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ᴏʟɪᴠɪᴇʀ ᴅ'ᴀᴛʜᴏs ᴅᴇ ʟᴀ ғèʀᴇ ([personal profile] themusketeer) wrote in [community profile] genessia2018-04-01 11:25 am

II. A Disaster In the Making [video]

young olivier 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.

( I'll be using journal [personal profile] monchou to answer all tags for this event!)
monchou: (❀ that's a little unsettling)

Re: Video

[personal profile] monchou 2018-04-03 05:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[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...?

Re: Video

[personal profile] minimordi 2018-04-03 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[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?