Oh moon, oh false, false moon...you have not inspired me at all ; 06

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[Out on his lawn, France sits poking a small fire.

Whats burning, you ask?

Well, it's the remains of his guillotine. The only thing that's really distinguishable, though, is it's blade. Which is currently leaning against the side of his house.

The nation himself looks tired and very, very thoughtful. Which is a strange thing for France.]

...Long long

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[grumpyopa]

[Fire... bad. Instincts? It's just natural for a person to run towards a puff of smoke. Whether this is by curiosity or to help... it varies. The former seems to be more active.

Either case though, a few moments later an old geezer Germania trots up to see what's going on exactly.

A short surveillance before inquiring out with a shout:]

Do you have this under control?

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[France glances up, smiles slightly,and nods. He hasn't noticed Germania looks like, well...like one of the people he lived with when he was younger.

He's a bit caught up in his thoughts right now.]

Ah...oui. There is nothing to be worrying about. I merely had to...rid myself of some unwanted memories.

[grumpyopa]

[It's all good, Germania barely remembers it either.

An eye cast over the flame.]

Ancient fuels burn well.

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[A nod.]

That they do.

[...]

The guillotine, of all things...

[grumpyopa]

Guillotine?

[flowercensored]

It is what the city decided to give me from home. Though it...affected my mind.

[grumpyopa]

I have never heard of such a device.

[flowercensored]

[Oh.]

Well, they are good for...removing heads.

[grumpyopa]

[Moves his gaze to the blade, and pauses a moment to imagine.

He can't, though. He was never the imaginative type.] I see; my apologize.

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[He shakes his head and laughs sadly.] It is not your fault, mon ami.

[grumpyopa]

Never the less. Perhaps it was a reminder you needed; who can say?

[flowercensored]

Hm...Perhaps it was. Though, it was not a very pleasant one.

[A solemn look towards his home.]...and I would have preferred she stayed.

[grumpyopa]

She?

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Jeanne.

[grumpyopa]

A lover?

[flowercensored]

Non. She was a citizen of mine. One that I knew long ago.