[log] i have so much rage. just waiting for someone to wrong me.

[apostatised]

While there are a lot of things in the world that Martel prioritizes above modern technology, and especially above 'disliking modern technology' - at the end of the day he's really not fond of it. He can't help it; he's a man of his era, and it'll be a long time before he's quite comfortable in Candice's world or with the trappings of it. It's a nuisance, now, that ignorance; when magical means of tracing the source of Severus's transmission fail him, he's left frustrated and without the knowledge to try something else.

Or the inclination to use the phone himself, also, but one way or another he does manage to get a hold of Grif, to meet him and see if he can't do something with the damn thing.

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[errantknights.livejournal.com]

"Quite so," Martel agrees, momentarily mystified by the point of that smile and evidently deciding against asking. "It's months of work, he's been in and out of the castle for weeks before this."

There was also an exciting incident killing an inconvenient monster underneath the castle. Martel's still figuring out what to do with the corpse. It's...sort of large.

[one-drafted-man.livejournal.com]

Monster corpse barbecue? Om nom?

"And I take it that, even if you wanted to handle it that way, which I'm guessing you probably don't, getting someone new in to do it would require at least as much time as you've already spent first undoing all the work he'd already done?"

[errantknights.livejournal.com]

Martel would like to have left behind the days of eating whatever because it's convenient, thank you. That is just gross.

"And I wouldn't, myself, care to be the person trying to undo his work, yes, precisely."