Flying Aces




Having been lucky enough to grown up in an upper-class family, Loras has spent much of his youth between the Tyrell house in London, and the estate out in the English countryside. Excelling at almost everything he has attempted, Loras' true calling comes in the form of the piano; his thin, nimble fingers and effortless grace serving him well as he practices and preforms. The definition of a dandy, Loras' natural charm and charisma serve him well, and with a promising career ahead of him and a secret lover supporting his every step, it would appear as if he has everything he could ask for.
But the excitement and adventure that he craves has never been found behind the ivory keys of his piano, and as war with Germany and the Austro-Hungarian Empire is declared, he is both eager and willing to join the fray in hopes of finding glory and fame. While his father (a military man himself) is supportive of his intentions, his mother and grandmother wish him to stay back, fearful of what the war may bring. The only fear Loras has is that the war will be over before he has a chance to prove his worth.

OOC: Things have been just a wee bit dead lately 

 Of course I’m 90% sure exams and holidays are eating people alive. Despite this, I think it would be cool if we did something to get things moving again? Any suggestions, my jive turkeys?


2 years ago · 5 notes
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Debussy - Valse romantique



jmormont:

OOC: So, Scottish men wear kilts.  WWI Jorah.  Needs to have some occasion to wear a kilt to.  Like now.  So what I’m saying is, I agree with Alyssa - we need a fancy party in the near future that everyone can mingle at. And that Jorah can wear a kilt to. :D

OOC: Clearly this kilt wearing business is of utmost importance. I’d offer to ‘host’ the party, but seeing as how the lovely Margaery is off doing real-life business, I can’t really just say ‘HEY EVERYONE, PARTY AT THE TYRELL ESTATE’. Were someone else to host a party, however, and I can assure you Loras will appear in his wonderful dandy grace.
 He may even admire Jorah’s kilt. And no, that is not a euphemism.

jmormont:

OOC: So, Scottish men wear kilts.  WWI Jorah.  Needs to have some occasion to wear a kilt to.  Like now.  So what I’m saying is, I agree with Alyssa - we need a fancy party in the near future that everyone can mingle at. And that Jorah can wear a kilt to. :D

OOC: Clearly this kilt wearing business is of utmost importance. I’d offer to ‘host’ the party, but seeing as how the lovely Margaery is off doing real-life business, I can’t really just say ‘HEY EVERYONE, PARTY AT THE TYRELL ESTATE’. Were someone else to host a party, however, and I can assure you Loras will appear in his wonderful dandy grace.

 He may even admire Jorah’s kilt. And no, that is not a euphemism.


2 years ago · 5 notes · originally from reportermormont
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They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them.
Lest We Forget

They shall grow not old,
as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them,
nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun
and in the morning
We will remember them.

Lest We Forget



Muse [Loras Tyrell] [Renly Baratheon] 

 Muse
Tyrell Household- London, UK
~Each of the arts whose office is to refine, purify, adorn, embellish and grace life is under the patronage of a muse, no god being found worthy enough to preside over them~
Completed log between Loras and Renly

The car rattled towards the house he knew he’d be in. Renly sat patiently… or at least, he appeared to be patient; inside his mind was screaming to go faster. He had been out of London for just a few days to do some shopping, but the train ride was immensely long and boring. He had met an interesting fellow but… The driver took a turn, cursing softly when they took a bump. The trunk with all his new clothes was in the back, creaking with the car, its contents now probably strewn about. They would be wrinkled and unorganized, and Renly cringed as he thought about it. Oh well.

All that mattered was that the present he had to surprise his wife with was undamaged.

And the one for Loras.

Renly stared out at the trees rolling past as he thought of the last night he had had with him. Light touches, whispered words, hard kisses; all in secret. He had high hopes they would be able to pull it off again soon. He bit his lip in thought. Perhaps tonight…

It wasn’t until the driver tapped him on the shoulder that Renly realized he had spaced off.

They had arrived in front of their destination.

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OOC: WWI Flying 

They were the gentlemen of the sky. They fought a war of chivalry where honour, fame, and glory were still attainable above the horrors of the trenches. The men who flew the Albatross, the Camel, the Canuck and others were young and glorified; they were separate from their machines. When the war in the trenches was won by heavy machinery and technology, the men of the skies became famous for their own personal deeds and glory, their skill and their chivalry. They displayed courage and skill in a world that had previously been unexplored. “In popular mind the ace was equated with that warrior of the pre-machine age, the knight.”- Lee Kennett

Below the cut is a bunch of point form information on the start of aerial combat, recruitment process, flying itself, and life in the air-force


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OOC: RFC information… 

 Hey guys, I’m writing a paper for one of my University courses on WWI flying, the development of the air-force, airplanes, etc. etc.

 In any case, while I have all of these wonderful history texts pulled out of the library and piled high around me, I was wondering if any of you guys wanted information on specific topics? I was going to make a general post about specific airplane types, gun types, history of training and how the role of the plane changed from recon to dogfights, but is there anything super specific you guys want?

 Just send me an ask in the next couple of days and I’ll see what I can scrounge up.



Beethoven— Moonlight Sonata