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[heirtothecount]

And in walks a young man. He's smiling rather broadly, and holding a daisy. If the smile doesn't quite reach his eyes, it's not too terribly much of a problem.

"Hello. My name is Francis. My father is a count. He also enjoys swordfighting, and studying pain through torture and invention. He really is rather brilliant."

[Um. Francis Rugen

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[shypontmercy]

"My father is a baron," softly, with a bit of an edge. "And my name is Remy Pontmercy."

[heirtothecount]

That's nice. *holds out the daisy* Would you like a flower?

[shypontmercy]

He eyes the flower speculatively, but shakes his head. "No, thank you, monsieur. I can get some from home."

[heirtothecount]

*takes it back* All right then. It was outside. I picked it myself. It was the tallest one, but it isn't any more. *giggles*

[familiar_works]

*looks interested for a moment* Do you share your father's interests?

[heirtothecount]

Oh, I'm interested in everything.

[familiar_works]

I understand. Which interest do you find most appealing?

[heirtothecount]

Well that depends. It changes all the time. Right now, it's either the sound that windchimes make, or the process a human body takes to burn completely into its component parts.

[quiet_flower]

Marigold sees him and peers at him shyly, thinking he looks familiar but far too shy to actually say anything.

[heirtothecount]

Hello. *holds out the daisy which, at this point, is missing its petals* Would you like a flower?

[quiet_flower]

She looks at it and says, very sadly, "It's dead..."

Typist: PSFYI Marigold is Buttercup's daughter. In case you didn't know.

[heirtothecount]

*nods* But it was alive!

Typist: I know. ;)

[hades_historian]

"My husband was a duke." Magrat pauses, then adds casually, "He's dead now."

[heirtothecount]

That's nice. My father was dead, too. But he's not now. *holds up the plucked daisy* This is also dead. They say hair is dead, also.

[hades_historian]

A good deal of the world is dead. So it goes.

[heirtothecount]

Around and around.

[shinierthenyou]

My fathers enjoy sword-fighting. *here, have a scary gray girl*

[heirtothecount]

Swordfighting makes interesting noises. Did you know that you're gray?

[shinierthenyou]

It does, especially when Father Jarl resorts to cheating and gets yelled at by Father Zak.

*spins around, cheerfully* Yes, I did. I'm what you get when you cross a Greek with a drow.

[heirtothecount]

That's interesting.