Napoleonic Wars Round 2
WHO: Jared, Emiliana, Leon and Francis (my poor Frenchman.)
WHEN: March 5th, afternoon
WHERE: Jared and Emiliana's apartment
WHAT: French Intervention of Mexico, take two.
( exotic flowers? Let me pluck them~ )
WHEN: March 5th, afternoon
WHERE: Jared and Emiliana's apartment
WHAT: French Intervention of Mexico, take two.
( exotic flowers? Let me pluck them~ )
He huffed. Barely able to shout back at her as he rubbed his cheek. If he had any less pride he might say this one was a bit too feisty for him but... Well. He wasn't about to go down without a proper fight. She was already in her room though, and that made his approach to the door much slower than it would be otherwise.
Sauntering up, he leaned against the wood, humming and tapping on it with his fingers. "Oh come now chere~ You are being silly! So violent when my intentions are only of love~!"
meanwhile...
Francis had just woke up from a well needed nap- only to be harshly shocked from his drowsy state as he saw his laptop closed on the table- And his uncle no where to be seen. "LEON! Leon oh merde!" he scrambled over to the computer and opened it, staring at the screen, and the map on it, in stunned horror.
Not again.
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Her fingers had just wrapped around the handle of her machete as her left hand began to dial 9-1-1 when she suddenly heard a muffled version of Jared's voice. Emi paused, finger poised to press dial before she remembered that the perverted French pervert had a knife. Jared didn't. But Emi had a machete.
Well, at least she had self-defense on her side if manslaughter turned out to be one of her options for getting rid of the man.
She took another few seconds to inch her way toward the door, machete still in hand as her hand rested on top of the doorknob. Another breath and she pulled the door open, machete tapping against her thigh as she gave Jared a quick glance.
Why did life have to fail so much.
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"Ohoho," an eyebrow perked up and he looked between the couple again. "Two against one~? Well I have always been up for a challenge~"
He drew his sword languidly, edging around and making sure to not leave either of his flanks open. He wouldn't be defeated that easily-!
meanwhile... again...
Francis did not like any sort of physical fitness really, he did it- mostly for his appearance and to keep up the lavish eating habits he liked to entertain, but that did not mean ever that he enjoyed it. Much less running, in the cold, to catch his crazy uncle that was doing God only knew what now.
As if Emiliana and Jared didn't already hate him from before- He could only imagine what they were going to do with him once he got there.
Merdeeee.
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As much as she hated to admit anything of the sort, the perverted French midget appeared to be quite skilled with that sword. Enough to make Emi reconsider jumping in, as there was no way to properly determine would her getting involved would entail.
Though, tripping the man the moment Jared moved far away enough once Leon's back was turned to her seemed like a good idea. Even if it meant inching closer to said midget.
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But what horrified him possibly even more were Emiliana and Jared.
A... machete and a- lacrosse stick?
"O-Oh mon Dieu- S'il vous plait! E-Everyone just- STOP-!"
The tiny dictator Léon completely ignored his nephew, focusing instead and flourishing an attempt to stab Jared in the gut and doing his best to not get kicked, whacked, punched, or any combination of the three. "Ha! I am having much too much fun!" he called, grinning wickedly. "Cassie-toi Francis~!"
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Francis barging into their apartment, however, caused Emi to both falter and then briefly consider just throwing her machete at him. Because, in the end, this was probably all his fault. But Emi forced herself to resist, choosing instead to glare spitefully at the Frenchman.
Ignoring the tremble in her hand, she carefully changed the positioning of the machete in her hand-
Only to bring the handle down on to the back of Léon's head the exact same moment Jared's lacrosse stick decided to meet Léon's face.
Overkill?
Maybe.
Self-defense?
Yes.
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He knew Leon was less than respectable. He knew he wasn't a good man but- he couldn't lose another member of his family.
And that's what Leon was- His uncle, one of his old mentors (admittedly not one he would take lessons from anymore, but times had changed-). The Frenchman was terrified- if not of machetes and lacrosse sticks -of losing the last few members that he had left of his family.
"Please- S'il vous plait, monsieur- Jared-" he knew that man spoke French, and he knew that he liked Francis about as much as his uncle but maybe if he could just beg. "Let me take him- please I am begging you. We will leave right now and I assure you he will not come back- please-"
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