4rth psalm || D'eon || Fetche la Vache!

[gender_at_will]

[Not keen on just sitting and waiting for the fight to happen (that and his nerves were preventing him from sleeping) D'eon decided that the middle of the night was a good of a time as any to wander off into the night to practice his fencing. Taking a small lantern he found a nice mostly secluded area where he didn't run the risk of waking up any

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meep, I know I said I'd put up a topic for this, but my computer crapped out shortly thereafter.

[jadedserpent]

[Someone was watching the lord from behind a tree. A certain long-nosed, long-haired someone whose face was discolored from healing bruises.

Snape watched him. His arm was still in a sling, but it was properly made, at least. He held his wand in his left hand.

Perhaps D'eon will notice someone watching him all creepy-like.]

It's all good. I feel you in the crap-comp area~

[gender_at_will]

[Ah yes, his spider senses were tingling D'eon noticed someone lurking in the shadows. He quickly turns his sword to Snape's general direction]

Who's there? Show yourself.

[In person]

[jadedserpent]

[Snape emerges from behind the trees, wand pointed at D'eon.]

Who are you?

[The unasked question is 'are you with the law? Are you looking for me?']

[In person]

[gender_at_will]

[D'eon raised a quizzical eyebrow at the wand. Why on earth was this boy pointing a stick at him? He lowered his sword slightly, not thinking the boy was a threat, he did look rather injured.]

Chevalier D'eon de Beaumont, and you sir?

[whitefacedclown]

[Allen couldn't sleep again tonight, so had opted to practice for the upcoming fight and being back up for it if necessary, all the while thinking about the souls that these things seem to have. He had pulled out his Sword of Exorcism from his left arm.

Now his left arm was gone and all that was left was a black mark where the arm should be and a sword that was his arm in his right hand and a white cowl surround his shoulders like a coat. He practised as usual moving it about and trying to get back into the swing of things ready for when the time comes.

He soon paused spotting someone else that seemed to have the same thing in mind as he carried his sword on his right shoulder as he went to whoever it was and watched for a bit.]

[gender_at_will]

[D'eon noticed the others presence and paid it no heed at first, but eventually the staring made him a tad self-conscious and he lowered his sword and turned to face the newcomer]

Bonjour, is there something I can help you with Monsieur?

[And D'eon is taking in the very interesting sight that is Allen. But he's not staring, he won't stare... he's far too polite for that... okay maybe he is staring. But just a little...]

[whitefacedclown]

[The staring is nothing new to him, he use to it by now and will be able to ignore and not ask questions.]

I was just watching how you used your sword. I'm a little new with using one myself, so I like to watch and see how other sword users are able to use theirs.

[gender_at_will]

[D'eon smiles a bit]

If you would like I could teach you some of the basics. Although, I'm only versed in fencing, and I'm not quite sure what kind of a sword that is... a type of claymore perhaps?

[youwear_ajacket]

[Have an insomniac genius detective with superb fencing skills and some time to kill~]

You're certainly very talented, Monsieur.

[gender_at_will]

[D'eon lowered his sword and smiled.... even if this fellow did sound English...]

Thank you Sir, I have been haled as one the best in France. Second only to my late sister.

[youwear_ajacket]

[He steps forward so that they can talk a little easier. He doesn't have his weapon with him, since it was on his wall in his room]

I can somewhat see why~

[Holds his hand out, with his usual, playful smirk]

Sherlock Holmes.

[gender_at_will]

"Somewhat" you say?

[D'eon tilts his head and raises an eyebrow, that smile is now somewhat more condescending, but he still takes the hand and shakes it.]

D'eon de Beaumont, A pleasure, Sir.