une ⚜ real heroines fight wars in nightgowns

[theguided]

[When Jeanne awakens, she does so just like she would do anything else- that is, in a burst of energy and noise and French accent.]

Roger! G-Gilles!...La Hire? [a slooow look around] Li...ane?

[Well, seeing as this certainly wasn't where she passed out, Jeanne's gonna jump out of bed- wait why is she wearing frilly pajamas instead of armor - and

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[theguided]

[Snaps to and points broom at, clearly attempting to seem like she's got everything under control. Prepare for a thick Frenchie accent, Lancer.]

That doesn't matter! What sort of village is this?

[theguided]

Village...town....this isn't the time to argue over technicalities. Is it English?

[theguided]

[The broom end lowers just a little....but still stays fairly UP, ready for whackage. Her eyes flicker from side to side.] And are there any English here?

[theguided]

[A scowl.] So you say.

[theguided]

[......relaxes noticeably, and she nods.] May I ask your name?

[theguided]

[Too bad this French woman never got any proper schooling, living as she did in such a tiny little village....does she even know where Ireland is??? She just nods, smiling a little because that is not a very English name, nope!]

I am Jeanne d'Arc.

[theguided]

...beg pardon, but I'm no legend. [she bites back a "or hero".] Just a village girl trying to save her country from the English and their demons.

[theguided]

Well, it matters little to me if my name gains renown when it is all over. I only wish for France to be free.

...but how are you a legend, sir Chulainn?