MOUNTAIN SOUND // PATROL

[freddie]

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— after bluestem’s last visit, everyone had been on edge about what to do next. everyone seemed to be pondering too much over what could be done, and what would happen if they were to come again; if flintlock was ready for another visit from the other group. while he tried to act as unbothered and careless as usual - to try and keep up morale for the others - the more he and eddie worked on their war plans, the more freddie couldn’t help but wonder the same things to himself.

going on patrol helped to clear his mind at least. at least if he continued to act as uncaring about the whole ordeal, perhaps he could convince himself the feeling was genuine. stretching his arms dramatically over his head, he sighed as they walked their usual route. eyes wandered over his shoulder to a few people looking more wary and cautious than usual. “you guys need to relax,” he pointed out, looking at them only a moment longer before looking at the fresh snow ahead of them, smiling absently as he carried on, “what’re you thinking is going to happen anyway? that someone's going to ambush us from the bushes or something? you're getting scared over nothing.”

fred couldn't be bothered to care about their concerns. not this morning at least.

[spoiler=tags ― updated 08/31.][size=8pt]◜BASICS ┊ THE CURSES OF DIAMONDS AND RINGS ◞
‣  ❝ frederick flynn stirling ❞ | freddie, fred, freds | male [he/him] .
‣ 24 years old . | june 20th; gemini.
‣  currently the warlord of flintlock lodge

◜PERSONALITY: ESTP ┊ ONLY AT FIRST DID IT HAVE ITS APPEAL ◞
‣  boisterous . adaptable . athletic . articulate . brilliant . captivating . charismatic . charming . clever . confident . precise . youthful . loyal . amusing. aggressive . deceptive . proud . smooth . stubborn . traditional . argumentative . conceited . difficult . greedy . power-hungry . impatient .
↳ lover of beer and attention
↳ considers himself royalty

◜ APPEARANCE ┊ NOW YOU CAN'T TELL THE FALSE FROM THE REAL ◞
‣ five foot ten & one hundred and seventy five pounds ; reference .
↳ blonde hair kept short and neat
↳ muscular, toned build
↳ blue eyes , often alight with mischief , a deceitful smile

◜ FAMILY ┊ EVERYTHING YOU TOUCH TURNS TO GOLD ◞
‣  kelby stirling x lydia clarks | whereabouts unknown
‣ has a brother named william and two sisters named harriet and lucy
‣ large family; multiple cousins and other relatives

◜ RELATIONSHIPS ┊ STATUES AND EMPIRES ARE ALL AT YOUR HANDS ◞
‣  bisexual ; monogamous | never had a serious relationship before
‣ current lover to mollie hawthorne
↳ no strings attached . sees her as a best friend . is terrified he has developed genuine feelings for her.

◜ INTERACTIONS ┊ WHO CAN YOU TRUST ? ◞
‣  [ 9/10 ] physically  |  [ 9/10 ] psychologically .
↳ difficulty w/ guns [ very difficult ] | difficulty w/ melees [ difficult ] | difficulty w/ hand-to-hand [ difficult ]
‣ [member=1512]elysian.[/member] | dm for any major plots .
‣  friendly or nonviolent actions may be powerplayed .[/size][/spoiler]

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pyrrhic is no stranger to conflict.  being raised in an underground gang empire made him far more accustomed to bloodshed and the shadow of danger than his general demeanor may suggest.  he knows what it's like to fear the unknown that lurks just out of vision, but he also knows that panicking will get nothing done.  still, he can't help but feel vaguely miffed by freddie's laissez faire attitude.  not panicking was one thing, not caring at all was another.  he opens his mouth, an admonishment worthy of his title as the runaway heir resting just behind his teeth.  he stops short. 

there's a soft 'click' as he snaps his mouth shut, swallowing his disagreement in a way his brother might have been vaguely proud of.  his brother would've been setting traps and making plans late into the night.  yet here he was, trailing after someone who gave off the air of almost wanting to be attacked, if only for a little entertainment.  nimble fingers spin an arrow about, sending it in swooping arcs through the space before him and watching it dance across his hand even as his eyes remained firmly planted on freddie. 

unlike the day he first arrived, his dark hair was pulled away from his face, affording him a clear view of the territory and the people surrounding him.  it's all becoming more familiar, but pyrrhic isn't sure how long he'd need to stay here in order to feel comfortable.  being on edge is better than being caught off guard, he tells himself.  "caution has never done a disservice," he finally lets out with a gentle tutting of his tongue, an near mimicry of the crows he sometimes sees in the area.  his voice is soft and smooth, yet tight with all he he does not say, has swore not to tell.  his countenance remains passive to match, devoid of much emotion, and he lets his dark eyes slide smoothly from freddie at last to fixate on the path ahead.

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