148 [Video, from Hospital Bed]

[impure_tale]

[And here is the Marquis in the infirmary; not dressed as per usual, his dark hair unbound and cascading lazily over his shoulders, his right arm in a sling to prevent causing himself further pain just because he feels the constant desire to use it. He looks tired, but better.]

I do believe this is the moment where I say that rumors of my demise

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i thought it was well written :3

[vfranklinmott]

Bloody hell, do you lot ever stop with your speeches?

[impure_tale]

Tit for tat, mon ami. Does your lot ever stop complaining?

[vfranklinmott]

They're not 'my' anything. Most of them could drown and I wouldn't lose sleep over it.

[impure_tale]

And yet you are inextricably linked. How upsetting that must be for you.

[vfranklinmott]

How cruel of you to remind me.

[impure_tale]

My name birthed the word 'Sadism'; did you expect less?

[vfranklinmott]

Not at all. I know of you through an associate.

[impure_tale]

Is that a fact?

[vfranklinmott]

Yes. Apparently he attended one of your orgies.

A foppish gypsy is all he was. Foolish to the very end.

[impure_tale]

Then I promise you he never did any such thing and told you a grand tale. I don't company myself with fops.

blu ray enhanced viewing ftw

[vfranklinmott]

Let's see if any of this sounds familiar. A traveling band of thieves and beggars sold Malcolm Beaumarchais to you when he was 15, and he served you as a valet, until he ran away two years later to join a Dutch circus. The supposed orgy occurred in 1776 at your castle in Lacoste. Apparently you even had a pet name for him. "Le garçon de l'eau".

[impure_tale]

Then he read his history well enough to pick a rare time when I was actually in Lacoste and not a jail cell. No, my dear friend. I may have employed some exceedingly young individuals in my home at that time, but the youngest were largely female, and I had a valet with whom I was quite fond and not in the mind to replace.

[vfranklinmott]

Well isn't that fascinating. Either Malcolm was telling a lie, which I doubt, or you are, which I also doubt.

Alternatively, different worlds could explain everything. Maybe we're both right.

All rather frustrating, either way.