hands toss up in celebration. "Perfect." He mutters, lifting his chin in confidence as he prepares to steal one of his father's suits for said occasion.

Charles Darkwood narrowly eyed the missive for but a second before bursting out into a fit of stifled snickers and laughs. He snatches the missive from it's pinned board and grasps it with his two hands, very briefly he turned on his heel and starts off. Laughing material for his trek north to Haense. "Buffoons." He said.

"Shame Seraphite's knowledge never grew known by the Haeseni." Carlos Mendez mused as he was passed the missive by Henry Bishop outside his home. "Quite the favor, she did." He smiled, glancing up into the sky reassuringly. "Finally, she's f*cked."

Carlos Mendez sits at their family's kitchen table, a floor below his sobbing fiancée. His head rests in his two hands in ponder, his eye rests shut. Eventually his head lifts, just to stare at the ceiling for a moment with a frown. Then, his visage gazed about the room, the bloodied, still uncleaned blood dotting the floor under and around the table. He didn't care, it wasn't the time, he thought. Carlos, then mournfully starts his quiet, muffled murmuring into his own hands. Still not being notified of the Knight's passing. Simply waiting in ponder.

"Padre, I told you." Murmured Carlos Mendez to his dear friend. Agustin, Bishop Cordobe (@Timer) with a sigh. "These recent weddings...Dios mio..None of them are faithful Canonists.." Finished the Senior Mendez, continuing to smoke his Hyspian Cigar with the Bishop while gazing off into the countryside of Sarissa from their seated positions in El Castillo Mendez.

Carlos Mendez sits comfortably in his Keep, sustaining multiple wounds from the certainly worrying battle. "Still a victory." The Retiree winced, shrugging slightly as his right hand returned to his bandaged wound.

Carlos Mendez began eyeing up the letter curiously. His hand slowly lowering to pick up a quill, moving to dip into some ink as he began to write a letter to Seraphite. About the aforementioned charge of Arson.

"Swagga'!" Exclaimed Lord Mendez as he began to grin. "'Always knew she'd be willin' t'do something like this." He uttered a quiet chuckle before returning to his duties.

"Lets go, collapse of Talons." Chuckled Carlos Mendez, clapping with excitement and entertainment from his Sarissan Keep.

"Ella se lo merecio." Muttered Carlos Mendez as he gazed upon the missive, grinning widely. "Mhm." Luka Bishop nodded in response to Henry (@Javert), lifting his gaze to the sky as he emitted a light huff. "She probably deserves it, anyways."

"Chringe." Remarks aged Goiko NC-Offiya Agentea of the Mercatorii, Luka Bishop. As he sips tea in the Sedanian Bishop Manor.

Carlos Mendez grinned, a brief cackle coming from him. "Where can she stay now...Nowhere." Murmured the Hyspian to himself. Before proceeding to show the notice to his fiancee, Lynette Stewart (@CopOwl).

[!] The Doors to the Providence hospital slowly swing open as footsteps erupt, clearly someone storming inside. Shortly, the figure came into Garret's view. It's Charles, his firstborn son. Charles Darkwood froze for a moment, his boots holding him from advancing further from the doorway. His visage begins to form a sizeable frown as he briefly pondered. Still, he manages to sputter out a few words in desperation and fearfulness, "Father!" The boy exclaimed, losing all grip on himself, almost tossing his form at Garret's bed. After quiet words are exchanged between the father and his son. Charles dedicates an hour or so to assisting his father in his letter-writing, given his skills are lackluster but, they're skills nonetheless. Luka Bishop, on the other hand. Celebrates with his Mercatorii comrades, a victorious battle they had just won!

"I might as well join Ein Arisky if this keeps up! Unbearable to reside in the same family as him!" Luka Bishop furiously exclaimed, tossing the piece in the fireplace that rested within the Sedanian Bishop Manor. "I'll feel bad for any woman that bothers to try and live with him."

"Peralien deserved it. They never did like him, over there in Talons." Carlos Mendez stated, quite simply, offering a small shrug as his final gesture.

"Murderers, the lot of 'em." Grumbled Charles Darkwood, as he examined the response. A sigh emitted from him, as he sets the piece down, and continues his duties.

Carlos Mendez, like a good brother. Mourned Vicente's death heavily. "I....Knew it wouldn't work out." Murmured the Hyspian, setting the letter down as he solemnly rose. Seeking out a simple Canonist Chapel to continue his progressing phases of mourning..

Luka Bishop remembers watching the walls of Leumont burn in the name of Godan himself. He then proceeded to pray for the souls of the pagans. “Viva Mercatore...“