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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[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.

[fotia]

[ laughing is good! ]

No problem. And stop calling me "monsieur"; we're on the back of a giant turtle, not in some uptight French aristocrat's mansion or whatever. Leo's fine.

[poeticverses]

Oh, no.

[He shakes his head a bit, blushing]

That's much too familiar, at this moment.

[fotia]

Hey come on, man, it's fine. It's easy to get used to, just repeat after me:

"Hey there, oh great and awesome Leo! So great to see you still super cool, as usual!"

[poeticverses]

[A Look. That's all you get, Leo. A Look]

[fotia]

I know; I'm so amazing even I render myself speechless sometimes.

[ sorry i'm not sorry jehan ]

[poeticverses]

You are certainly an...energetic young man, Monsieur Valdez.

[Because Jehan can't be anything but polite and sweet and would never call him "crazy"]

[fotia]

Hmm... I was going for "ridiculously annoying", but energetic can do.

[ and to make him more/less comfortable, and with a short laugh ] Jehan, stop calling me monsieur, it's weird.

[poeticverses]

[He tenses just a bit--he introduced himself properly, of course, but only Les Amis (and his mother) call him by his first name and it's awkward and almost enough to get him to bristle.

But he doesn't. Still, it's too awkward to let it go unmentioned. How to phrase it...]

I prefer my last name, until I am more comfortable, if you don't mind. It isn't something personal, just a preference.

[fotia]

[ completely oblivious to your uneasiness sob ]

You mean... Prouvaire? [ he probably mangled the pronunciation ;; sorry dude ] Yeah, it's cool, whatever floats your boat!

[poeticverses]

[Thank God for obliviousness.

He does inwardly wince at the mangled pronunciation a bit, though.

It's also really hard not to ask what he means by "floats your boat" but he just knows if he asks Leo won't shut up so. He doesn't. He'll ask someone else some other time]

Thank you for your...information, Monsieur Valdez.

[fotia]

Don't mention it, Monsieur Prouvaire.

[ he keeps a straight face for like 2 seconds, then bursts into laughter i am so sorry ]

Gods, I make myself sound so stupid.

[poeticverses]

[Jehan smiles a bit. For all that Leo is weird as hell, he's cheered the man up a bit]

It was a noble effort.

[fotia]

[horray leo is doing something somewhat right..! ;o;]

"Noble", huh? I like that, makes me sound like a hero or something. Like, "Lift your eyes, my children, to the man they call Leo Valdez: he who nobly butchered the French language."