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Post by 1luckyunicorn on Aug 12, 2010 19:02:10 GMT -5
"Mercia? I haven't heard of it before. It sounds intriguing. You'll have to tell me about what you remember."
“But of course.” Antoine answered with a smile. No one had ever asked him what Mercia was like before, so he would love to talk about it. He could still see it in his mind: the beautiful green countryside in the spring, the pristine white snow that covered everything in the winter months…
"So are you a performer?"
Performer? What had ever given her that idea? Did he not look like a soldier? He had a sudden desire to go peek in a mirror again. “Actually, I am a Freedom Fighter. The kingdom where am I living is under the control of a madman, and my mon amis and I are trying to free our land.” By this point, his earlier caution had vanished somewhat. Esmeralda certainly did not seem evil to him.
Casting a curious glance over at his new friend, he asked, “What is your professional being?”
Antoine’s jaw dropped when the scoundrel grabbed the man’s wig and actually flung it out a window. What rudeness! In spite of that humiliation however, the stranger remained calm. In fact, he challenged the roguish-looking Overlander to a duel. Antoine admired that; he didn’t know how he would react in such a situation. The duel never happened however, as Esmeralda ended the confrontation when she doused the man with wine. His pride obviously wounded, he skulked off.
Feeling a little emboldened, Antoine glared after him as he walked past and added, “And good riddance!” before turning to Esmeralda. She looked alright, but he wanted to make certain that she really was. “Are you being unharmed, madmoiselle? I saw that scum pasturing you.”
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Post by WickedElphie on Sept 17, 2010 14:13:03 GMT -5
James stared at the young woman, not able to answer right away. "Excuse me, I'm afraid I don't quite catch your meaning." It dawned on him that perhaps she thought he was seeking some form of 'repayment' for his assistance. "But I have no need of any favor, if that's what you're implying. That man was rude and utterly without honor, and deserved to be told so."
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“I take it you’re just as lost as everybody else?”*
A beautiful girl with long dark-brown hair in a violet dress came up to them. "Uh, yeah, I guess you could say that." He traded a look with his girlfriend, wondering if he was imagining things, or if she was also getting a feeling the new girl had a vibe like Dewitt, minus the British subtlety and good intentions. "I'm Tony and this is Priya. Nice to meet you..." he trailed off, waiting for her to give her name.
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"Kanon-kun..." Jessica smiled, though it turned into a frown at the added honorific. "Could you maybe try and use -san, if you really want to use an honorific? Please. For me?"
Taking his hand, she moved to get a closer look at their hosts. "Wow! They're sure a good-looking couple. They remind me of George-Oniichan and Shannon-chan a little bit somehow."
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Post by fridamoonbeam on Sept 18, 2010 21:55:48 GMT -5
Strange things in Italy. Esmeralda's green eyes peaked with interest gazing over the coyote. "It seems like we have a lot in common..." She doubted Antoine was going to hand her over to French Police at this point. This country however was making her grow with curiosity. If she was certain this was a hidden community inside of France she'd have proposed an alliance to stop the insanity.
She smiled. "I'm a dancer, most of the time. I've been dancing since I was une petite fille."
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She did let out a snort at Antoine's cutting remark about the big oaf. She wasn't surprised that this one ended up being more talk then action. "Thank you, Antoine, but I'm fine." she told the Coyote
"Look, , when ever a solider has done something nice for me, he's expecting a *favor* in return. So let me tell you now- its not gonna happen." Her eyes traveled over the military man. He was hesitant to catch onto her meaning. It could have been an act still. If it was he was playing it well.... Though, the more she looked at him the harder it became to look for anything indicating he was lying. "You really mean that....? I never thought I'd ever have a solider apologize to me for anything..."
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Post by WickedElphie on Sept 18, 2010 22:12:26 GMT -5
James offered the young woman a sad smile. "I wouldn't have said so if I didn't." She seemed to have a poor opinion of military personnel so he took a chance and added, "If the men who gave you such a negative opinion of anyone in uniform truly behaved in such a manner, they don't deserve to be called soldiers. And technically I'm an ex-soldier. I recently resigned my commission." Which was why he was in the first place. "Though I don't know if that helps or hurts my credentials with you, Miss..."
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Post by fridamoonbeam on Sept 18, 2010 22:25:47 GMT -5
He looked almost sad at her and became a lot more interesting (most of the handsome ones never tried to be). Her eyes grew sympathetic a little. He seemed to have taken her comment personally then playing it off as most of the Parisian guards would have. Why was he an ex solider? Maybe he wasn't stupid or bigoted enough to fit in. "Esmeralda." she finished for him. "Since I told you my name, only fair you give me your's." she informed him, giving a wry smirk.
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Post by WickedElphie on Sept 18, 2010 22:47:00 GMT -5
"A lovely name for a lovely lady," he answered, bowing as he made his own introduction. "James Norrington, at your service." But now that the adrenaline from his confrontation with the lout from earlier had faded and they had almost exhausted the safe arena of small-talk, he dreaded the awkwardness that was sure to ensue. Almost at random he blurted out, "Your eyes." Catching her confused look, he amended, "They're a most lovely shade of green. I assume that was the inspiration. For...your name." Oh why didn't the Lord just strike him down and spare him from further misery?
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Post by fridamoonbeam on Sept 18, 2010 23:18:46 GMT -5
A more genuine smirk came to her maroon lips. "Bet you say that to all the girls, James." she replied dryly to his compliment walking passed him, looking over her shoulder to give him an invite to follow. She turned back towards him to see if he was following her, or if she had to drop a bigger hint. Her green orbs met his for a moment. Her thick brows twisted in confusion when he mentioned her eyes, and stumbled over giving her a compliment. What happened to the guy that was so forthright telling off the jerk from a few minutes ago? Well since when did flirting and fighting go hand and hand? It actually was kind of cute, seeing he was human after all.
Esmeralda chuckled lightly and nodded. "In gypsy culture its common not to pick a name until you've *met* the baby. " The gypsy woman gestured with her head for him to follow her out to the balcony. She sat up on the ledge crossing her legs, with her bare bronze feet dangling. "James is a family name I take it?" she guessed, but men with that kind of regalness usually were named after some relative.
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Post by WickedElphie on Sept 27, 2010 14:27:46 GMT -5
"That's an interesting custom. It makes a certain kind of sense. I suppose we tend to project our own wishes on our children before they're even born," James mused over the differences between cultures before answering her question. "Yes. My mother's maiden name. She was rather insistent on that point. Her reasoning was that as I was already carrying my father's surname to the next generation, it was only right that my given name tribute her family."
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Post by fridamoonbeam on Sept 28, 2010 14:16:57 GMT -5
Esmeralda gazed away from him to the ocean, watching the waves gently brush the shore. She tucked a wave away from her face looking back at the Englishman. "There's nothing wrong with wanting good things for your children, but its more important to let them embrace who they are." she gave her insight, whether he agreed or not was another issue. French culture was widely more liberal then British. He spoke briefly about his mother claiming her name for his first "Sounds fair to me." Her smirk grew more. "So tell me solider, where are you from?"
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Post by WickedElphie on Sept 28, 2010 14:31:38 GMT -5
"I agree being true to one's self is important, but one must also contend with reconciling that to his or her place in society. If a Catholic priest for example, were to fall in love with a woman, he must decide whether his position or his feelings were of More consequence to him, and choose one or the other." James bit back a smile as Esmeralda agreed with his mother. "She certainly thought so. Though I consider myself lucky. Some poor chaps baptized in that custom ended up with names like Fitzwilliam." At her last question, he answered, "I have been for the last ten years in Port Royal on the island of Jamaica in the Caribbean. And as I said, I am no longer a soldier."
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Post by fridamoonbeam on Sept 28, 2010 23:11:06 GMT -5
Esmeralda shifted where she sat as he brought up a 'priest' as an example. Love had nothing to do with what he wanted with her. Frollo was a judge but he acted as if he was holy. Esmeralda wondered if he really did believe if he was doing god's work, or if he was just that manipulative. Honestly, she could see it going either way. "He'd need to realize that early on it wasn't the life for him...." she trailed off looking at the sea. She stifled a snort. "Hmmm, Fitzwilliam Norrington- that would have been a mouth full. Unless you went by 'Fit'." This next piece of information intrigued her more. He was insisting on nixing the whole solider thing. "Pardon me then." she teased with a half smile, letting her gaze on him as if she was he'd reveal something about his past, but she'd never force it out. "I've heard of that island but I've never been."
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Post by WickedElphie on Oct 29, 2010 15:54:01 GMT -5
"The island itself is lovely, though the society is less so, except in the higher circles. There is quite a bit of larceny and other petty crime," he sighed, regretting his inability to foster a more lawful society, though he had been limited by his resources. In his mind failure was failure...which was why he was here.
He returned to the punchbowl asking Esmeralda, "Would you care for another glass?" before refilling his own and downing it, wishing to God it was something far stronger. He had to admit that the lady was indeed pleasurable company, but he could only be distracted from his sorry state so long.
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Post by fridamoonbeam on Nov 2, 2010 20:31:28 GMT -5
Esmeralda cocked a thick black brow at the man, she thought of Paris and how things were when she left. "The higher circles can be just as much, if not a bigger problem." And how. Frollo had nearly destroyed the entire city, him and his mindless followers. "Change needs to be as a group, not alone." At this point Clopin would have called her the kettle and James the pot. She did take too much, more then she'd ever admit that she couldn't handle.
She smirked as he ladled the sweet juice into her goblet then stifled a chuckle seeing some of the red on his upper lip, looking like a mustache almost. She reached over and wiped it off with her thumb, then smiled again. "There, you're perfect again."
((OOC: Jess let me know if you'd like me to edit or not xD))
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Post by Aquanaut on Nov 7, 2010 2:20:45 GMT -5
"I think its a little late to fake a fever at this point... and I'm not very good actor."
Ariel smiled, laughing a little at her husband. As much as she loved him, she had to admit, he was really bad at lying. He probably would have never gotten away with all of the things she had done that no one knew about that she had done when she was a kid. Of course, now she wondered what it would have been like if she had met Eric when they were children. They were already close, but wondering about all the things they could have done together as kids made her smile.
She slipped her arm through his when he offered it to him and the both of them made their way down the hallway. They stopped at the staircase before being announced and continuing down the stairs and to all of the party guests.
She scanned the room at all of the guests. The majority of them she didn't know, but that was usually how these human parties worked. Eric could introduce her. As her eyes wen over the crowd, a red haired woman came and met them at the stairs, bowing before them.
"Thank you so much for the invitation, your Majesties. Your home is lovely,"
Ariel looked at the woman in surprise. She looked like – but she couldn't, could she? No, her mother died years ago, Ariel had barely gotten the chance to know her. She blinked a few times, staring at the woman before she realized she had been spoken to. “You're welcome. And thank you...Sorry for the staring, it's just that you look so familiar to me...like someone I knew a long time ago...”
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“You're right. The inside here looks bigger than the whole first floor, forget the one room."
Priya looked around the room. Tony was right, this place was huge. She had never seen a place like this in Los Angeles, or Australia or anywhere really. It reminded her of what the inside of a European castle would look like, but that made no sense. They were supposed to be in Los Angeles, not a castle in a foreign country.
"You don't think someone had one of those remote zappers, and knocked us out and brought us here?"
“But why would they want us? Seems pretty elaborate to me, but I wouldn't be surprised if Rossum was behind something like this...do you think the other people here were brought like we were?” The thought that all of these people were actives from different houses crossed her mind as well. If that was true though, what would Rossum want with all those actives in the same place?
"Whatever's going on, we keep our heads down and our eyes open. If something's going down we won't be helpless, We should probably try and mingle a little. See if anybody else knows anything."
Priya nodded her head in agreement. “So much for a fun, worry free party hm?” she asked, looking around the room, trying not to draw attention to herself or Tony.
“I take it you’re just as lost as everybody else?”
She blinked, a little surprised at the unexpected arrival. Maybe everyone one did arrive here like they had. She smiled a little and nodded at the woman as her boyfriend introduced her. “Sort of. Does anyone know how they got here?” she asked the woman curiously. She seemed to know a little of what was going on at least. It was more than they knew anyway. But still, this woman did seem to have a sort of confidence about her that mead it seem like she was in control and knew what she was doing. Similar to another woman that her and Tony both knew. Catching his eye, she could see that he felt the same way about her.
(Sorry this is so late guys!!)
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Post by Zavi on Feb 12, 2011 1:20:55 GMT -5
(Gahhh late post is extremely late. Let's get this party on the road!)
Kanon bowed his head. "If that's what you want," he paused, "Jessie-san."
The name passed--it sounded strange, out-of-place. Some nasty word he wasn't supposed to say. But Jessica had given him permission--or rather an order--to do so, and whatever Jessica ordered Kanon needed to obey. So Jessie-san it was.
Kanon blinked when he felt Jessica's hand in his, but after a momentary silence he accepted it.
"Wow! They're sure a good-looking couple. They remind me of George-Oniichan and Shannon-chan a little bit somehow."
He looked at the couple across the ballroom, tilting his head slightly. The woman's red hair stood out above everybody in the hall. They certainly looked happy together, smiling and never taking their eyes off each other. Although the black-haired man, Kanon thought, wasn't very good at hiding his nerves.
"What makes you say that?"
A long time ago, Shannon had told Kanon something that he didn't yet understand, but had stayed in his mind anyway. They were looking at the ocean at the time, much like the scenery outside the palace windows. Shannon asked Kanon what color he saw out to sea. He said "grey": the night sky had muted the shades on the ocean. Shannon, however, asked him to look closer and see the blue in the ocean. Was this what Shannon meant? Was he missing something right now, right in front of him?
He squeezed Jessica's hand and pondered for a moment while another someone, with opposite intentions, also held their gaze on the happy couple.
“Sort of. Does anyone know how they got here?”
"Vanessa. And I walked," Vanessa grinned. Well, it was almost a half-truth. Progress, progress. "I know the host and hostess personally. I haven't seen them in a while, and now's a perfect time to drop by. I haven't surprised them yet, but I'll be heading over there soon."
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Post by WickedElphie on Feb 12, 2011 19:41:43 GMT -5
"The higher circles can be just as much, if not a bigger problem."
"I concede the point, but the nature of my work has brought me more in contact with the problems related to the lower classes."
"Change needs to be as a group, not alone."
"There, we are in perfect agreement."
James paused as Esmeralda wiped a stray bit of punch on his lip.
At home such intimate contact would have been frowned upon, and yet, his experiences had taught him that sometimes traditions could, and should, be broken. Part of the reason he had been so taken with Elizabeth had been her spirit and willingness to defy convention.
"There, you're perfect again."
"Far from it, but thank you."
Their conversation was interrupted by the arrival of their hosts, and he watched the handsome-looking royal couple greet the guests that came up to meet them. "Shall we pay our respects as well?"
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Tony was a little surprised 'Vanessa' apparently knew the couple hosting this thing. But that only made him more wary. She could be a plant, or worse... But he kept his cool.
"Really? We've never met them before. We're trying to figure out if they happen to know some, uh, old business friends of ours." That was stretching the truth more than a little, but if she didn't know anything he didn't want to freak her out. "Have you heard if they're involved with the Rossum Corporation at all?" He traded a look with Priya, not sure what he hoped the answer would be.
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"The way they look at each other," Jessica answered Kanon's question about how their hosts resembled Shannon-chan and George-Oniichan. "Like the most important thing in the world is right in front of them. Also I think the guy has a bit of George-oniichan's shyness," she laughed a little, grinning widely.
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