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realityshifted2009-11-03 05:09 pm
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un REDUX!!
{A fancy handsome man appears in the Plane, looking quite shocked for a brief moment before his expression goes back to calm and neutral}
...This is a complex illusion, even for the Psalms. Only Lord Dashwood would be capable of something quite like this, and France is a bit too far for even the Psalms.
{He pulls a book from under his arm and brushes his finger over the cover, but doesn't open it}
The heavens are so close here, and so brilliant. I would wonder if it were God that crafted such a marvel, but it seems entirely impossible. I doubt even Galileo could have imagined the stars this marvelous or complex. Earth indeed grows smaller in its significance as time passes. I can only wonder what the kings of Our time would think of that idea.
{The man bows his head with a hint of a smile, only to look back up}
If this is a trick of a Psalm after all, I am no enemy. I work for Dashwood as a servant, Maximilien François Marie Isidore de Robespierre. And if this is Lorenza's trick, then I suppose I should only wait until her fancy is fulfilled.
{Noticing the library,} At least she would have the idea to supply me books as quiet company. For that, I suppose the illusion is welcome, if only as a momentary distraction.
...This is a complex illusion, even for the Psalms. Only Lord Dashwood would be capable of something quite like this, and France is a bit too far for even the Psalms.
{He pulls a book from under his arm and brushes his finger over the cover, but doesn't open it}
The heavens are so close here, and so brilliant. I would wonder if it were God that crafted such a marvel, but it seems entirely impossible. I doubt even Galileo could have imagined the stars this marvelous or complex. Earth indeed grows smaller in its significance as time passes. I can only wonder what the kings of Our time would think of that idea.
{The man bows his head with a hint of a smile, only to look back up}
If this is a trick of a Psalm after all, I am no enemy. I work for Dashwood as a servant, Maximilien François Marie Isidore de Robespierre. And if this is Lorenza's trick, then I suppose I should only wait until her fancy is fulfilled.
{Noticing the library,} At least she would have the idea to supply me books as quiet company. For that, I suppose the illusion is welcome, if only as a momentary distraction.

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Some of the company here are far louder than my library.
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Your library? Is it a figment of this enchantment?
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You must forgive my disbelief, but such a thing seems quite impossible.
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Maximilien Robespierre of the 18th century?
[also, he's totally wearing his really cool cross jacket today even if he can only colour-coordinate his clothes on instinct]
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Possibly.
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And how could that be?
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Someone be named in your honour or share a name by chance.
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Ah, you sound like a philosopher. This place might suit you if you need somewhere quiet to think.
[Sometimes it's quiet, at least...]
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Would I be correct to guess that you are from the Far East?