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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...]
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...]
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Date: 2011-10-18 12:23 am (UTC)Wait. Wait. What are you implying when you say everything? [ With a wince, his voice drops a bit. ] Do you mean... everything? Or do you mean.... everything...? [ He is the master of language, so glad you could take notice. ]
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Date: 2011-10-18 12:27 am (UTC)Well, since I said everything I suppose I must have meant everything. [Sighs and rubs the bridge of her nose.] Yes, dear, everything. Which is why- since I'm the one who had found herself responsible for keeping the idiot out of too much trouble- I'd rather you didn't tell him who I was.
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Date: 2011-10-18 12:33 am (UTC)Yes. [ Glumly. ] I was afraid you'd say that. I should probably leave, get away, stay far far away from him and let you tend to him as you seem to be insistent.
[ Not bloody likely. ] So then, just for curiosity's sake, where are you? And... where is he?
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Date: 2011-10-18 12:38 am (UTC)Discedo, the Latimir apartments. [And since she knows if she were in his position and it was Marianne going through all this, she would be staring through the windows trying to get a peek...] If you must poke you nose in, it's probably fine right now but you'll want to be careful later on. Not that I don't think you can handle him, dear, but it's best to avoid the whole issue, I think.
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Date: 2011-10-18 01:42 am (UTC)Right, well, I'm in Discedo. I'll-- [ He hesitates, then looks down at the ground. ] I'll... I need to...
I need to... I don't, look, don't get the wrong idea, I'd hardly like for you to change your opinion of me, but I... I have to see him... go through this. Not because I want to, or because I care at all, because I don't care. But... I have to be there, if history is going to repeat itself, I need to be there.
[ And for a moment, it looks like he's going to say something else, but after a few moments, he just sighs and closes his eyes, giving up on adding to what's been said already. ]
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Date: 2011-10-18 01:49 am (UTC)[She doesn't feel like pushing the issue, not right now, but she'll watch Arthur anyway, a careful expression on her face to mask her concern.]
Let me know if you're dropping in, I'll put the kettle on. [Because a semblance of normalcy makes this pile of shit manageable.]
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Date: 2011-10-18 04:21 pm (UTC)I haven't the slightest idea where it is, you see, I've just arrived in Discedo like. But I'll come over anyway, you'll just have to give me a bit of time. It isn't like I really care about seeing him anyway, you see, I'm actually more more enthused to meet you, Miss Rosemary. It isn't every day that you find out you have... [ His brows draw, and he considers this for a moment, wandering about and glancing at signs so that he might locate the apartments. ] ...a... female counterpart? No, I suppose.... the best way to put that would be... a sister?
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Date: 2011-10-18 04:59 pm (UTC)If you're not the perfect gentleman, I shall be very disappointed, you realise.
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Date: 2011-10-18 05:20 pm (UTC)[ A chuckle, and he shakes his head with a sigh, wandering down the street. ] I assure you, miss Rosemary, I am the quintessential British gentleman, the very embodiment of the concept. I strive not to disappoint you, as that would be a most terrible thing to do. [ His steps slow, then pause, and he looks up at a building. ]
I think... I'm... here.