♕ neuf; [accidental video/action] (chip event part i)

[crotchroses]

[Tap tap.

Tap tap.

Very, very young eyes peeking out from rather pretty gold hair are inspecting this foreign object. He has no inclination that it's recording. The only thing that can record something in his time is a hand, a stylus and paper; or alternatively, a chisel on stone.

He leans back looking quite skeptical. This young boy is unamused, but ever so curious.]

Quid hōc est? Eh... [His lip sticks out and he backs away, dressed in the clothes as pictured in that lovely icon. He brandishes a knife, inspecting it, having temporarily lost interest in the strange lit device.] Lupa! Qui vir odiosus!

[THIS KNIFE WILL HAVE TO DO. But, next door, a THUMP can be heard. The child turns and even over the communicator one can easily hear a very British:]

--Oh bugger! Where's he gone to?

[Gaul's face splits into a childish, highly amused grin and he laughs quietly.] Hehe! [His expression turns playfully vicious and he fixes the knife at his belt--it's apparent now that he's in a kitchen, and he's looking for another knife.]

Flamma fumo est proxima, eh? [Temporarily satisfied, he crosses back to the communicator and peers into it. Something about it... it seems familiar. Clearly it's some kind of magic, but he taps on it again. He remembers like a dream--"use this"--

And-- Something else...

Something strange...]

... Salvē? Quis tu... ? Non... non intellego...

Francis! [A huff, the sharp shutting of a door, and approaching footsteps distract him enough to--well, they startle him, and he grabs the communicator, shutting it off immediately.]

[ooc: Regular text is ... Gaul, green is Rosemary/England.

Just as a note, I don't know Latin whatsoever, so I apologize to anyone who does know it. For characters who ICly know Latin, I'll provide the rough translation of what he's saying:

"What is this?" "Whore (she-wolf). This is boring." "There is no smoke without fire."

"Hello?" "Who are you?" "I don't understand."

Basically he does have his memories from Discedo, but of course they're more like dreams to him. Don't know Latin? Feel free to text him, the magic device that can send words will be an endless curiosity and of course text always translates. Expect typos and odd swearing. For the characters who can speak Latin, I'm just going to conduct it as "Latin" in the comment title (unless it's action of course) so I don't have to write it out or drag a scholar to translate everything for me accurately. LOL

ACTION IN DISCEDO IS GO! He will be wandering around/outside this apartment complex with a few knives but he is for the most part a nice child...]

Comments

[action]

[hullonurse]

Francis, I thought we agreed that you were going to bloody well stay put-

[Rosemary turns the corner sharply to look down at Gaul- all the anger sliding off her face to be replaced by shock.]

[action]

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

Salvē!

Quis tu?

[hullonurse]

Francis... Oh my.... [Well, they knew this was a possibility... England crouches down to get a better look at him.]

Fr- Ah.... Celtcae? Gaul? I'm... Ego Rosemary. [Her common Latin is rusty but if she tries she can manage. Goodness, she barely remembers those days.]

( video; )

[starspangledhero]

[ Okay, America has had his own chip excursions and has watched several others' unfold, has seen babby England, and this still freaks him out a bit. ]

What.

( video; )

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

Juno's cunt, there's a man trapped in here!

( video; )

[starspangledhero]

[ Watch as America doesn't make this situation any better by using his normal capslock voice. ]

I DON'T KNOW WHAT WE'RE YELLING ABOUT.

Video; Latin

[fettuttittes.livejournal.com]

Eh? Little one? Do you need help?

[She speaks slow, her Latin slightly rusty aside from what she'd use in Church. It's still passable though.]

Video; Latin

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

I don't know...

E-eh-- No! I don't need help. I know the road home.

Video; Latin

[fettuttittes.livejournal.com]

[Oh he is so cute she just wants to hold him and cuddle him foreverrrr]

... Well then can I come with you on the road home? Surely a big brave... boy like you wouldn't mind helping me, yes?

[Look she'd do exactly the same as him even at this age. Hopefully by doing this she'll be able to help.]

[ action ]

[bat-schway.livejournal.com]

[ Batman is sitting on the side of that very same apartment building, looking down at the curious conversation below. He can't understand a word of what's being spoken... Well, probably better that he didn't eavesdrop this time anyway.

But those knives made him somewhat wary. ]

[ action ]

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

[ action ]

[bat-schway.livejournal.com]

[ Brave or not, Terry watches the kid and decides this could only end badly. Activating his stealth mode, he begins following the boy, wanting to make sure nothing happens on the way. ]

[andmemorize.livejournal.com]

Ah...Papa? [ What just happened!? ]

1/2

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

2/2

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

Gallia. Mmm... lupa...

Gallia. Imperium Galliarum.

Video;

[morsures.livejournal.com]

Mister France are you alright?

Video;

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

Salvē Domina! Non intellego... France.

Gallia!~

Video;

[morsures.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry I can't understand you.

[video]

[gochuugoku.livejournal.com]

[Still bedridden here.]

...What?

[Is all he can say to everything going on.]

[video]

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

... 'What'... Mm... Salvē! A... Ameri ... is... the hero!

[video]

[gochuugoku.livejournal.com]

[China facepalms.]

It is too late, aru...

[He points to himself.] China. The other end of the Silk Road, aru.

[ochitashinigami.livejournal.com]

France? Whatever happened, I trust you're all right now?

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

Salvē! Quis tu, eh?

video;

[noblemen.livejournal.com]

[ The Hell happened to you, you ugly little thing? Actually, he's quite cute, but-- It's a good thing Rosemary is there, or at least he's pretty sure Rosemary is there, though he barely knows Rosemary so how is he supposed to know? ]

Latin is still an ugly language. [ Yeah, he never really learned it, actually. ] Francis. [ With a frown. ] God, or whoever you are...

[ LET HIM SEE IF HE CAN REMEMBER ANY LATIN. ]














[ Nah, he can't. So he'll try something else. ] I... [ He winces, makes a face, then offers in the tongue he once conversed with France in: ] Sprec pú má langsumliçe. () Spricest pú Englisc? ()

video;

[crotchroses.livejournal.com]

Britanni--



Britannia...?

No...

You are too old.