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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[poeticverses]

Because my friends enjoy proving one another wrong almost as much as fighting for the people. No one would have been able to resist.

[fotia]

Of course they'd say that gods don't really exist, though, unless they're demigods themselves. And even then, I'm not really sure they'd go telling you about their godly parents.

[poeticverses]

I--never mind.

[You hurt his brain]

Are you a demigod, then?

[fotia]

[ there's an evident pause, because he's not actually up to telling random french boys about his parents, or how his mother died and how it still hurts, and how his father sucks and how he never feels that he belongs anywhere.

But he quickly puts on a cheery smile when he catches himself stalling ]

Maybe I am? [ and a bit overdramatically ] But why would you care, though? You don't believe in the existence of gods or demigods.

[poeticverses]

I never said that. I said I studied the Classics and discuss the gods.

[fotia]

Alright, cool then! I'm not big on Classics, but we can totally discuss gods. Want to know who's a jerk and who isn't?

[ a pause! ] Do I have to translate that for you? Because I'm not sure you got all that.

[poeticverses]

I, ah, understood the gist. I'm more interested in the myths, however.

[fotia]

Good! You adapt quickly, young padawan.

[lmao doesn't actually bother explaining the reference and goes on to say:]

What about the myths do you know?

[poeticverses]

Enough, I suppose. About Apollo and wise Athena and Hercules and all the rest.

[fotia]

Hercules. [ he rolls his eyes at that ] He's not as cool as you'd expect, really. He's super cranky, and he almost tried to kill me and my friends, too.

[ LMAO it's getting terribly hard to tell if he's kidding or not...]

I am so sorry for spamming this icon but it really fits here XD

[poeticverses]

He--what?

Lmfao it really does tho i am so sorry for all the confusions jehan

[fotia]

I know, man. Crazy. But my friend managed to stop him by burying him in food, so that sort of made up for the whole almost-getting-killed thing.

[poeticverses]

[More blinking]

Are you certain you're not drunk?

[fotia]

Hey, already told you I don't drink.

Do I really look drunk, though? Is it the hair? The eye-bags? It's the eye-bags, isn't it?

[because tbh he hasn't looked at himself in the mirror recently, what with trying to figure out how to design and build a machine to escape the Turtle...]

[poeticverses]

It isn't your looks, monsieur.

[It's what you're saying because seriously, the last guy he knew that babbled like this was Grantaire]

[fotia]

You sure? Then what gives?

[lmfao WOW JEHAN COMPARING HIS BABBLING TO GRANTAIRE'S

R U D E]

[poeticverses]

I was shot several times and then was woken up by a woman with blue skin on the back of a turtle.

[HE'S MAKING ABOUT AS MUCH SENSE OKAY]

[fotia]

[ lmao fuck

Tbh he kind of.. Assumed something happened to him back in his 19th c world but being told up front about it is like a slap to reality, and almost makes him ask if he survived those shots but he doesn't, in the end, because he's scared of hearing that he didn't even if he barely even knows the guy.

So instead he says: ]

Not exactly a predictable thing to wake up to, huh?

[ because making light of things is his expertise, because it's easier to deal when the world is just one big joke ]

[poeticverses]

Not even for me, no.

[A pause]

I never got your name, monsieur.

[fotia]

[ good, introductions! He can deal with this just fine! ]

Leo Valdez, mechanic of sorts and dream boy of ladies the world over! All the ladies love them some Leo!

Nice to meet you, man!

[poeticverses]

[It's totally possible that this boy is a flirt, but...he's fifteen. Seriously. Not as popular as he thinks he is. No one at that age is.

But he just smiles a bit and nods]

A pleasure.

[fotia]

[ EXCUSE YOU

LEO IS TOTES POPULAR WITH ALL DA LADIES TYVM

...okay no he's a complete loser and gets dumped like there's no tomorrow sob ]

Yeah, I know.

You settling in okay?

[poeticverses]

[GRANTAIRE. THIS KID IS A SPANISH/GREEK GRANTAIRE.

Jehan nods. To be honest, he's using mostly context clues to figure out what Leo means]

As well as can be expected. Again...

[He gestures to indicate the whole "Shot dead, woke up in Turtle Asia with blue people" thing]

[fotia]

[ skejcvhd THEY WOULD GET ALONG WELL THOUGH I THINK

Also gdi trying again to ignore the 'he might have been shot dead guise' theory..!

HE GOT SHOT ON THE... ARMS. OR THE BULLETS MISSED ALL THE VITAL ORGANS. YEAH LET'S ASSUME THAT OK YOU GO LEO ]

Yeah, gotta admit you really do look like shit.

[poeticverses]

[He actually laughs just a tiny bit]

Thank you for your honesty, monsieur.