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[le-traitre.livejournal.com]

{In Robespierre's reality, it's been a few days, which has placed him (finally) in England. So with that small step out of many out of the way, he's finally going to confront the Plane. Or, rather, allow people to confront him if they wish about Oliver. His sword is still at his side, but looks at the eternal night sky coolly.}

It never truly becomes less magnificent and terrifying, does it? How she would love to see it. And how she would hate to see me, here.

{With that aside, he bows his head as he walks toward the library, which is basically his only hangout. He speaks more loudly than the previous sentences, reciting a Psalm from memory as he walks:}

You, O Lord, will protect us;
you will guard us from this generation forever.
On every side the wicked prowl,
as vileness is exalted among humankind...

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[bit_impossible]

[though he said he would stay in the forest waiting for Oliver, he finds himself walking out of it and remembers seeing the library. perhaps he can pick up a few books to while away his time while he waits and plots the downfall of the deathmatches.

the thing is...he almost ignores Robespierre--he doesn't look anything like the one the Doctor met all those centuries ago, so the Doctor almost walks right on by. until he hears the psalm, that is.]

I'm sorry, could you repeat that?

[le-traitre.livejournal.com]

{Robespierre stops politely, repeating the Psalm once more}

You, O Lord, will protect us;
you will guard us from this generation forever.
On every side the wicked prowl,
as vileness is exalted among humankind.

It is a Psalm, Monsieur.

[bit_impossible]

Psalm 12, correct? Or is that Psalm 13 I'm thinking of?

[le-traitre.livejournal.com]

You are correct. It is Psalm 12. "Help, LORD, for the godly are no more;the faithful have vanished from among men." It is a Psalm I thought most appropriate, considering the events which have come to play out here, as well.

{He looks toward the coliseum, then back to the Doctor}

Are you a man of faith, or one exceptionally well read?

[bit_impossible]

[he follows his gaze, his expression darkening]

Oh, the latter, but 'exceptionally' is an understatement. Am I correct in assuming your name is "Robespierre"?

[elegantthestars.livejournal.com]

[she waits until he finishes reading before speaking. it's only polite, after all]

Can I ask why?

[le-traitre.livejournal.com]

The Psalm is in reverence of one passed.

[elegantthestars.livejournal.com]

No one should have had to die.

[le-traitre.livejournal.com]

I agree. And it is unfortunate that innocent people be involved.

[elegantthestars.livejournal.com]

But you still didn't hesitate.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[sob why do my characters tend to hate yours Christy?]

You took what is mine.

[le-traitre.livejournal.com]

{BECAUSE WE HATE EACH OTHER TOO nah idk, us?}

I beg your pardon?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[I THINK WE'RE JUST AWESOME or sommat]

You killed him.

[le-traitre.livejournal.com]

Monsieur Oliver Day?

{He sets his hand on the sword at this side idly} I did.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

That is correct.

[your sword doesn't frighten her] You had no right.

[collector]

[Having caught the tail end of Robespierre's conversation with the Doctor, he steps out from the shadow of the library]

So sorry about the Doctor. He can be like that when his morals are set off.

[le-traitre.livejournal.com]

{Robespierre can't hide his surprise at the conversation behind overheard, especially because his emotional repression slipped for a moment, there. But it's gone quickly, and Robespierre bows his head}

How unfortunate that is. I know several like him.

[collector]

There's always something we can't abide to see crossed, injured, or betrayed. In his case, that's it.

[le-traitre.livejournal.com]

I understand the sentiment. Though he is not the first here to make assumptions based on my name. Madame Summerfield did so as well.

[collector]

[not even a flicker of emotion quietly?] She is an archaeologist. History is what she knows. But I noticed something... peculiar. You said your King is Louis XV, didn't you?

[bodilesswarrior.livejournal.com]

[her expression hardens as soon as she sees him, but as she approaches, her words are carefully calm] I know you didn't have many choices.

[le-traitre.livejournal.com]

Your words of consolation are appreciated, but unnecessary.

[bodilesswarrior.livejournal.com]

[dry, brittle smile] To be honest, I was trying to talk myself out of breaking your nose.

[le-traitre.livejournal.com]

You may attempt it, but I warn you against trying.

[bodilesswarrior.livejournal.com]

You'd use the same magic on me?