Post by C.W. Fairbairn on Aug 24, 2021 2:57:47 GMT
"But Charles, I must protest this. What if, you know, it explodes?"
"Tom, you worry far too much, this technology has existed for a while."
"Last time you said I worry too much, you were inches away from taking one to the face."
"This isn't a battlefield, I will be fine."
"There may be a reason other leaders don't take portraits like this."
"Yes, they have patience for such things, I do not, there are better ways to spend my time."
A man in a white hat walked into the room, and beckoned Mr. Fairbairn out to the front of the building.
"Mr. Fairbairn, we are ready on your mark, I hope it's all to your liking."
"Thank you, Mr. Fletcher, for showing this to me. I lack the patience for a proper portrait."
"I know sir, I served along side your Rangers in seizing the treasury."
"Then I must thank you for your service as well."
"May Constantine rot in a shallow grave."
"Does this pose suit me?"
"You look fantastic, sir."
"Then let's call it."
"3! 2! 1! Hold!"
A few long seconds pass
"I'll go develop it, we will see the results soon."
Mr. Fletcher laid the glass plate on Fairbairn's desk, wrapped in a red flannel.
"It looks fantastic! I must send word to Tom."
"For what reason, if I may ask?"
"To call him a coward, for not wanting a simple photograph."
"Tom, you worry far too much, this technology has existed for a while."
"Last time you said I worry too much, you were inches away from taking one to the face."
"This isn't a battlefield, I will be fine."
"There may be a reason other leaders don't take portraits like this."
"Yes, they have patience for such things, I do not, there are better ways to spend my time."
A man in a white hat walked into the room, and beckoned Mr. Fairbairn out to the front of the building.
"Mr. Fairbairn, we are ready on your mark, I hope it's all to your liking."
"Thank you, Mr. Fletcher, for showing this to me. I lack the patience for a proper portrait."
"I know sir, I served along side your Rangers in seizing the treasury."
"Then I must thank you for your service as well."
"May Constantine rot in a shallow grave."
"Does this pose suit me?"
"You look fantastic, sir."
"Then let's call it."
"3! 2! 1! Hold!"
A few long seconds pass
"I'll go develop it, we will see the results soon."
Mr. Fletcher laid the glass plate on Fairbairn's desk, wrapped in a red flannel.
"It looks fantastic! I must send word to Tom."
"For what reason, if I may ask?"
"To call him a coward, for not wanting a simple photograph."