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II. A Disaster In the Making [video]
[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.
( I'll be using journal
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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.
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[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.
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[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.
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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.]
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[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,
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[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?
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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...?
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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?