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: I'm not your captain, Cia.
I don't know what the ranks are, and it makes even less sense when Irving gets promoted to Supreme Commander, King of the Andals and the First Men, etc.
: Please tell me that isn't what I'm imprinting on you.
You know, this is an army so you do actually have to obey the officers.
: Well, that depends, are you going to make me fight in the next battle?
For a dystopian child soldier army run by a mad king it sure tolerates a lot of insubordination.
: Very funny. We need you, you know that. I've never seen a country gal with so much fighting spirit since... Well, probably myself, I guess.
: Alright you've got me there, but still. Didn't you grow up in some fancy dye shop in Sojourn?
The creators have tweeted out three page long backstories for all these characters. I'm not going to link them but they're available on the wiki. It has the same "poorly read child describing their D&D campaign" energy.
: Actually, that was only the latter portion of my childhood, and only because my older brother took up extremely dangerous work that paid well enough for us to move.
: Ok, spit it out then! Where did you live before?
: Small town down south, Kurch. Although my parents were originally from Kharmont.
: Gee, all this talk of traveling is wearing me out. I've got generations of my family all sitting in bustling little Duskwater.
...Ophelia?
: Okay now you're digging a grave for yourself, 'recruit'? [sic]
: Just joking around. All that commanding business is more Lincoln's deal. I find it's better to lead from the lines.
I assume "front" is missing from that sentence.
: I like that about you, a woman of action like myself. The world is our oyster!
: Have you ever had an oyster? I can't imagine they would last well all the way to Duskwater.
Don't ask why "Aramor oysters" are sold in the mission shop I guess.
TheGreatEvilKing summary posted:
: Oh captain, my captain!
: I'm not your captain. I don't even know what rank I am, or if I answer to Lincoln or he answers to me. It's very confusing!
: But you give the orders and we follow them like soldiers. Which we are. I guess.
: For some inexplicable reason the idea of being an officer in an army, when I am an army officer, offends me.
: Ok then, can I skip the next battle?
: No.
: See? You're totally dictatorial and stuff! I thought this was one of those new wave disorganized armies!
: Well, we need you. You're the most spirited country girl since, me!
: You're country? Nuh uh!
: I am, and now we will cover my fascinating childhood as a poor country gal until my family got the money to open a super duper dye shop. Somehow living in the capital did not protect me from the foreign Spanish Inquisition, who wanted to burn me as a witch. I will rib you about being country now!