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crotchroses[Who likes pirate hats? Big fancy hats? Hats with feathers?
Or swords. Who likes those?
You won't be disappointed.
A handsome older teenager with hair past his shoulders loosely tied back, dressed in a grand coat with very wide sleeves, a tunic, white stockings and short stocky leather boots. You can bet your ass there is plate armor and leather underneath the finery. There is a hungry look of triumph on the man's face as he whirls his longsword, the ornate handle and polished blade flashing across the feed.
It isn't simple fencing footwork France displays but practical, vicious swings of that heavy sword one would use in battle. Every movement, every step is fluid, impossibly fast; showy, but incredibly precise. It's passionate, and yet somehow very, very cold.
Within the blink of an eye that sword has been sheathed. France's eyes are almost maniacal despite the fact that his smile is eerily inviting. He seems full of energy--excited.
But he's also pale.]
Victoire pour le royaume de France!
[He reaches to the communicator, switching to text.]
Hello Fortuna. I have returned, I see. It has been so, so long since I last visited. I am whole again at home! Whole at last, with my kingdom reaching across the continents in this glorious new century.
I mean no offense, but I hope to return home again soon. I cannot afford to be away.
Autriche! Angleterre! May I speak with each of you?
[ooc: 1550's. He remembers being here as Gaul, among a few other things. Of interest to Austria, Romano/Romana and England is this.]
Or swords. Who likes those?
You won't be disappointed.
A handsome older teenager with hair past his shoulders loosely tied back, dressed in a grand coat with very wide sleeves, a tunic, white stockings and short stocky leather boots. You can bet your ass there is plate armor and leather underneath the finery. There is a hungry look of triumph on the man's face as he whirls his longsword, the ornate handle and polished blade flashing across the feed.
It isn't simple fencing footwork France displays but practical, vicious swings of that heavy sword one would use in battle. Every movement, every step is fluid, impossibly fast; showy, but incredibly precise. It's passionate, and yet somehow very, very cold.
Within the blink of an eye that sword has been sheathed. France's eyes are almost maniacal despite the fact that his smile is eerily inviting. He seems full of energy--excited.
But he's also pale.]
Victoire pour le royaume de France!
[He reaches to the communicator, switching to text.]
Hello Fortuna. I have returned, I see. It has been so, so long since I last visited. I am whole again at home! Whole at last, with my kingdom reaching across the continents in this glorious new century.
I mean no offense, but I hope to return home again soon. I cannot afford to be away.
Autriche! Angleterre! May I speak with each of you?
[ooc: 1550's. He remembers being here as Gaul, among a few other things. Of interest to Austria, Romano/Romana and England is this.]
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Date: 2011-10-22 12:05 am (UTC)Text;
Date: 2011-10-22 01:46 am (UTC)Text;
Date: 2011-10-22 02:02 am (UTC)Ah well in that case ;*; I'll cry some more haha.
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Date: 2011-10-22 01:34 am (UTC)You'll keep that sheathed while you're in here, thank you very much.
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Date: 2011-10-22 01:44 am (UTC)My lady Rosemary, I apologize if I startled you.
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Date: 2011-10-22 01:58 am (UTC)The French is a bit too archaic for her like, but she can make it out, anyway. She briefly considers using French herself, just to make things easier for his feeble, Middle Aged mind, but decides that's to be a last resort. She'll stick to English, thank you very much.]
You didn't. [He did. She raises an eyebrow as he kisses her hand, but doesn't pull it away.] What was that little display about?
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Date: 2011-10-24 06:09 am (UTC)[Action]
Date: 2011-10-24 11:17 am (UTC)[In other words, wait until she's not responsible for you. She's hoping Arthur isn't going to fight France when he's in this state anyway, but she can't be sure how it'll work out.]
What year is it?
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Date: 2011-10-24 11:49 am (UTC)Ah, so! It is you who is the lady of my house in this strange place.
My home is here with my lady, dear Rosemary. Non, I will not fight here. I must leave and fight elsewhere for the sake of my kingdom.
For you.
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Date: 2011-10-24 11:55 am (UTC)I'm not your lady! ... I'm your nurse.
[Tugs her hands free.] So you can bloody well wait. You're staying right where you are, for the moment, not running around fighting. You're not well.
[Action]
Date: 2011-10-24 12:11 pm (UTC)You are my-- --Hm. You certainly have the demeanor of a nurse. Ah, but, how am I unwell?
[Action]
Date: 2011-10-24 12:39 pm (UTC)Because you're pale even for you, spouting nonsense and I said so.
[Action]
Date: 2011-10-24 12:55 pm (UTC)I have no need of your services at present, Infirmière.
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Date: 2011-10-24 12:57 pm (UTC)[You were, France. You were that idiot. And now you must deal with the consequences.]
I'll be the judge of that, thank you very much.
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Date: 2011-10-24 01:09 pm (UTC)This place is far less intriguing than I remember it to be. It is dead, ugly... useless!
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Date: 2011-10-24 10:51 pm (UTC)[F-following after him! Not because she wants to, you understand.] Don't mess anything up, I've just tidied.
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Date: 2011-10-25 01:36 am (UTC)Eh. You will tidy it again, but not now.
--That's it! Come and tell me the situation, what is going on, mm? Information. I require it!
We shall discuss it together.
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Date: 2011-10-25 02:02 am (UTC)[Sits down primly.] In any case, we've all been kidnapped to this miserable hell hole and you've been so incapacitated that I've been asked to take care of you. I don't know what more you want to know.
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Date: 2011-10-25 02:26 am (UTC)Your sense of humor is truly intriguing.
Tell me, Rosemary, how is it I remember you and this place from my childhood?
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Date: 2011-10-25 02:52 am (UTC)[Glares up at him.] ... People arrive from different points in time. Then they leave and occasionally come back. I know it sounds mad, but that's the truth.
/cries on
Date: 2011-10-25 04:26 am (UTC)I can see why I took you in under my roof. Calm yourself! There is no need for violence here, eh?
/holds...
Date: 2011-10-25 01:34 pm (UTC)morning C:
Date: 2011-10-25 01:43 pm (UTC)It's a shame such a sweet appearance as yours was wasted on such a filthy nation.
Morning, darling
Date: 2011-10-25 02:03 pm (UTC)[ video ]
Date: 2011-10-22 03:14 am (UTC)[ She hasn't seen this sort of dress for - well, centuries at least, recognizing the movements of his sword and the very look in his eye. Victoire pour le royaume de France - it's familiar to her. Very familiar. ]
Ah, mon cher, it seems as though you are not out of practise one bit. [ She remarks fondly, leaning forward, chin in hand. ]
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Date: 2011-10-22 04:51 am (UTC)[video]
Date: 2011-10-24 06:26 am (UTC)[video]
Date: 2011-10-24 06:29 am (UTC)[video]
Date: 2011-10-24 08:40 am (UTC)... There... There was a surgeon... Oui. But--That is all I know. That, and I am continually being drawn to this dead world.
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Date: 2011-10-24 08:51 am (UTC)[He taps his chin in thought.]
I wonder if these are all side effects from getting your chip removed.
Voice; Italian
Date: 2011-10-22 10:16 am (UTC)[Well... that passed too quickly. And yet, this France still looks smaller than the one she remembers. Or maybe it's just the perspective.]
Voice; Italian; nooooooooooooooo
Date: 2011-10-24 06:24 am (UTC)... Bonsoir, Italie.
Voice; Italian; whyyyyyyyyyy nooooooooooooooo
Date: 2011-10-24 01:44 pm (UTC)You're different again.
voice; french
Date: 2011-10-23 04:03 am (UTC)[Absolutely the most unimpressed voice ever.]
voice; french; oh god ew what is that smell IT SMELLS LIKE GERMAN
Date: 2011-10-24 06:14 am (UTC)Oui.
How fare you, Autriche? You have the voice of an old man.
voice; french; IS THAT A PROBLEM
Date: 2011-10-24 11:12 am (UTC)And you the voice of an inexperienced, naïve child. Does it bring you pleasure, to pretend as if you still live in your glory days?
You wished to speak with me.
voice; french; OUI IT IS STINKING UP THE CONTINENT
Date: 2011-10-24 11:33 am (UTC)Pretend? I pretend nothing, Autriche. Thank you, however, for admitting aloud the greatness of my kingdom.
voice; french; at least it doesn't smell like egotism
Date: 2011-10-26 02:39 am (UTC)[At this point he has no fear, only a headache.]
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Date: 2011-10-23 05:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-24 06:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-28 02:20 am (UTC)text
Date: 2011-10-23 07:56 am (UTC)text
Date: 2011-10-24 06:10 am (UTC)text
Date: 2011-10-24 07:32 am (UTC)video;
Date: 2011-10-24 04:37 pm (UTC)[ Although he recognises the general time period that France is from, he doesn't exactly know the year or even decade that he seems to be from and therefor doesn't know how France feels towards him at this particular moment. Funnily enough, he's really not too bothered with it, and will be all too happy to assume the bastard hates him, as par usual. ]
Now, when you're done being a pompous arse, would you like to tell me exactly what it is you require from me, so that I may be on my merry way? [ Except he's sort of given himself the task with hanging around Discedo until France gets better so that's a lie but ]
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Date: 2011-10-25 02:55 am (UTC)Impressive!
Glad to know you remember us.