Well, now.

[greying_raven]

*smiles--the kind of broad, solid, honest smile that makes you trust a person--and he looks like the kind of solid, honest person you would trust--he has grey hair and a leathery, sun-wrinkled kind of face, and big hands that are comfortably hard and lined from doing some kind of good work--and that's what you'd think if you first saw him. you'd

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[freyborg_fenix]

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Luther! *beams and doesn't tackle or pounce or anything of the sort* *barely* The old Raven! Come bearing good tidings, I hope, this time? It'd be a change for you. You usually had nothing but bad news, really, in the past; but, well, I suppose most news in times of war is bad, because if it's good, you don't really send news of it much. *finally takes a breath* ...hallo, and welcome, welcome, welcome!

*is babbling. yes. oh yes. because he's even more grinnily pleased than his typist who IS, incidentally, smiling so hugely that her mum asked her what on earth was the matter.*

[greying_raven]

*smiles* Phoenix, my friend. How are you? *gives him a hug, although hugging is not really Luther's Thing, and tends to make him a little awkward--still, it's a hug* *he'd mean a handshake, more, though, and will probably try that, too, in a minute*

You've made me feel very welcome, I'll admit, although I don't think I brought only bad news. No more than could be helped, at any rate.

[freyborg_fenix]

*ragged-voicedly* Oh, fair. Bit sick. Hence lack of pronouns and th' like, y'see. *hugs back, but lets him go before it gets too much* Not only, I suppose, but a fair amount, you must admit. Times of war, and all that.

[greying_raven]

Allow me to wish you a speedy recovery, in that case. I'm sure pronouns are rated a good deal higher than their worth. *glad* *offers his hand* Yes. Yes, it was difficult...

[goldenlapwing]

*laughs delightedly* Hello! We're all here, now. All of Florian's children, at last. *smiles warmly*

Typist: Willpower is for the WEAK. No, for the strong. oh, wait. ...for the BORED. Yes. That's it. Willpower is for the people who want to lead lives of quiet desperation. We, on the other hand, have no willpower, and we lead lives of noisy desperat....efans. ....I'm babbling almost as bad as Stock. *snugglepouncehugtackleglomps* Thank you thank you thank you darling darling pansy-mouse!!

[greying_raven]

So we are. Hello, Rina. *gives her a slightly less uncomfortable shoulder-pat--always liked Rina such a lot*

[Typist] Ohh, you're a wicked one, you are. Maaaaaan. Somewhere in all this I've managed to register wheee look how happy everybody is especially Kali! and it's making me feel as though this was a good idea.

Like his icons? [/typist]

[goldenlapwing]

*smiles again, and doesn't hug him, for his sake rather than hers*

Typist: Yes, yes I am. I always adored Luther. Lots an' lots. *snuggles him*

YES. They're perfect. ^____^

[greying_raven]

*is very grateful, and shows it by continuing into smile, but more particularly for her* Vegetables do have seeds.

[Typist] Waugh. Then I cannot feel bad about this. Wicked!

Luther: *is snuggled. awkwardly*

^^; He wouldn't let me use any of actual people, so I retaliated by giving him the one from A Typical Day in Westmark. Yes. [/typist]

[moderatelymad]

Ah, there you are.

*and hugs, in a manner entirely inconsistent with the offhand tone*

[greying_raven]

Yes, so it seems.

*returns the hug. does not do so well with hugs, but does well with Florian, and the latter overrides the former* It's--well.

Good to see you again.

[moderatelymad]

Likewise. Entirely so. *thumps his shoulder, not to embarrass him further, and grins* How are you?

[greying_raven]

*allows his smile to grow somewhat* I'm as I'd like to be, and that's enough. How are you?

[shornandshaven]

*Stares*
o_O

NEVERMORE!
*Stares some more.*

[greying_raven]

*smiles slightly* Hello, namesake. Well met.

[shornandshaven]

*Stares quizically, cocking his head to one side.*
....
*Hops forward a bit and pecks at one of your feet.*

[greying_raven]

*shifts his boots and rummages in his pockets for a piece of bread, in order to make an offering of good faith*

[onlyachild]

Hullo, sir! *curtsies* I'm Alice.

Where's Westmark?

[greying_raven]

*salutes like a soldier, albeit gently for her* Hello, Miss Alice.

Well, you know, I'm no hand at maps, and I'm not sure where, exactly. All I can tell you is that it's there.

[onlyachild]

*beams and looks altogether delighted at the salute, but decides she ought to salute back and does so* Nice to meet you, Mister Luther.

Oh. *looks thoughtful for a moment* I've never heard of it, so perhaps it's in China.

[greying_raven]

I'm very pleased to meet you, Miss. How are you?

*does not know whether or not he is good with children, so decides to treat them like everyone else, which should be safe, shouldn't it?*

I heard someone said Belgium some time back.