Gandhi

Carlos Mendez began to finish up his own enchilada, taking the missive from David Espinoza's grasp as he scanned through this piece, a smirk found itself rested on Carlos' lower face. "Si, David, this compañero's right." He chuckled, his head slowly panning to David as he lofted the piece into the air,, "I could drink to this!" Exclaimed the man, before he proceeds to sit himself back down, setting the missive down onto the table as he took the final bite of his enchilada.

Unironically, I believe the way we fix this, isn't by calling the server a dumpster fire, nor by insulting staff at every opportunity. We need to ******* work with each other, simple as that.

Carlos Mendez frowned, scanning through the piece as he pocketed it. Giving a solemn sigh. "To think this is the woman I allowed to bear my child. Oh how foolish of me."

A certain member of the Mercatorii, a deeply pious man, name of Luka Bishop. prays in his chambers for the soul of the late Pontiff. Sadness was not the only thing resting in his heart, for hatred also boiled. He solemnly rose from his lowered position, turning and exiting the room. "May Godan have mercy on the Pagans, for I wont." Spoke the man, advancing towards his weaponry as he slid his blade into it's scabbard. Himself believing it had been Norland, that committed this certainly heinous act. Carlos Mendez wept solemnly in his quarters, the man that returned him to the Canonist Flock, had fallen. How many Holy Men would fall this year? Carlos thought to himself.

Carlos Mendez pondered for a long while before tossing the ultimatum into a fire, watching the the piece be devoured by fire as he lowered his head. "Haelun'or and Elvenesse, working together....?" He asked himself, withdrawing a sigh of question. Luka Bishop was just frankly happy at the sight. He held a deep and extreme hatred of the Trade State itself.

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The man now going by 'Viktor' previously, Luka Bishop. Scanned through the piece, sighing with relief as he relaxed into his seat. "Good, I'd prefer to not fight fellow men." Remarked Vic as he pocketed it.

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Carlos Mendez sat in the Dock's Grog tavern located within Sutica, he leaned upon the countertop, reading through the thesis. Afterwards he gave a slight nod of approval.

"Our entire family's wanted by Oren...Classic Josephites, forgetting our past..." A spiteful and uneducated Luka Bishop muttered angrily, throwing the thesis away.

Luka Bishop sharpens his blades in preparation for war. An nine year old Charles Darkwood ignores the rumors, continuing his menial chores throughout the day. Carlos Mendez frankly doesn't care enough to pay attention, but still sighed at the sight.

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Carlos Mendez rolled his eyes at the letter, travelling down a street in Osanora, he tossed it into an alleyway. Hoping no one would find the edgy piece again. Luka Bishop bursts into hysterical laughter as he read over the letter, shortly slipping it into his pocket.

Luka Bishop gazed upon the invitation with a warm smile, lowering it from his view as he heard Apolo's comment.. His brow slowly furrowing as he looked in disgust and pity upon his cousin. "By Godan Apolo, have some ******* respect for Henry, he made an honest mistake." Luka stopped himself from spitting at the now sleeping man, knowing Petyr wouldn't be happy if his twin woke up with spit across his face. He then turned to walk off, probably to find and congratulate his closest and dearest cousin, Henry Bishop.

Carlos Mendez simply shook his head with anger and disgust as he slid the missive into his pocket. "I cannot expect anything less from this criminal, he's threatened Hyspia multiple times in the past and will pay for it, with blood.."

Carlos Mendez openly laughed at the poster, making sure to take it back to his home laid in Osanora. Then folding it up and filing it into a desk, never to be seen again. “He calls himself ‘Ser’ only after having his knighthood revoked? This foolish bastard.” Charles Darkwood also chuckles at the poster, having heard many negative things about the organization from his Father, and Great Grandfather.. “Why do they think they’ll succeed? Oren always prevails...” He spoke to himself as he skipped down a road in Providence, quickly forgetting about ‘Gustaven and the Resistance’ afterwards.

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"Well that's something I ain't seen in a while..." Carlos Martinez Mendez mentioned after he skimmed through the letter, keeping an eye on the signature. After minutes of thinking, he finally realized what it truly meant... Lowering a hand to tap his desk that he comfortably sat at while reading through the letter "Trying to reminisce on the good, old days is almost impossible at this point.. Seeing everything that happened since, and how you took this. The Hyspian pointed up to his eye as though she could see, anger flowing through his form. "Part of me wishes nothing but horror and pain to be cast upon you. Other parts wish for mercy, peace, tranquility. Though none of those are options anymore. Cheats and fools, we may have been in the past, but I believe one holds a chance to redeem themselves, I tried, and I hope you will too, pendejo.." He wrote with speed yet emotion as he kept his eyes trained on the parchment laid out in front of him, then after finishing writing... He then hooked it to a bird and sent it off, directed towards Peralien. As for where it ends up, it's probably never directly delivered to her, but if it is. Then that's Based.

Carlos Mendez simply rose a hand to his chin and pondered on the Prince's words.. Finally lowering the hand to pat Cesar's shoulder, with a slight smirk he exhaled. "Once you grow of age, you'll learn. As for now, let me find you something to eat.." The aging man spoke in a deep, yet seemingly hopeful voice as he glanced down towards his cousin.

Carlos Mendez, an original foundling of the Clan, finally took a mild interest in Norlandic Politics. He seemed interested in the piece as he began to read over the statement.. Shortly after finishing the piece he gave a nod of approval as the statement is slid into storage. "Finally, these bastards have done something interestin', after years of silence.." He laughed with a hard cough.. Obviously ignoring the main point of the statement, then continuing on with the boring and menial tasks of the day.