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[english_india]

Hello. My name is India English King, and you may address me as Miss English or Mrs King, the choice is yours. Formerly an explorer but certainly such no longer, I now live in the city of New York, in the year of our Lord 1889, as this typist girl feels it pertinent I mention. I was born to English parents in India, the name I was born with was

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[remy_innocence]

*curious smile* Hi. I'm Remy. You're pretty. When's 1889?

[english_india]

*trying hard not to sound irritated* I am told that 1889 is, Master Remy, a good hundred years before you were born, most likely.

[remy_innocence]

Ohh. *sweet smile* You must be old. Are you wise, too? I heard that people get wiser as they get older.

[english_india]

*nearly twitches* Where I am, it is still 1889, though I'm sure you would still consider me old. If there is one thing I am sure I am not, it is wise.

[remy_innocence]

*giggles* That's okay, me neither. *sweet smile*

[english_india]

Perhaps. But you are a child.

[remy_innocence]

I'm not a child! *glares* I'm a Remy!

[english_india]

In your case, they are the same.

[remy_innocence]

*glare* You're not very nice. *pouts*

[english_india]

People value 'niceness' too much for their own good.

[remy_innocence]

I don't like you. *sulk*

[english_india]

A terrible shame. I'm hurt, truly.

[remy_innocence]

*starts to cry*