1ère mélodie | video | On est laid à Nanterre, c'est la faute à Voltaire.
[ Hey! Other people on the turtle! The screen blinks on and there's a ratty blonde boy. Familiar, no doubt--he's never at one place for too long, and he's constantly running around the city. It's likely you've seen him on the street. ]
S'Gavroche! Gotta question for yas. [ What a nice way to greet people. This had been on his mind, though. Since Cosette mentioned it, and even moreso due to the events on Atam. There's a few bruises and scrapes on his face, but his nose is looking a little purple, swelling. Possibly broken. He seems undeterred at this--or the fact that he's absolutely filthy. Actually, there's pretty much nothing in the house he logged in to the network on--he doesn't really use it at all. ]
Little inquiry, huh? Lil' bit. [ He rolls his shoulders, and for the first time he looks a little anxious. ] Y'know your worlds, yeah? I wanna talk to someone what lives in Earth, an' knows Paris. Gotta bit-- [ Okay, now you're repeating yourself, Gavroche. Try not to look so nervous! You're proud of who you are and what you did.
So, cautiously, the Gamin flashes a smile. ]
The--uh. Around June 6, there was a rebellion, yeah? 'Gainst the King. [ Absentmindedly, he touches his little rosette pin with the colours of the French flag. ]
We--they--overthrew 'im, right? An' did it follow through? Y'got a King in France?
S'Gavroche! Gotta question for yas. [ What a nice way to greet people. This had been on his mind, though. Since Cosette mentioned it, and even moreso due to the events on Atam. There's a few bruises and scrapes on his face, but his nose is looking a little purple, swelling. Possibly broken. He seems undeterred at this--or the fact that he's absolutely filthy. Actually, there's pretty much nothing in the house he logged in to the network on--he doesn't really use it at all. ]
Little inquiry, huh? Lil' bit. [ He rolls his shoulders, and for the first time he looks a little anxious. ] Y'know your worlds, yeah? I wanna talk to someone what lives in Earth, an' knows Paris. Gotta bit-- [ Okay, now you're repeating yourself, Gavroche. Try not to look so nervous! You're proud of who you are and what you did.
So, cautiously, the Gamin flashes a smile. ]
The--uh. Around June 6, there was a rebellion, yeah? 'Gainst the King. [ Absentmindedly, he touches his little rosette pin with the colours of the French flag. ]
We--they--overthrew 'im, right? An' did it follow through? Y'got a King in France?
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I am not certain we can. There appears to be something preventing us from going too far off shore.
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My poetry is anything but "sappy", gamin.
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[And understand it. He's not entirely sure how many concepts in the poetry would go over Gavroche's head]
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It would be as true a translation as I could make it. The words and phrases would be copied over into French so you could read the poem. You're very young [and wouldn't have been taught other languages anyway] and so you would have to have a translation regardless of if we were in Paris or in Keelai.
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I will begin to teach you if you truly wish to learn.
[Because they're dead and if Feuilly can learn to read and write and become involved in politics while alive, surely Gavroche can begin to learn how to read Italian or something while they're dead]
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