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crotchroses) wrote2011-10-21 03:14 pm
crotchroses) wrote2011-10-21 03:14 pm
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♕ dix; [video->text] (chip event part ii) (backdated to Wednesday)
[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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[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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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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[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
I can see why I took you in under my roof. Calm yourself! There is no need for violence here, eh?
/holds...
morning C:
It's a shame such a sweet appearance as yours was wasted on such a filthy nation.
Morning, darling