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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 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 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]
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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
From:Voice; Italian; whyyyyyyyyyy nooooooooooooooo
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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
From:voice; french; IS THAT A PROBLEM
From:voice; french; OUI IT IS STINKING UP THE CONTINENT
From:voice; french; at least it doesn't smell like egotism
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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.