Verse 01 - Video

[poeticverses]

[The feed opens up on a...pretty beat up redhead. Dried blood, bruises starting to form, cuts and scrapes, everything short of bullet wounds, really.

Those were healed before he woke up.

It takes a second for him to realize that he got it to start recording and he blushes a bit. Not that you can tell with all the bruising and whatnot, but. He looks like any beat-up 19th century Frenchman: dirty, bloody shirt, bloody blue waistcoat...basically, he didn't bother to clean up before figuring out this console.

When he speaks, his voice is fairly soft and he's terribly awkward, and not just because he's talking into a box]

The gentleman who brought me here said I could use this...device to contact others in the city. Does...is anyone else here from Paris? If so, are you familiar with Les Amis de l'ABC? My name is Jehan--Jean, but I prefer Jehan--Prouvaire, and I need to know if I'm the only one of us here. If I am not, could you please direct me to my friends?

[Don't ask if he wants to be alone here or not. He couldn't tell you]

I also need a doctor, please. I don't think I am in any danger of dying now, but I would rather not risk it.

Ah...thank you.


[[ooc: for those of you not familiar with French, "Jehan" does has a different sound than "Jean"]]

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[magicalpadawan]

No, but I'm still not entirely convinced it's not Faerie.

[poeticverses]

Faerie?

[magicalpadawan]

Yeah, you know, the land where all the fae live?

[poeticverses]

It's real?

[If he wasn't so exhausted he'd be bouncing almost]

[magicalpadawan]

I've been there. It's not exactly pretty.

[poeticverses]

You've--been there? To Faerie? It exists?

[magicalpadawan]

I have. It exists in my world, at least.

[poeticverses]

Truly? That's--interesting, to say the least. How accurate are the myths, then?

[magicalpadawan]

Which ones? The terrifying ones, or the ones suitable for kids?

[poeticverses]

All of them.

[magicalpadawan]

The terrifying ones are more along the right lines.

[poeticverses]

[he...actually seems a little pleased to hear that]

As far as we know, there is no Faerie in Paris, but--you are certain it exists?

[magicalpadawan]

[Oh Jehan. Somehow, we knew he would be.]

I said I've been there, didn't I?

[poeticverses]

Oh, yes, forgive me. Today has been...

[He gestures. He's too tired to find a word right now]

That is truly amazing.

[magicalpadawan]

Yeah, I remember what it was like when I got here. ...Sorry.

[A little shrug.]

I guess. I'm used to it.

[poeticverses]

Used to what, mademoiselle?

[magicalpadawan]

Oh, you know. Faerie and ....all the assorted things that come with it.

[poeticverses]

[He nods. If the stories are true, he can imagine.]

I see. And, please forgive me, I've forgotten my manners. May I ask your name, mademoiselle?

[Even tattooed(!!) and oddly colored women deserve respect! Unless they're rude first]

[magicalpadawan]

Oh, um, it's Molly. Molly Carpenter. [Have a little cheerful wave there, Jehan.]