[Francis arrived late in the evening, during the start of the Darkness. The greeter directed him to the baseball dugout; still dazed and confused, Francis had followed her kind words and stayed there, just as the sirens had gone off. He really didn't pay the sirens any mind, as he sat down to study the strange computer he'd been holding when he
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Bon soir, Monsieur.
[ Spoken with a purr - and an accent horrible! ]
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Bonsoir, mon ami. [He hopes calling this person a "friend" isn't too forward.] Do you know where I am, where... we are? All I remember is I was at my home relaxing, and all of a sudden...
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[ This "French" is spoken with the most English of English accents. Grell's been London-based for a very long time! ]
Nous sommes en Siren's Port. La "Core"...
[ Have some vague I-don't-speak-your-language hand gestures! ]
er... pullez vous!
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Siren's Port? I'm not quite sure I know where that is...
[Blinks a bit.] ... pardon me, did you say, "The core pulls me"?
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[ Gives up on the French! ]
It's an island off the coast of Canada, if you can believe that.
And yes. That's the story people will give you. The "Core." It's located under the field where you appeared. Good luck trying to get a look at it, however. The locals keep it guarded.
[ As an afterthought ]
…and watch out for the monsters.
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Canada? [So Matthew is involved.] I've never heard of such a place in Canada. What is the Core? How does it pull me? I don't understand...
[At the afterthought, he kind of frowns.] Believe me, I'm watching them. And they are watching me.
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[ Thoughtfully ]
But I haven't seen any bears, come to think of it...
Anyway! The Core. Pulled you here, no one knows how, that's the story, end of.
So you might as well make yourself at home, cos you're going to be here a while. If the monsters don't get you. Or the murderers!
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... so you know absolutely nothing about this "core". [That was helpful. :|]
... I'm going to be here a while? With those things? [The murderers thing doesn't frighten him so much.]
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All I know about the Core is that it picks people up and deposits them here at will. For instance, just recently it sent my execrable boss here, after I was certain he'd died.
Quel dommage!
[ And yet, Grell does not seem at all displeased by this. Quite the opposite, in fact! ]
Yes, indeed. You've got a free month's rent and then either you're out on the street with those things...
Or you'll need to rely on the kindness of strangers!
[ WINK! ]
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[He doesn't really know... how to reply to that statement about "her" boss. Well, thankfully, he manages to move to the next fact with a pretty easy segway.]
The kindness of strangers, mm? Hopefully I will find a way to make money by then...
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[ Hands to chest ]
The crowds! The noise! The ~look~ on the faces of the condemned, and then~~~
[ An EXTREMELY ENTHUSIASTIC slashing motion ]
La guillotine! So much blood, rivers of it, ahahahhahaha!
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His eyes change as he looks back up at Grell.]
More than that, hm? [A cruel smirk forms on his lips] Anyone who was suspected of being a counter-revolutionary ended up on the chopping block. And when the sans-culottes worried these so-called counter-revolutionists were plotting together in their jail cells, they stormed the prison and slaughtered 1300 people, and hacked off their arms, legs, heads... the September Massacres of 1792, non?... And as if that wasn't enough, once Louis XVI was killed, along with that Austrian princess wife of his, Marie Antoinette, the National Convention instated the Reign of Terror... revolutionaries slaughtering peasants for no reason, other than to take their homes or burn them, for the cause... and the best part was the Great Terror, which you seem so fond of. [A dark chuckle.] The convention took away the right of the accused to defend ( ... )
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OOOooooOOOooooh~! You speak about it as though you were THERE!
[ Considers ]
Or perhaps you're just a professor of French history...
Either way~~~
[ With ENORMOUS ENTHUSIASM, arms flung wide and head back ]
You're MY kind of MAN!
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Let's just say I have a particularly firm grasp of European, especially French, history. La république française did not spring up overnight, after all.
[After all, he remembers that time very well. He was simultaneously fighting within himself while also battling Prussia, Russia, Great Britain, Spain, Austria, the Italian Kingdom of Sardinia, and the Dutch Republic. That much war is bound to scar itself into memory of a nation, particularly a civil war such as the revolutionaries were causing.]
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I like the sound of that, monsieur~.
Comment vous apellez-vous?
[ Keep in mind, Grell's pronunciation continues to be terrible! ]
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Et votre nom?
(( ooc: "And your name?" ))
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