Not Another One?

[cafeetoranges]

He's short, although the specially made heeled slippers gain him back a few inches, so he can look his friends eye to eye when he wishes. Yet the most remarkable thing about his current appearance is his confusion. A bloody bandage or possibly an ex-cravat drapes around his neck, and he holds his chin gingerly, prodding it delicately with apparent

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[angede_la_mort]

*and here's one of said friends, trying not to let the relief on his face show -- it's been rather irritating, with only Camille and Danton here (though the fanboys are amusing)*

Maxime.

[angede_la_mort]

Thankfully, no. I haven't seen much of him.

[cafeetoranges]

The man is incapable of being quiet. Has he lost his tongue?

[angede_la_mort]

Unfortunately, no.

[cafeetoranges]

I wonder what he's up to then.

[angede_la_mort]

*shrugs* Does it matter? He can hardly do anything but annoy us, here.

[cafeetoranges]

True. *softly, and there is a kind of relief in his voice*

[angede_la_mort]

*smiles a bit, touching his shoulder lightly* Yes.

[cafeetoranges]

So what do you talk to your new friends about?

[angede_la_mort]

*shrugs* Many things. Politics, mostly.

[cafeetoranges]

And eternal subject. *smiles*

Did we succeed?

[angede_la_mort]

*with a slight frown* Unfortunately, we did not.

[cafeetoranges]

*nods, more grim than sad*

Perhaps we should try again.

[angede_la_mort]

*eyebrow raise -- it's not skeptical, just questioning* On this ship?

[cafeetoranges]

I was thinking of its destination, if it is not the afterlife.

[angede_la_mort]

Ah. --Who knows if it has a destination, though? I have seen no captain.