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[angede_la_mort]

Here's another rather battered young man, for a moment looking quite confused. He hides it well, though, and turns to look rather surprisedly at the ocean. He's not quite sure what he expected, but it certainly wasn't this.

Typist: *sigh* Louis-Antoine Saint-Just, from La Revolution Francaise and 1792: Doubt. Fanboy away, Frenchies. Camille'

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[ferrefriend]

*sees him, recognises him and half-successfully manages to hide a choke* Citoyen...

[angede_la_mort]

*turns and raises an eyebrow* Yes?

[ferrefriend]

*there's no flail, really* .............Bienvenue.

[angede_la_mort]

*looking mildly confused* Merci.

[ferrefriend]

De rien... Is there anything you need?

[angede_la_mort]

*pauses for a moment, then shakes his head* Non. But -- I do not suppose Maxime is present?

[ferrefriend]

I have not seen him. I am sorry.

[angede_la_mort]

*nods* All right.