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[le-traitre.livejournal.com]

{Today, our mysterious Frenchman has arrived holding a glass of wine, but otherwise looks as cold and detached as usual. But for the psychics/empaths out there, he's very deeply troubled underneath that cold surface. When he speaks, it's to no one in particular--he's just sad about his bro. Quietly.}

How curious loyalty is, that it sends so many fine men to their graves, but such men are rarely remembered for their loyalty. If your loyalty lies to someone corrupt, your death shall be corrupted as well, for no one cares of loyalty then. The world of the future may be one that needs no swords, but I hope that it will not be one that needs no loyalty.

Also how pitiable it is that the one-armed knight could not come to this place. Perhaps his arm could have been saved and Brother Whitehead not had to have died.

{He takes a sip of his wine}

Ah, well. Such is the price of each of our respective loyalties.

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[oliverplus]

[a seven-year-old in mismatched clothing that is just a tad bigger than it should be wanders over to Robespierre. he's holding a rabbit in his hands and breathing hard. someone's been running around the Plane]

What's wrong...mister?

[le-traitre.livejournal.com]

{Woah, children. This situation is not child-friendly! Also Robespierre doesn't...know what to do with children...}

It is of little concern. A misunderstanding, is all.

[oliverplus]

[this child is probably too curious for his own good. also, Robespierre might recognise his Brummie accent]

Didja have a row with somebody?

[le-traitre.livejournal.com]

{He pauses, then recognizes the accent. ...Well this is weird and awkward. But can potentially divert the flow of this conversation}

Pardon me for interrupting, but... What is your name?

[oliverplus]

[giggles] You're not interrupting! I was talking to you. Well, I guess you didn't answer. It's okay even if you did have a row, you know. Everybody forgets about rows later.

I'm Ollie! What's yours?

[le-traitre.livejournal.com]

...Young Monsieur Day. How odd. I am--I am Maximilien Robespierre. It is a pleasure.

{Coolly,} But I somehow doubt that he will forget.

[oliverplus]

[gasps] How'd you know my name? Do you know Dad?

Hi Mister Robe! [frowns] Why's that?

[le-traitre.livejournal.com]

Something like that.

{how do you explain that you are responsible for getting your (former) bff's arm cut off?
right, you don't.}

We had a bad argument.

[oliverplus]

[nods as though he understands] Was it with your best mate?

[le-traitre.livejournal.com]

Not anymore. We had an argument many months ago that ruined our friendship.

[oliverplus]

[frowns] Maybe you should make him some biscuits.

[collector]

[Braxiatel always has wine on hand. His quiet smile is a little distant.] 'If I had to choose between betraying my country and betraying my friend I hope I should have the guts to betray my country.' I believe that is the phrasing.

[le-traitre.livejournal.com]

I...do not know how to cook, young Monsieur Day.

[le-traitre.livejournal.com]

A wise phrase. Who said it?

[collector]

EM Forster. A man a few centuries after your time.

[le-traitre.livejournal.com]

The intellectual shall never die, I would hope. It would be such a waste of mankind for us to lose what separates us from beasts.

{He turns to face Braxiatel fully} If only there were such wise words on betraying both, perhaps my soul would be at ease. But my path is narrowing, so such laments cannot be afforded.

[oliverplus]

[considers that] Your mum could help? Or you could give him something else! What sorta stuff does he like?

[collector]

Well. There are other things to which one might give one's loyalty, I suppose. But complete faith is rather difficult.

[le-traitre.livejournal.com]

...Watches. But I have already given him one, which I know that he keeps.

[le-traitre.livejournal.com]

Then I suppose I am only loyal to the truth that I pursue. How unfortunate that so few understand it.

[promisedsomeone.livejournal.com]

[Asch can be cool and detached, too. He has the pieces of his maestro sword sitting around him as he polishes the blade.] What if loyalty corrupts a person?

[le-traitre.livejournal.com]

Then they are as detestable as the corrupt themselves, though there is pity for them. A noble heart is not forgotten, but corruption takes away its glamor.

[promisedsomeone.livejournal.com]

[Squeaky squeaky squeak. He pauses.] I figured. No one that stupid should be allowed to live, let alone go back to what they were doing.

[le-traitre.livejournal.com]

A harsh judgment for one so young. {He looks to the sword} Especially for one who has loyalties himself.

[promisedsomeone.livejournal.com]

Tch. [That earns Maximilien a bit of a glare, but then again that seems to be his default expression.] I may be a soldier, but my superior has become a traitor to his own country and the world at large. [He doesn't know what Van is planning on a grand scale yet, but he /knows/ it can't be good.] My loyalties went out the window the moment I figured that out.