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[one_eyed_dad]

The best sort of sacrifice is a young man, under the age of twenty preferably, virile, lean, strong, beautiful and godless

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[prettydenis]

Denis is wandering, looking serene and smiles at him prettily. "Bonjour, monsieur."

[one_eyed_dad]

Oh. Very nice.

"Hello, m'dear." he said, smiling.

[prettydenis]

"Have we met?" He asks sweetly, looking slightly unsure. "I don't think we have, have we? I am Denis."

[one_eyed_dad]

"Denis. French, are you. I'm Wednesday," he said, offering a hand.

[just_shadows]

....Do I want to know?

[one_eyed_dad]

"Probably not," Wednesday said. "Lemon drop?" he offered.

[just_shadows]

*with a rather disbelieving blink* What the fuck. Are you some kid's wizard mentor now?

[one_eyed_dad]

He shrugged. "People've been asking me that," he said, popping one in his mouth. "Make me look more innocent, I suppose, when I carry candy around. Besides, they're delicious."

[stopmjolnirtime]

*waves*

[one_eyed_dad]

"Well, well. Thor! It has been awhile."

[stopmjolnirtime]

*nods* It has.

[one_eyed_dad]

"I wasn't aware you were around the mansion. How long have you been here?"

[sweariwontdie]

"Did you need something, monsieur?" For the life of him, Armand cannot remember Wednesday's name. Perhaps because they hadn't met though Armand does try to know who everyone is, especially if they may be on the 'best not to talk to' list. He's vaguely worried that this wiley looking old gentleman is one of those.

[one_eyed_dad]

"It seems this place has more people of the french heritage than I can count," Wednesday mused. "No, nothing in particular. What's your name, sir?"

[sweariwontdie]

"Oh, I apologize. I'm Armand St. Just." He keeps smiling, mostly to hide that he's still nervous. "There are many French people here."

[one_eyed_dad]

"Armand. Well, Armand, you can call me Wednesday."

[viennese_acid]

He's just passing by through the mansion, not particularly under twenty but looks it very much. And hey, he's not French. Time for some variety, one would suppose.

Tran gives Wednesday a curious look, one eyebrow raised, but doesn't say anything - yet.

[one_eyed_dad]

"Quiet, are we?" Wednesday asked with a charming yet wolfish grin. "Are you going to say hello?"

[viennese_acid]

He shrugs and grins in return, leaning against the nearby wall.

"Wasn't sure if you wanted to talk. Then again, I guess it makes sense if you're just standing around." He uses one foot to scratch the back of his other leg. "My name's Tran. What about you?"

[one_eyed_dad]

"You can call me Wednesday, Tran."