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II. A Disaster In the Making [video]

U-Um, excusez-moi...?

[A shy looking wisp of a boy peers into the screen looking quite baffled right now. He's dressed quite handsomely in a billowy white shirt that is a little too big for him, a charming waistcoat and a pair of dark linen breeches. He looks quite confused, almost fearful as he somewhat shies away from view. His hair is a little messy in the form of brown bouncy curls but overall, he looks neat. Almost like some sort of little lord-ling.]

Has anyone seen Count de la Fère? [He pauses briefly.] My father, I mean.

He'll be terribly cross with me if I'm late for my lessons. I...I don't remember waking here. Is this some kind of a prank?

[The dear boy pouts.]

I bet this was Thomas' doing.

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No, sorry.

[This coming from the five year old boy in red standing nearby, a robot lion sprawled on his head and a couple of Pokemon watching from behind a tree. He'd overheard apparently.]

Maybe we can go looking for him though?

Edited 2018-04-01 17:09 (UTC)

Ah, I see...

[Forgive him if he seems a tad crestfallen now. Poor Olivier is a tad worried.]

It's not like father to leave like this.

[He let's out a tense sigh. Despite all of his worries, Olivier drinks in the sight of this little lad with a smile.]

You'll help me look? O-Oh, I...I couldn't ask it of you. I mean, I don't want to be a bother---[Pause.]

What are those strange looking creatures beside you? They look like stuffed animals.

[And cue the sulk.]

At least you can hope your daddy's alive.

[Caesar wakes up and hops down into Lucky's arms, getting a pat on the head in response. Last thing Lucky remembered was some guy with a blaster for an arm setting the palace on fire.

At the mention of stuffed animals, though, he looks over and blinks.]

I..I don't know, maybe they found me when I got here.

O-Oh, I'm...I'm terribly sorry. [He averts his eyes and bows awkwardly in respect.] Je vous adresse mes sincères condoléances.

[He quickly blurts out in French with another polite bow.]

I did not mean to wound you.

[Once that moment passes, Olivier's blue gaze settles upon little Caeser there.]

They found you? Were you lost?

Edited 2018-04-02 08:40 (UTC)

[Sh*t! This kid she recognized! Despite how adorable Athos was as a kid, this was still alarming. Sayaka gulped, remaining as cool as a cucumber]

Hah! Yeah it was definitely Thomas! Don't worry kid this is all just a silly silly dream..nooothing to worry about!

[smooooth]

..Why don't you come with me. We're on an opposite egg hunt-we're stopping people from picking UP eggs. Doesn't that sound fun?

[Oh no! She recognizes him, doesn't she? That's all well and good, especially since poor Olivier has no idea who she is. However, he's bloody fascinated with her strange lightly colored hair.]

How do you know Thomas, mademoiselle? [He's completely dumbfounded that this brother would know such an odd looking girl.] Is he a friend of yours?

You look...older than him.

[The little lord blinks his eyes owlishly at the offer.]

Oh? Um, I guess that sounds delightful. Where shall we meet?

Friend? Acquaintance? Saaame thing..

[wow he is such a cute kid]

Let's meet...are you inside or outside? If you're outside, describe what things are around you. Oh-! And bring your sparring tool! Like..sword? Maybe?

True and true but a 'friend' is more personal, no?

[He blinks his eyes owlishly.]

Ah, outside! I left the room I was in earlier since it was so stuffy in there. [A troubled sigh escapes him.] I nearly thought I would suffocate.

[He perks up a little at the sudden request.]

Sparring? Like an actual duel? Goodness, are ladies allowed to spar? If so, you're in luck! I have my training sword upon me.

Edited 2018-04-02 08:34 (UTC)

[Wow he is so cute, Sayaka had to resist the temptation to ruffle his hair when she met up]

I have my resources. [she paused, smirking] My father wanted a son, after all. You know how cruel life can be for fathers.

Anyway! There's no time. We're playing a game! We're seeing how many eggs we can slice up or hide away, so make sure yo have your sword with you at all times. AND you'll practice your sword skills, so that's a plus.

Main thing! Don't touch the eggs...okay? I'll meet up wherever you are to help.

Tell Thomas to put it back!

I-I can't!

[The poor lad whines once a talking cat yells at him.]

I don't know where my little brother is.

Edited 2018-04-01 20:09 (UTC)

[Look, he's having so many issues with all these hairless giant monkeys walking around too]

Well-! I...

[Well, he doesn't know where anyone is himself]

Someone... someone has to put it back!

[excellent comeback]

[But he's not exactly hairless! Olivier has a nice curly brown mane upon his head.]

I guess I could put it back. [The lad says hesitantly.] But what am I putting back?

If my brother has done wrong, it's my responsibility to correct it.

[A great deal more hairless than Mordecai! Of whom has taken a seat in the house that is not his house, knees pulled to his chest, phone propped on top of them to stare at the image on the screen.

No really, these mostly hairless creatures were the weirdest things he's seen in his entire short life]

I... Everything? Everything is wrong.

[A deeeeeep breath]

But I don't think... that you or your brother... did any of it. That's... preposterous when you think about it.

[Which is what he's finally doing here]

[A hint of sympathy tugs at Olivier's heart once the little cat boy hugs his knees to his chest. It reminds him of what Thomas would do whenever father yells at them. The entire scene leaves Olivier feel a tad uncomfortable. If this poor boy here is feeling frightened, then imagine his dear brother? Thomas is at least a year or so younger than this bespectacled feline.

Olivier is very worried.]

There, there! We'll fix together. I can assure you everything will be well.

[He touches the screen gently as if to soothe the poor creature.]

Please don't be sad, friend. Nothing bad will befall you.

[Olivier sighs quietly at that next bit.]

...True but we still don't know what caused this. [He chuckles.] It's almost easier to blame my brother.

[It's a lot to take in. He may be younger than Athos, but at home, he was the oldest child. Ergo, there was some feeling here that he should be more... in charge about this.

Like he should know what to do.

It was heartening, in a sense, to hear that the boy on the other end seemed to have just the same amount of experience as he did here.

None.]

How do you know? We don't know how we even got here. I was just at home...

[He couldn't even call it a kidnapping, not really. Kidnapping would imply that he didn't just walk from one room into the other and find himself in a completely different house.]

Yes, but it doesn't help to blame him... [He paused]

... What's your name?

[The French accent was interesting... but not too odd. Definitely interesting enough to chew through the apprehension, and push Mordecai into the realm of curiosity.]

Because our parents love us too much to let bad things happen us. [The boy says earnestly with all his heart and then some.] My father is a very strict man but wouldn't let anyone harm my brother and I.

I bet your father loves you too and if not, surely your mother. Our parents will find us soon.

[He silently prays that they do.]

Oh, my pardons! I have yet to introduce myself properly.

[A bashful smile settles upon his lips.]

I'm Olivier d'Athos de la Fére, the eldest son of Comte de la Fére. Comment tu t'appelles?

[He accidentally asks for the youth's name in his native tongue.]

My mother loves me, but my mother-

[Doesn't own a gun. Shouldn't be tasked with coming to get him if he screwed something up.]

My father is- My father is dead. I need to get back to my mother, I have to help pay for the apartment. I don't want her looking for me.

[For a lot of reasons, the major one being who's going to take care of Esther and Rose]

That sounds like you're a lord... [Oh man. Oh no, he doesn't know any French at all oh no. A cough, awkward]

I don't... I'm afraid I haven't learned any French. That wasn't covered in the school curriculum when I attended.

['When I attended' as if he's thirty years old and at a job interview]

[Olivier's heart sinks once he hears about the fuzzy one's father. He's somewhat pale from shock.]

Forgive me for misunderstanding. I meant no malice!

[The little lord quickly apologies with great sincerity. He cannot picture life without his father despite his severity. While father is stern, his father is also quite loving.]

My father is indeed a lord. I am to succeed him someday but I hope such a day never comes.

[He sighs somewhat. This little one is afraid of claiming his father's titles. Too afraid.]

O-oh! I didn't mean to confuse you! [The boy blushes some as he dips his head apologetically.] Sometimes when I'm nervous, I speak my native tongue.

I asked for your name. You look like the type to have very stately name. [Olivier smiles shyly as he peeks at the screen.] Those spectacles are quite handsome.

You look like a scholar.

I can assure you that I am not offended. I don't believe you would have known otherwise.

[Sharp and businesslike, an attempt to distance himself from the sting of recanting the situation]

You'll have to take over one day, people don't live forever.

[Ah, well. At least the other boy wasn't cross over the ignorance. He was going to have to try and learn French one day, that was embarrassing. He coughed again at the compliment towards the pince nez, adjusting them just so]

Thank you, they're highly practical too. My name is Mordecai Heller. I'm-

[Definitely not a lord. He picks at the ill fitting, oversized sweater]

A book keeper.

[Bookie would be more apropos, same thing but slightly different connotations, but that sounded rather uncultured, more so around a French lord.]

[Olivier cannot help but admire that business-like tone. It has a slight aristocratic air to it, almost lordly. The boy smiles a bit as he dips his head in respect.]

How very true. Thus, I must prepare while I can. [This is why he must return home with his brother in tow. The de la Fére name rests on them.]

A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Monsieur Heller. [His speech is formal but inviting.] A book keeper? Do you work at a shop?

You must be good with arithmetic.

I work-

[For a few loan sharks, card counting for grifters, accounting for less than scrupulous businesses with more than a few skeletons in their closets... and under their floorboards and in some cement blocks and a few in the Hudson-]

Odd jobs. Whoever needs my services at the time. I'm very good at arithmetic, you won't find anyone better. Mother says-

[Adults don't reference their mothers when bragging about their business skills. He tries again]

I say that I've a natural talent for organization, calculation and memorization.

Then color me impressed! [The lad smiles some.] You might be no older than myself but you're already a "man" who knows his worth.

[His smile diminishes some as he thinks about himself and his brother.]

You have found purpose in such short time. I'm certain your mother is proud along with your father. May his soul rest in peace.

I'm thirteen, I'm a man now, so it's my job to help provide in the absence of my father. It's something that should be expected of me.

If my mother is to be proud of anything, I should like her to be proud that I have procured a profession with an acceptable wage.

[Well, acceptable enough. They weren't exactly rolling in cash, but they weren't about to get evicted either.]

All the more reason to get you home safely.

[A tense sigh escapes Olivier as he glances out the window towards the courtyard below. An idea strikes him.]

Let us meet in person. Perhaps we can uncover the truth behind this phenomenon together,

Outside?

[He finally got up, peeking out the window for a moment. His nose wrinkles.]

...

Well...

[Well, what? Well he didn't want to sit in here all day. The people walking the street still looked so unnerving and alien to him, but...]

... Alright. Let me get something first.

[Namely, a broom. He had to have something to defend himself with. Just in case]

How do I find you?

[A sympathetic expression crosses over Olivier's face once he hears the boy's hesitance. The poor fellow might be a "man" but he's a man trapped upon a world that's alien to him. Olivier can sympathize halfway since he's just as lost as Mordecai here but at least the people outside look like him. That's the only plus factor here.

Poor Mordecai doesn't have such luxury. He'll be stared at for certain.]

Perhaps it will be best if I were to come to you instead. [The boy says as he searches for something.] We could possibly be in danger and if so, I might as we'll take my sword with me.

[Yes, the boy's armed with a silver rapier that gleams dimly within the shadows of the room.]

No ills will befall us, Mordecai. I will protect you.

[He smilies vaguely.]

Can you describe where you are? Perhaps a picture of the residence...?

[He was already clutching the broom, eying up the door to the place as if it were some heavily padlocked, well guarded prison door instead of some cheap faux wood piece of crap.

He didn't want to go outside, sure. But he couldn't stay in here all day, could he?]

You have a sword?

What if someone has a gun?

[How morbid, Mordecai. Who the hell is gonna shoot a kid? A kid that looks like all the other hairless monkeys outside? He takes a moment to process his own stupid question, then sighs]

I mean... You'll probably be fine. I don't think anyone outside is going to mind another hairless pixie person. I can protect myself. I'm sure everyone outside can be easily persuaded to be agreeable with simple logic.

I'm-

[Oh yes, this thing displays moving images, doesn't it? He flashes the phone around the room, somewhere in the commons it'd seem. The room is spartan, one couch, one overstuffed chair. A radio and an empty highball beside it.

On the floor, apparently by a pantry door, there's a full vodka bottle laying on its side, still stopped, and a box of tea cakes. Pretty cheap looking in here]

Here?

[Kay stares at the video, then the code of the poster in the CPU and then back at the kid before putting one and two together. Something weird is clearly going on in the city again.]

Hello, Athos. No sorry, I haven't seen your father but high chances are that he's not here yet.

Who is Thomas?

[A look of true wondering and excitement lingers within the boy's bright blue eyes once he sees Kay. It's almost reminiscent of how Athos stared at him last time but now with more childlike innocence. He leans into the screen and just stares with his mouth slightly agape.]

...W-what are you?! [Olivier brushes his fingers against the screen.] I never seen anyone like you before.

You look tall.

[Oh, wait! Did this man say something? Olivier takes a moment to answer.]

Athos? Ah, you...um. Ah! My name is actually...Olivier but how did you---Huh?

Oh, Thomas is my brother!

[Aren't you a cute kid, tiny Athos? Kay would be smiling if he could.]

I am Kaytoo, a...soldier of sorts. There are others like me in Nova city, they're called droids. We help humans do different tasks and more often than not, stop the foolish ones from getting themselves killed.

Ah, my bad. Olivier, it is. We talked before but you probably forgot, don't worry too much about it.

What does your brother look like?

[ This kid looks scrawny and shy, like someone who would go overlooked in his insurgent cell. It's enough to make Cassian pay a little more attention to the boy's message, especially since what he describes echoes Cassian's own experience. ]

I don't know if it's a prank. But I woke up here all alone, too. And I'm not supposed to be here. This isn't even my planet!

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