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3 Death Eaters at play with each other, whilst Alistair and Armand discuss the potential truce with Chauvelin. With no one left to snog, Rosier turns his attentions to others, with a possibly surprising result.
(Short-term chatter, first-time logger. I try.)
*** EvanRosier has joined #desperatefans.
EvanRosier: *strides on in* *sees his friends* *is on his way to healing*
Rodolphus: *whispers* Love you. *sees Rosier* Hey, Ev.
EvanRosier: Roddy! Peril! *slips up to them* How are you feeling, lads?
Mulciber: *grins* Ev! Better, now.
EvanRosier: *kisses Peril's cheek* Sure?
Mulciber: *grins at him* For the moment.
ArmandStJust: *peeks back in because he really is bored at home* *sees Alistair and is
relieved*
Alistair: *mutters to self* They're all mad here. Mad!
EvanRosier: *kisses Roddy's cheek too* Moments are good. I miss Sly.
Rodolphus: *nods at Ev* Yeah. How're you?
Mulciber: *nods* I do too.
Alistair: *notices Armand, finally* So did you remember the note?
ArmandStJust: I did. Percy has already answered. I don't know if Marguerite has seen it.
EvanRosier: Lonely, but recovering. *smiles at them*
Alistair: What did Percy say?
Mulciber: Come sit with us, then. We'll cheer you up.
EvanRosier: *sits wherever there is room with them* Thanks.
ArmandStJust: I guess he's thinking about it. He and my sister will need to talk before they decide anything.
Mulciber: It's not a problem for you to hang around my place a few more days, is it, Ev?
Alistair: Just don't decide anything on your own before then, okay?
ArmandStJust: *sighs* It's not up to me. He asked for the truce with Percy. This damn feud has fucked up our lives for too long.
Alistair: From what you've told me, if you can manage to end it, you should.
Alistair: That's a damn long time to hold a grudge.
EvanRosier: No, it's no problem. I wanted to go away with Sly, but it didn't work out.
Mulciber: Where did he go?
ArmandStJust: Not for a Frenchman.
EvanRosier: His typist is at a family event all weekend.
Mulciber: Poor Ev.
EvanRosier: *bats his eyelashes* And after all that, Rab doesn't want me!
Rodolphus: *snorts*
EvanRosier: But I did want to tell you something.
Mulciber: *laughs* We do. Don't worry, Ev. And thanks for staying with me.
Mulciber: What?
EvanRosier: Did you see the note fromthe squirrel's sister?
Alistair: Well, at least you don't have life extension...I can imagine the 250-year grudge.
Mulciber: ...No?
ArmandStJust: *shudders* It's bad enough as it is. He nearly killed me twice in May and kidnapped my mistress.
Rodolphus: *rolls his eyes* I did.
EvanRosier: On the comm... she threatened anyone who hurt her precious little brother.
Mulciber: *snorts* My God. Silly twit.
Mulciber: Who is she?
Alistair: If the feud is with your brother-in-law, what did Chauvelin do to -him-? If that's what he's doing to you?
ArmandStJust: Percy attracted Marguerite and then there's the political stuff.
ArmandStJust: They duel all the time. Chauvelin used to try to arrest him a lot.
EvanRosier: Marguerite Blakeney.
Mulciber: *snickers*
EvanRosier: Silly muggle woman.
Mulciber: Women are all silly. As are muggles.
Mulciber: WellexceptNarcissaBUTICAN'TSAYTHAT*
Nemesis: *Blinks at that* Did I just hear someone say "women are all sill?"
Nemesis: *Silly
Alistair: Duels should be made illegal. It wouldn't stop certain idiots from trying it, but they're still awful.
Rodolphus: *to M* I dare you to say that to Bella.
Nemesis: ...Seriously. Who said that?
ArmandStJust: *hears his sister's name* *glances over at them* It wouldn't stop Percy and Chauvelin. These are sword duels. Percy just happens to be good enough to win most of them time. I'm not.
Mulciber: *laughs* I've got out Lord to worry about, already. I don't need her after me. She knows I'm jealous of her.
EvanRosier: *snickers* But he's right, Roddy.
Alistair: You can also get good and dead in a sword duel. Ask Lady Harrington, if she feels like talking about it.
Nemesis: *Raises an eyebrow* If nobody owns up you're all getting slapped.
Rodolphus: *grins*
ArmandStJust: So I'm supposed to let the man call my sister a whore or worse? *sighs* That's why last night was so strange.
Mulciber: *kisses Roddy's hair* When will she be back, anyway?
Metatron: ...well, it wasn't me.
EvanRosier: Universal misogynist here. But you all know that. *smiles fondly at them*
Nemesis: ...It was one of them. Ha, they're igorning me. I should kill them.
Alistair: Well, if you're not good at fighting, yes. If it's not true and it's in public, at least back home, there are laws against that sort of thing...
Mulciber: *leans over to kiss Ev, too* Of course.
Rodolphus: In a few days.
Mulciber: A few days? I only have you to myself for that long? *sulky*
ArmandStJust: I don't think there are laws like that here, unless it's in a newspaper. *sighs* He even put a friend up to saying that my neice or nephew in the making is a bastard.
Rodolphus: *smiles at M and kisses him* We'll have a nice next couple of days, then.
EvanRosier: *kisses Peril* Sly had better be back by then, or I'll die of loneliness.
Alistair: If he keeps saying that sort of thing, who believes him?
Mulciber: *grins at Roddy* We shall. But don't worry, Ev. We won't abandon you.
Rodolphus: 'couse we won't.
ArmandStJust: I don't know that anyone does but he shouldn't say them.
EvanRosier: *pouts* yes you will. women are selfish.
Mulciber: Oh, so I have a woman now? News to me. *grins*
Rodolphus: *laughs* *smiles at Ev* I won't abandon you. You know that. We'll just have to be...more discreet.
EvanRosier: *gives peril a look* Well... everyone -else- does. Why not you?
Mulciber: *tries to mask sudden flusterment* Oh, dunno.
Alistair: He shouldn't, but if no one believes him, he will have a reputation for being both a blowhard and a liar.
Rodolphus: *raises an eyebrow at M* You okay?
ArmandStJust: He *sigh* talks about things that Marguerite and Percy won't discuss in public. Like how Marguerite managed to support us when we were both so young. I was there, and I can't-- at least last night he admitted she didn't take to the streets.
Mulciber: Hm? *ohshitblush* I'm fine.
EvanRosier: *tries to smile* Maybe Ollie is girl enough for you.
Alistair: *nods* I don't quite understand, but it's just because of cultural differences.
Mulciber: Oh, God. Don't even. *face falls*
Rodolphus: *looks concerned* You sure you're okay?
ArmandStJust: He makes me so angry.
EvanRosier: I just said the wrong thing, didn't I?
Mulciber: No, no, it's okay. I just... Made a few connections. Blame the Wood bitch.
Rodolphus: *snorts*
EvanRosier: *grins viciously* Gladly.
Mulciber: *phewtheydidn'taskfurther*
Mulciber: But no, Ev. I'm not planning on leaving you to fend for yourself just yet.
Mulciber: *ignores the fact that he's BLUSHING AGAIN OMG*
Alistair: Well, that's why I keep telling you not to do anything rash; people do very stupid things when they're angry. Or at least they try to.
EvanRosier: Please don't. At least not until Sly is back. *actually looks a bit upset about it*
ArmandStJust: Telling a... *sighs* It is cultural I think.
Rodolphus: *pats Ev's arm*
Mulciber: *gently* Hey, Ev... *releases Roddy to sit closer to Ev* *hugs him gently* It's all right.
Alistair: Sorry. I'm a bit out of sorts right now, and probably wouldn't be giving the best advice.
EvanRosier: *hugs back* I know you guys care, but when a *sneers* woman batts her eyelashes, I lose.
ArmandStJust: *blinks* I'm sorry. I'm so selfish. What's wrong?
Alistair: You're not selfish! I'm just not very useful tonight.
Mulciber: *kisses Ev* Hey, there.
Mulciber: Shh.
Rodolphus: *sighs* Sorry, mate. You I know I can't help my situation. I love you...but I love my wife, too.
Alistair: Try back in a day, and I'll be better. It's just that I'm worried about Lady Harrington, because she's worried about her lover, and I'm worried about it too.
ArmandStJust: You don't have to be useful. Why is she worried?
Mulciber: *snorts* The only woman I've ever cared for enough to abandon you was Narcissa. And she was like a sister to me, not a lover. *oopstriestohideohshitness*
Alistair: Because I joked about being in love with her, to make her smile--and she did, but I think that only reminded her that Paul's been not around for days.
EvanRosier: *kisses Peril* *then looks sadly at Roddy* I know.
Mulciber: Pity she's a fool.
Alistair: And if something's happened to him--again--I don't know if I could forgive myself for saying that.
ArmandStJust: So she's worried? *bites lip* I'm sorry. *sighs* I -am- selfish. I saw her and didn't even think to ask.
Alistair: Listen--if I hadn't known her for so long, I wouldn't have known. We both hide when we're worried.
Rodolphus: *glances at M and frowns, but doesn't say anything*
Alistair: We usually can tell if something's wrong with each other.
EvanRosier: Oh Merlin! What does she see in that-- he's not even a good f-- *stops*
Mulciber: *stares at Ev and then bursts out laughing* What?!
Rodolphus: *looks at Ev* What, mate?
EvanRosier: *looks at his knees* When we killed him last time...
Mulciber: ...Prewett?
Mulciber: *snorts* Should have known. He's too soft.
Rodolphus: *snorts* Too much of a pretty boy, if you ask me.
Mulciber: *grins* What's wrong with pretty boys?
EvanRosier: *smiles a bit* He screams pretty. He was too passive when I--
Mulciber: *runs his fingers through Ev's hair* No fun at all, then?
ArmandStJust: Old friends are good like that. The only person who knows me -that- well is my sister. And I see her so seldom.
Rodolphus: *smiles at M and kisses his cheek*
EvanRosier: A little fun, but not like I wanted. He was fairly badly burned by then.
Mulciber: Mmm... burning... *half closes his eyes*
Alistair: We've known each other for twenty years. Of course, we spent a lot of time apart, but enough in close quarters to get an idea of how each of us thinks.
Mulciber: Next time you want fun, come to me, Ev... Not some pretty fool.
Alistair: You're not old enough to have that kind of friend yet.
ArmandStJust: *hugs Alistair* My sister raised me. She can read me like a book.
EvanRosier: *blinks innocently at M* But I dont want to burn you.
Mulciber: *sighs* Damn.
Rodolphus: *laughs*
EvanRosier: You want me to -hurt- you?
Mulciber: *stares at Ev* You didn't -know- that?
Alistair: *punches Armand on shoulder* That's what sisters are for.
Alistair: And they can push almost every single one of your buttons.
EvanRosier: *blushes* Well, burning is pretty extreme, Peril. We were killing the git.
Mulciber: ...Obviously we haven't spent enough time together.
ArmandStJust: *smiles* I know. It'd be nice for the feud to be over. I worry about her so much.
Rodolphus: *smiles at the two of them*
Alistair: I don't blame you.
EvanRosier: *grins* We -could- fix that.
Mulciber: *still like omg WHAT?!* Didn't you know that I-?
ArmandStJust: With the baby coming, she still keeps throwing herself between me and danger. That letter she wrote to the Death Eaters has me scared bloodless.
EvanRosier: That you?
Mulciber: Am the most masochistic of all of you?
Mulciber: *Are?
Rodolphus: *laughs out loud*
Alistair: She shouldn't have done that.
EvanRosier: And you guys always assme I'm the sadist. I'm hurt.
Rodolphus: You're the one that used my own necktie on me, Ev. *grins*
Mulciber: I wish you'd hurt -me-.
Nemesis: I'M BORED.
Alistair: *whispers* Psst. Armand. Who are those guys in here?
Metatron: ...I'm sorry.
EvanRosier: Ask me in private, Peril. What? I thought that was Sly too. *winks at Roddy*
Alistair: *hears loudness in room, calls back* Well, I'm boring. Does that help?
ArmandStJust: *whispers back* Which ones?
Mulciber: *grins* Wait... you're staying for a few days, remember?
Alistair: *whispers* Those three odd-looking ones. Not the French guys. I don't know their names, but I've been seeing them around.
EvanRosier: I am. *smiles*
Rodolphus: *winks back*
ArmandStJust: In the robes? Those are wizards. I think they're *bites his lip* Death Eaters, but I don't know any of their names. Except Rosier. He's a headmate. *shudders*
EvanRosier: *kisses Roddy impulsively*
Rodolphus: *is surprised by the sudden kiss, but kisses back*
Mulciber: *mockglares at Ev and Roddy and leans back against the couch, arms crossed* *drawls* I'm getting jealous!
Alistair: *whispers* OH crap.
EvanRosier: *reaches over and grabs M* Get over here.
Alistair: Let me guess, so proud of their decadence?
Mulciber: *laughs and is grabbed willingly* Only if you want me. *teasing*
ArmandStJust: Something like that. Perverts most of them. *sighs*
EvanRosier: Course I do. *is torn between who to snog*
Mulciber: *laughs and gently pokes Ev* You have me all to yourself tonight.
*** Rodolphus has signed off IRC (Quit).
Alistair: It's not their sexual preference that's the problem, it's the smugness. And the
publicness.
Alistair: Of course, if they are Death Eaters, it's probably also the problem.
ArmandStJust: They're here all the time. It's why I can't come in here by myself.
EvanRosier: I hope so. *grins*
Mulciber: *grabs Ev's collar and snogs him*
Alistair: I still want to do something. I'm coming to think that doing something is not a matter of superior weaponry, especially in this place.
EvanRosier: *snogs back*
ArmandStJust: Actually it's a matter of allies, I think.
Alistair: As in having more of us than there are of them?
Mulciber: *pulls away and grins teasingly at him* It's been a long time... And I don't think you ever realized all I'm capable of... *raises an eyebrow suggestively*
ArmandStJust: *nods* And just being enough to watch each other. I don't want to give up visiting here, and I can't help but knowing that Rosier wanted to do more than just kill me.
*** Mulciber has signed off IRC (Quit).
Alistair: Ah. In short, Cordelia Ransom with a wand.
ArmandStJust: *shudders*
Alistair: It's so hard to deal with people who believe so hard in their own propaganda.
ArmandStJust: It is. I try so to be fair. It's dangerous sometimes.
ArmandStJust: *so hard
Alistair: True. I try to like everyone, but some people just can't be tolerated at all.
Alistair: And so frequently they end up being my commanding officer. *winks*
ArmandStJust: The ones you like or the ones who can't be tolerated? *smiles*
Rosier: *never left* *was just bereft of snogging companions*
Alistair: Both.
Alistair: Some of them have also been both, but not at the same time.
Alistair: I was jealous of Lady Harrington. But she's never been a total moron, unlike another person I don't want to think about.
ArmandStJust: I'm sorry. *glances uneasily at Rosier who is now alone* I still don't really understand the military. You were jealous of her?
Rosier: *turns to watch Armand and his friend sulkily*
Alistair: I'm ashamed to admit it. It's so easy talking to you, though.
Alistair: She's everything I always wanted to be. And still is.
ArmandStJust: *smiles* I think she's a remarkable lady, but -here- I can't see that she's any better than you.
Alistair: She's a bit like you. Everyone loves her instantly. And if you don't, you feel like something's wrong.
Alistair: People follow my orders, but not for any sort of personal devotion. I don't have that.
ArmandStJust: *blushes* Not everyone loves me. That's silly.
Alistair: I know, I'm exaggerating, but most normal people seem to like you.
ArmandStJust: I'm sorry. I think you're pretty special. Kind especially.
Rosier: *goes into the kitchen*
Alistair: You haven't seen my bad side yet. There is one. It will show up.
ArmandStJust: You have a bad side?
Alistair: But thank you.
Alistair: I get irritated and don't talk to anybody for days. So far I keep getting poked out of it here.
ArmandStJust: *hugs him* Good. I need you here. And so does Lady Harrington.
Rosier: *comes out of the kitchen and goes up to Armand and Alistair* So Beachball, who's you're new little friend?
ArmandStJust: *pales*
Rosier: *smiles*
ArmandStJust: Don't. Call. Me. That.
Alistair: Hullo, sir.
Alistair: *looks at Armand* Beachball?
Alistair: Singularly inappropriate nickname, that....
ArmandStJust: *flushes* My headmates call me that. You didn't know me before.
Alistair: Ah.
Rosier: *evil grin* He bounces. *bows mockingly to Alistair* Perhaps then you'd prefer to be called LittleSquirrel? I'm sorry, you dont remember that do you?
Alistair: *looks at inquirer* If you tell me who you are, I'll tell you who I am.
ArmandStJust: Leave us alone.
Rosier: Evan Rosier. One of the best wizards you'll ever find here, Muggle.
Alistair: Alistair McKeon. One of the best damn naval officers you'll find anywhere.
ArmandStJust: Go away. *pointedly not looking at Rosier*
Rosier: *cold smile* I don't have a lot of use for navies.
Alistair: *icy stare* And I don't have a lot of use for wizards.
Rosier: I'm so worried, McKeon.
ArmandStJust: Rosier, leave us alone!
Alistair: I really have no argument with you, Mr. Rosier, as long as you don't bother me. Agreed?
Rosier: Ah, but you're friends with our little squirrel here. I miss him.
ArmandStJust: *pales still more*
Rosier: *leers at Armand*
Alistair: Mr. Rosier, I believe that half our small created society is friends with Mr. Saint-Just.
Rosier: is that so? Is that why people were so eager to liberate him from us? He was such a lovely subject. So unresisting.
ArmandStJust: Go away!
Alistair: I take it there were a lot less of us then. The community's added at least ten people in the last week.
Rosier: And you are all -friends- with our little squirrel?
ArmandStJust: *shudders*
Alistair: I can say people are being friendly towards him and most are not actively hostile.
Rosier: I'm not exactly hostile.I simply miss him. Even though he's only a Muggle. He's so terribly sweet it could make your teeth rot.
ArmandStJust: *closes his eyes*
Alistair: It takes all kinds...
ArmandStJust: *can't stand it anymore* *jumps to his feet* Leave us alone, Rosier!
Rosier: Merlin! *smiles* The squirrel thinks he has teeth.
Alistair: Armand, remember what I said...
ArmandStJust: *shaking* *tries to keep his temper* Haven't you tormented me enough?
Rosier: Never. *leers* I like you too much.
ArmandStJust: *white-faced and shaking but keeps his mouth shut* *looks like he's biting his tongue*
Rosier: *pouts*
Alistair: There's really no point in either of you two irritating each other.
Rosier: Isn't there? I can take him from you any time I like.
Alistair: You don't think that I'd try to get him back?
Rosier: But you couldn't. That's the point, Muggle.
Alistair: You don't know everything.
Rosier: But I do know my curses well.
Alistair: And?
Rosier: And this boy here is a very good litltle squirrel. Very obedient.
ArmandStJust: I'm not a squirrel. I'm a man.
Alistair: Most people are, under enough duress. You probably are too.
Rosier: You could have a point. *inclines his head to Alistair* I just wanted to let him know how much he was missed. I didn't want him killed.
Alistair: Well, you could have went about it a different way.
Alistair: He's easy to scare.
Alistair: Then again, that was probably part of the reason you did it, wasn't it?
Rosier: *nods* You are a smart one, aren't you? But truly, I chose him because he's so.... so friendly.
Alistair: If 'friendly' means 'naive' in the wizarding world, I'd buy it.
Rosier: That's not what I meant. If anything, he knows too much for a Muggle. But... *sighs* if only you could know what it's like wondering what it would be ilke to take an innocent like that and use him to his own destruction.
ArmandStJust: *is keeping quiet but looks ill*
Alistair: If you can ask that about me, it only proves that you know nothing about me.
Alistair: I've done a lot of wondering about that, in fact.
Rosier: You have?
Alistair: Yes. When you see people act irrationally, and know that everyone starts out the same...you have to wonder what warps them.
Rosier: *coldly* Pureblood wizards aren't subject to the same rules of conduct as mere Muggles.
Alistair: I didn't say it was about wizards, did I?
Rosier: I'm simply ponting out that any wondering you could do wouldn't apply to me.
Alistair: *smiles* I know.
Rosier: *loses patience and stalks out*
ArmandStJust: *shudders* Alistair?
Alistair: Yes, Armand?
ArmandStJust: How did you do that?
Alistair: Do what? Stand up to him?
ArmandStJust: *nods*
Alistair: It wasn't easy. I told you that I was a prisoner of war. Being held by men and women of that sort. The only thing they understand is a show of power.
Alistair: I needed to show him that I couldn't be broken.
Alistair: Also--remember when I said that I served under a guy who was a complete idiot? He used to play that sort of game all the time.
ArmandStJust: *swallows* You did well. Better than me. My typist needs to use the phone. I'll try to come back.
Alistair: No problem.
*** ArmandStJust has signed off IRC (Ping timeout).
Alistair: *yawns* Ah, I can come back tomorrow. There's always tomorrow. *leaves*
(Short-term chatter, first-time logger. I try.)
*** EvanRosier has joined #desperatefans.
EvanRosier: *strides on in* *sees his friends* *is on his way to healing*
Rodolphus: *whispers* Love you. *sees Rosier* Hey, Ev.
EvanRosier: Roddy! Peril! *slips up to them* How are you feeling, lads?
Mulciber: *grins* Ev! Better, now.
EvanRosier: *kisses Peril's cheek* Sure?
Mulciber: *grins at him* For the moment.
ArmandStJust: *peeks back in because he really is bored at home* *sees Alistair and is
relieved*
Alistair: *mutters to self* They're all mad here. Mad!
EvanRosier: *kisses Roddy's cheek too* Moments are good. I miss Sly.
Rodolphus: *nods at Ev* Yeah. How're you?
Mulciber: *nods* I do too.
Alistair: *notices Armand, finally* So did you remember the note?
ArmandStJust: I did. Percy has already answered. I don't know if Marguerite has seen it.
EvanRosier: Lonely, but recovering. *smiles at them*
Alistair: What did Percy say?
Mulciber: Come sit with us, then. We'll cheer you up.
EvanRosier: *sits wherever there is room with them* Thanks.
ArmandStJust: I guess he's thinking about it. He and my sister will need to talk before they decide anything.
Mulciber: It's not a problem for you to hang around my place a few more days, is it, Ev?
Alistair: Just don't decide anything on your own before then, okay?
ArmandStJust: *sighs* It's not up to me. He asked for the truce with Percy. This damn feud has fucked up our lives for too long.
Alistair: From what you've told me, if you can manage to end it, you should.
Alistair: That's a damn long time to hold a grudge.
EvanRosier: No, it's no problem. I wanted to go away with Sly, but it didn't work out.
Mulciber: Where did he go?
ArmandStJust: Not for a Frenchman.
EvanRosier: His typist is at a family event all weekend.
Mulciber: Poor Ev.
EvanRosier: *bats his eyelashes* And after all that, Rab doesn't want me!
Rodolphus: *snorts*
EvanRosier: But I did want to tell you something.
Mulciber: *laughs* We do. Don't worry, Ev. And thanks for staying with me.
Mulciber: What?
EvanRosier: Did you see the note fromthe squirrel's sister?
Alistair: Well, at least you don't have life extension...I can imagine the 250-year grudge.
Mulciber: ...No?
ArmandStJust: *shudders* It's bad enough as it is. He nearly killed me twice in May and kidnapped my mistress.
Rodolphus: *rolls his eyes* I did.
EvanRosier: On the comm... she threatened anyone who hurt her precious little brother.
Mulciber: *snorts* My God. Silly twit.
Mulciber: Who is she?
Alistair: If the feud is with your brother-in-law, what did Chauvelin do to -him-? If that's what he's doing to you?
ArmandStJust: Percy attracted Marguerite and then there's the political stuff.
ArmandStJust: They duel all the time. Chauvelin used to try to arrest him a lot.
EvanRosier: Marguerite Blakeney.
Mulciber: *snickers*
EvanRosier: Silly muggle woman.
Mulciber: Women are all silly. As are muggles.
Mulciber: WellexceptNarcissaBUTICAN'TSAYTHAT*
Nemesis: *Blinks at that* Did I just hear someone say "women are all sill?"
Nemesis: *Silly
Alistair: Duels should be made illegal. It wouldn't stop certain idiots from trying it, but they're still awful.
Rodolphus: *to M* I dare you to say that to Bella.
Nemesis: ...Seriously. Who said that?
ArmandStJust: *hears his sister's name* *glances over at them* It wouldn't stop Percy and Chauvelin. These are sword duels. Percy just happens to be good enough to win most of them time. I'm not.
Mulciber: *laughs* I've got out Lord to worry about, already. I don't need her after me. She knows I'm jealous of her.
EvanRosier: *snickers* But he's right, Roddy.
Alistair: You can also get good and dead in a sword duel. Ask Lady Harrington, if she feels like talking about it.
Nemesis: *Raises an eyebrow* If nobody owns up you're all getting slapped.
Rodolphus: *grins*
ArmandStJust: So I'm supposed to let the man call my sister a whore or worse? *sighs* That's why last night was so strange.
Mulciber: *kisses Roddy's hair* When will she be back, anyway?
Metatron: ...well, it wasn't me.
EvanRosier: Universal misogynist here. But you all know that. *smiles fondly at them*
Nemesis: ...It was one of them. Ha, they're igorning me. I should kill them.
Alistair: Well, if you're not good at fighting, yes. If it's not true and it's in public, at least back home, there are laws against that sort of thing...
Mulciber: *leans over to kiss Ev, too* Of course.
Rodolphus: In a few days.
Mulciber: A few days? I only have you to myself for that long? *sulky*
ArmandStJust: I don't think there are laws like that here, unless it's in a newspaper. *sighs* He even put a friend up to saying that my neice or nephew in the making is a bastard.
Rodolphus: *smiles at M and kisses him* We'll have a nice next couple of days, then.
EvanRosier: *kisses Peril* Sly had better be back by then, or I'll die of loneliness.
Alistair: If he keeps saying that sort of thing, who believes him?
Mulciber: *grins at Roddy* We shall. But don't worry, Ev. We won't abandon you.
Rodolphus: 'couse we won't.
ArmandStJust: I don't know that anyone does but he shouldn't say them.
EvanRosier: *pouts* yes you will. women are selfish.
Mulciber: Oh, so I have a woman now? News to me. *grins*
Rodolphus: *laughs* *smiles at Ev* I won't abandon you. You know that. We'll just have to be...more discreet.
EvanRosier: *gives peril a look* Well... everyone -else- does. Why not you?
Mulciber: *tries to mask sudden flusterment* Oh, dunno.
Alistair: He shouldn't, but if no one believes him, he will have a reputation for being both a blowhard and a liar.
Rodolphus: *raises an eyebrow at M* You okay?
ArmandStJust: He *sigh* talks about things that Marguerite and Percy won't discuss in public. Like how Marguerite managed to support us when we were both so young. I was there, and I can't-- at least last night he admitted she didn't take to the streets.
Mulciber: Hm? *ohshitblush* I'm fine.
EvanRosier: *tries to smile* Maybe Ollie is girl enough for you.
Alistair: *nods* I don't quite understand, but it's just because of cultural differences.
Mulciber: Oh, God. Don't even. *face falls*
Rodolphus: *looks concerned* You sure you're okay?
ArmandStJust: He makes me so angry.
EvanRosier: I just said the wrong thing, didn't I?
Mulciber: No, no, it's okay. I just... Made a few connections. Blame the Wood bitch.
Rodolphus: *snorts*
EvanRosier: *grins viciously* Gladly.
Mulciber: *phewtheydidn'taskfurther*
Mulciber: But no, Ev. I'm not planning on leaving you to fend for yourself just yet.
Mulciber: *ignores the fact that he's BLUSHING AGAIN OMG*
Alistair: Well, that's why I keep telling you not to do anything rash; people do very stupid things when they're angry. Or at least they try to.
EvanRosier: Please don't. At least not until Sly is back. *actually looks a bit upset about it*
ArmandStJust: Telling a... *sighs* It is cultural I think.
Rodolphus: *pats Ev's arm*
Mulciber: *gently* Hey, Ev... *releases Roddy to sit closer to Ev* *hugs him gently* It's all right.
Alistair: Sorry. I'm a bit out of sorts right now, and probably wouldn't be giving the best advice.
EvanRosier: *hugs back* I know you guys care, but when a *sneers* woman batts her eyelashes, I lose.
ArmandStJust: *blinks* I'm sorry. I'm so selfish. What's wrong?
Alistair: You're not selfish! I'm just not very useful tonight.
Mulciber: *kisses Ev* Hey, there.
Mulciber: Shh.
Rodolphus: *sighs* Sorry, mate. You I know I can't help my situation. I love you...but I love my wife, too.
Alistair: Try back in a day, and I'll be better. It's just that I'm worried about Lady Harrington, because she's worried about her lover, and I'm worried about it too.
ArmandStJust: You don't have to be useful. Why is she worried?
Mulciber: *snorts* The only woman I've ever cared for enough to abandon you was Narcissa. And she was like a sister to me, not a lover. *oopstriestohideohshitness*
Alistair: Because I joked about being in love with her, to make her smile--and she did, but I think that only reminded her that Paul's been not around for days.
EvanRosier: *kisses Peril* *then looks sadly at Roddy* I know.
Mulciber: Pity she's a fool.
Alistair: And if something's happened to him--again--I don't know if I could forgive myself for saying that.
ArmandStJust: So she's worried? *bites lip* I'm sorry. *sighs* I -am- selfish. I saw her and didn't even think to ask.
Alistair: Listen--if I hadn't known her for so long, I wouldn't have known. We both hide when we're worried.
Rodolphus: *glances at M and frowns, but doesn't say anything*
Alistair: We usually can tell if something's wrong with each other.
EvanRosier: Oh Merlin! What does she see in that-- he's not even a good f-- *stops*
Mulciber: *stares at Ev and then bursts out laughing* What?!
Rodolphus: *looks at Ev* What, mate?
EvanRosier: *looks at his knees* When we killed him last time...
Mulciber: ...Prewett?
Mulciber: *snorts* Should have known. He's too soft.
Rodolphus: *snorts* Too much of a pretty boy, if you ask me.
Mulciber: *grins* What's wrong with pretty boys?
EvanRosier: *smiles a bit* He screams pretty. He was too passive when I--
Mulciber: *runs his fingers through Ev's hair* No fun at all, then?
ArmandStJust: Old friends are good like that. The only person who knows me -that- well is my sister. And I see her so seldom.
Rodolphus: *smiles at M and kisses his cheek*
EvanRosier: A little fun, but not like I wanted. He was fairly badly burned by then.
Mulciber: Mmm... burning... *half closes his eyes*
Alistair: We've known each other for twenty years. Of course, we spent a lot of time apart, but enough in close quarters to get an idea of how each of us thinks.
Mulciber: Next time you want fun, come to me, Ev... Not some pretty fool.
Alistair: You're not old enough to have that kind of friend yet.
ArmandStJust: *hugs Alistair* My sister raised me. She can read me like a book.
EvanRosier: *blinks innocently at M* But I dont want to burn you.
Mulciber: *sighs* Damn.
Rodolphus: *laughs*
EvanRosier: You want me to -hurt- you?
Mulciber: *stares at Ev* You didn't -know- that?
Alistair: *punches Armand on shoulder* That's what sisters are for.
Alistair: And they can push almost every single one of your buttons.
EvanRosier: *blushes* Well, burning is pretty extreme, Peril. We were killing the git.
Mulciber: ...Obviously we haven't spent enough time together.
ArmandStJust: *smiles* I know. It'd be nice for the feud to be over. I worry about her so much.
Rodolphus: *smiles at the two of them*
Alistair: I don't blame you.
EvanRosier: *grins* We -could- fix that.
Mulciber: *still like omg WHAT?!* Didn't you know that I-?
ArmandStJust: With the baby coming, she still keeps throwing herself between me and danger. That letter she wrote to the Death Eaters has me scared bloodless.
EvanRosier: That you?
Mulciber: Am the most masochistic of all of you?
Mulciber: *Are?
Rodolphus: *laughs out loud*
Alistair: She shouldn't have done that.
EvanRosier: And you guys always assme I'm the sadist. I'm hurt.
Rodolphus: You're the one that used my own necktie on me, Ev. *grins*
Mulciber: I wish you'd hurt -me-.
Nemesis: I'M BORED.
Alistair: *whispers* Psst. Armand. Who are those guys in here?
Metatron: ...I'm sorry.
EvanRosier: Ask me in private, Peril. What? I thought that was Sly too. *winks at Roddy*
Alistair: *hears loudness in room, calls back* Well, I'm boring. Does that help?
ArmandStJust: *whispers back* Which ones?
Mulciber: *grins* Wait... you're staying for a few days, remember?
Alistair: *whispers* Those three odd-looking ones. Not the French guys. I don't know their names, but I've been seeing them around.
EvanRosier: I am. *smiles*
Rodolphus: *winks back*
ArmandStJust: In the robes? Those are wizards. I think they're *bites his lip* Death Eaters, but I don't know any of their names. Except Rosier. He's a headmate. *shudders*
EvanRosier: *kisses Roddy impulsively*
Rodolphus: *is surprised by the sudden kiss, but kisses back*
Mulciber: *mockglares at Ev and Roddy and leans back against the couch, arms crossed* *drawls* I'm getting jealous!
Alistair: *whispers* OH crap.
EvanRosier: *reaches over and grabs M* Get over here.
Alistair: Let me guess, so proud of their decadence?
Mulciber: *laughs and is grabbed willingly* Only if you want me. *teasing*
ArmandStJust: Something like that. Perverts most of them. *sighs*
EvanRosier: Course I do. *is torn between who to snog*
Mulciber: *laughs and gently pokes Ev* You have me all to yourself tonight.
*** Rodolphus has signed off IRC (Quit).
Alistair: It's not their sexual preference that's the problem, it's the smugness. And the
publicness.
Alistair: Of course, if they are Death Eaters, it's probably also the problem.
ArmandStJust: They're here all the time. It's why I can't come in here by myself.
EvanRosier: I hope so. *grins*
Mulciber: *grabs Ev's collar and snogs him*
Alistair: I still want to do something. I'm coming to think that doing something is not a matter of superior weaponry, especially in this place.
EvanRosier: *snogs back*
ArmandStJust: Actually it's a matter of allies, I think.
Alistair: As in having more of us than there are of them?
Mulciber: *pulls away and grins teasingly at him* It's been a long time... And I don't think you ever realized all I'm capable of... *raises an eyebrow suggestively*
ArmandStJust: *nods* And just being enough to watch each other. I don't want to give up visiting here, and I can't help but knowing that Rosier wanted to do more than just kill me.
*** Mulciber has signed off IRC (Quit).
Alistair: Ah. In short, Cordelia Ransom with a wand.
ArmandStJust: *shudders*
Alistair: It's so hard to deal with people who believe so hard in their own propaganda.
ArmandStJust: It is. I try so to be fair. It's dangerous sometimes.
ArmandStJust: *so hard
Alistair: True. I try to like everyone, but some people just can't be tolerated at all.
Alistair: And so frequently they end up being my commanding officer. *winks*
ArmandStJust: The ones you like or the ones who can't be tolerated? *smiles*
Rosier: *never left* *was just bereft of snogging companions*
Alistair: Both.
Alistair: Some of them have also been both, but not at the same time.
Alistair: I was jealous of Lady Harrington. But she's never been a total moron, unlike another person I don't want to think about.
ArmandStJust: I'm sorry. *glances uneasily at Rosier who is now alone* I still don't really understand the military. You were jealous of her?
Rosier: *turns to watch Armand and his friend sulkily*
Alistair: I'm ashamed to admit it. It's so easy talking to you, though.
Alistair: She's everything I always wanted to be. And still is.
ArmandStJust: *smiles* I think she's a remarkable lady, but -here- I can't see that she's any better than you.
Alistair: She's a bit like you. Everyone loves her instantly. And if you don't, you feel like something's wrong.
Alistair: People follow my orders, but not for any sort of personal devotion. I don't have that.
ArmandStJust: *blushes* Not everyone loves me. That's silly.
Alistair: I know, I'm exaggerating, but most normal people seem to like you.
ArmandStJust: I'm sorry. I think you're pretty special. Kind especially.
Rosier: *goes into the kitchen*
Alistair: You haven't seen my bad side yet. There is one. It will show up.
ArmandStJust: You have a bad side?
Alistair: But thank you.
Alistair: I get irritated and don't talk to anybody for days. So far I keep getting poked out of it here.
ArmandStJust: *hugs him* Good. I need you here. And so does Lady Harrington.
Rosier: *comes out of the kitchen and goes up to Armand and Alistair* So Beachball, who's you're new little friend?
ArmandStJust: *pales*
Rosier: *smiles*
ArmandStJust: Don't. Call. Me. That.
Alistair: Hullo, sir.
Alistair: *looks at Armand* Beachball?
Alistair: Singularly inappropriate nickname, that....
ArmandStJust: *flushes* My headmates call me that. You didn't know me before.
Alistair: Ah.
Rosier: *evil grin* He bounces. *bows mockingly to Alistair* Perhaps then you'd prefer to be called LittleSquirrel? I'm sorry, you dont remember that do you?
Alistair: *looks at inquirer* If you tell me who you are, I'll tell you who I am.
ArmandStJust: Leave us alone.
Rosier: Evan Rosier. One of the best wizards you'll ever find here, Muggle.
Alistair: Alistair McKeon. One of the best damn naval officers you'll find anywhere.
ArmandStJust: Go away. *pointedly not looking at Rosier*
Rosier: *cold smile* I don't have a lot of use for navies.
Alistair: *icy stare* And I don't have a lot of use for wizards.
Rosier: I'm so worried, McKeon.
ArmandStJust: Rosier, leave us alone!
Alistair: I really have no argument with you, Mr. Rosier, as long as you don't bother me. Agreed?
Rosier: Ah, but you're friends with our little squirrel here. I miss him.
ArmandStJust: *pales still more*
Rosier: *leers at Armand*
Alistair: Mr. Rosier, I believe that half our small created society is friends with Mr. Saint-Just.
Rosier: is that so? Is that why people were so eager to liberate him from us? He was such a lovely subject. So unresisting.
ArmandStJust: Go away!
Alistair: I take it there were a lot less of us then. The community's added at least ten people in the last week.
Rosier: And you are all -friends- with our little squirrel?
ArmandStJust: *shudders*
Alistair: I can say people are being friendly towards him and most are not actively hostile.
Rosier: I'm not exactly hostile.I simply miss him. Even though he's only a Muggle. He's so terribly sweet it could make your teeth rot.
ArmandStJust: *closes his eyes*
Alistair: It takes all kinds...
ArmandStJust: *can't stand it anymore* *jumps to his feet* Leave us alone, Rosier!
Rosier: Merlin! *smiles* The squirrel thinks he has teeth.
Alistair: Armand, remember what I said...
ArmandStJust: *shaking* *tries to keep his temper* Haven't you tormented me enough?
Rosier: Never. *leers* I like you too much.
ArmandStJust: *white-faced and shaking but keeps his mouth shut* *looks like he's biting his tongue*
Rosier: *pouts*
Alistair: There's really no point in either of you two irritating each other.
Rosier: Isn't there? I can take him from you any time I like.
Alistair: You don't think that I'd try to get him back?
Rosier: But you couldn't. That's the point, Muggle.
Alistair: You don't know everything.
Rosier: But I do know my curses well.
Alistair: And?
Rosier: And this boy here is a very good litltle squirrel. Very obedient.
ArmandStJust: I'm not a squirrel. I'm a man.
Alistair: Most people are, under enough duress. You probably are too.
Rosier: You could have a point. *inclines his head to Alistair* I just wanted to let him know how much he was missed. I didn't want him killed.
Alistair: Well, you could have went about it a different way.
Alistair: He's easy to scare.
Alistair: Then again, that was probably part of the reason you did it, wasn't it?
Rosier: *nods* You are a smart one, aren't you? But truly, I chose him because he's so.... so friendly.
Alistair: If 'friendly' means 'naive' in the wizarding world, I'd buy it.
Rosier: That's not what I meant. If anything, he knows too much for a Muggle. But... *sighs* if only you could know what it's like wondering what it would be ilke to take an innocent like that and use him to his own destruction.
ArmandStJust: *is keeping quiet but looks ill*
Alistair: If you can ask that about me, it only proves that you know nothing about me.
Alistair: I've done a lot of wondering about that, in fact.
Rosier: You have?
Alistair: Yes. When you see people act irrationally, and know that everyone starts out the same...you have to wonder what warps them.
Rosier: *coldly* Pureblood wizards aren't subject to the same rules of conduct as mere Muggles.
Alistair: I didn't say it was about wizards, did I?
Rosier: I'm simply ponting out that any wondering you could do wouldn't apply to me.
Alistair: *smiles* I know.
Rosier: *loses patience and stalks out*
ArmandStJust: *shudders* Alistair?
Alistair: Yes, Armand?
ArmandStJust: How did you do that?
Alistair: Do what? Stand up to him?
ArmandStJust: *nods*
Alistair: It wasn't easy. I told you that I was a prisoner of war. Being held by men and women of that sort. The only thing they understand is a show of power.
Alistair: I needed to show him that I couldn't be broken.
Alistair: Also--remember when I said that I served under a guy who was a complete idiot? He used to play that sort of game all the time.
ArmandStJust: *swallows* You did well. Better than me. My typist needs to use the phone. I'll try to come back.
Alistair: No problem.
*** ArmandStJust has signed off IRC (Ping timeout).
Alistair: *yawns* Ah, I can come back tomorrow. There's always tomorrow. *leaves*