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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 02:19 am (UTC)...
Why?
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Date: 2011-10-18 04:35 pm (UTC)[ He just doesn't know how to answer. ]
[ For a few moments, he just, sits. Finds a place against a dirty wall and sits, finally coming to realise he hasn't slept in a few days, he hasn't eaten anything and he hasn't drinken anything either. He's tired, hungry, thirsty, and now slightly chilled, compounded with the fact he has the matter of Gallia's question hanging over his head. Arthur grunts, then rubs his eye, looking down, then away form the screen, then back up at it. ]
[ And finally, he speaks: ] Because everything changes.
But we stay the same, in a way. [ His head tilts back against the wall, and he pauses again, unsure of how to continue, or what to say really. A deep breath is pulled back, and he closes his eyes, sitting there. ]
[ And sitting. And dropping his head. It really blows to see France like this. It blows because it hurts. Reminds him of a different time, which sort of makes him think he was lying. Things weren't always like they are now, he didn't always hate him. And-- even when Gallia asks for him, is so protective of him, it's painful. It's painful to hear, he doesn't want to hear it. France hates him, wants to kill him, doesn't want a thing to do with him and that is that. Nothing more, nothing less, things stay the same, the status quo is maintained. ]
[ But that's not true. And that's the most frightening thing; when he thinks about it that way, it makes France's actions that would be soon to follow different. Because it means one of two things: one, France changed, became different, cruel and ruthless, megalomaniacal. That was acceptable. ]
[ The second option maintained France had a reason for what he did. A reason that was not necessarily malevolent. And Arthur really didn't know how to deal with that thought. ]
[ So he doesn't. ]
I need to see you. [ His eyes open, and he stands again, brushing himself down. ] Can you tell me where you are?
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Date: 2011-10-19 06:44 am (UTC)... A place called Discedo. That is the only name I know.
Where are you, Britannia? I care not if you're an empire in this place. I will look after you and you won't need to hurt Hispania.