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Post by Ezriel on Nov 24, 2007 10:37:24 GMT -5
((Oh be quiet. *sporfle*))
*He frowned, very confused.*
"You speak of my brother... is he here as well?"
((Do you want her to think he'sdelusional and take pity on him?))
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Post by Scarlett Booth on Nov 24, 2007 15:05:50 GMT -5
((That was BEAUTIFUL. *applauds*))
*She cocked her head slightly.* Your brother, monsieur?
((And yeah, she's just going to think he's delusional.))
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Post by Ezriel on Nov 24, 2007 16:58:08 GMT -5
"My brother Paris. Paris of Troy, Judge of the Golden Apple. I sense that you don't know of whom I'm speaking... do you know if there's anyone who might know me and therefore restore me to the Army? Or at least my homeland?"
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Post by Scarlett Booth on Nov 24, 2007 21:41:47 GMT -5
*Perhaps he had hit his head or something.* Monsieur, are you quite certain you're alright?
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Post by Ezriel on Nov 25, 2007 10:17:33 GMT -5
"Yes, maiden, I am quite fine. Why do you keep asking?"
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Post by Christina Dayie on Nov 25, 2007 11:29:55 GMT -5
*Christina hurried in and found the madman talking to a rich young lady. Fearing for her safety she rushed up to her.*
"Please excuse me Miss, but I do think he is quite mad."
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Post by Ezriel on Nov 25, 2007 11:31:33 GMT -5
*He groaned.*
"Why does everyone think I'm mad? I am not mad, maiden. I am a man who has been quite misplaced. If you could provide me with a map of Greece in relation to this place, I'd be on my way again."
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Post by Christina Dayie on Nov 25, 2007 11:33:42 GMT -5
*Christina frowned.*
"Greece?, why didn't you say so!."
*She pointed to a painting of the world which was (luckily) hung on the wall.*
"Greece, Sir."
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Post by Ezriel on Nov 25, 2007 11:36:13 GMT -5
*He frowned, not recognizing half of what was on it, but then he spotted Greece and Troy and didn't like that it was called Turkey.*
*He traced his hands along the map and tried to figure a route from this "Paris" place back to Troy. The citadel, Ilium, didn't exist on this map. This greatly confused him.*
"Maiden, do you know why Troy is not on this map?" *He asked, turning to Christina.*
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Post by Christina Dayie on Nov 25, 2007 11:37:57 GMT -5
*Christina blinked.*
"I believe Troy was destroyed."
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Post by Ezriel on Nov 25, 2007 11:41:20 GMT -5
*He stared at her, mouth agape.*
"Destroyed? Destroyed? How is that possible, our walls haven't been breached for... unless... unless this is some kind of twisted future... oh Gods..." *He groaned.* "You see, I am Hector of Troy, son of Priam and Tamer of Horses. This news upsets me greatly."
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Post by Ezriel on Nov 25, 2007 12:25:03 GMT -5
*He scrutinized the map again, before turning to them both.*
"I must be off, maidens, to see someone. May the Gods watch over you." *He said, turning on his heel and walking out.*
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Post by Christina Dayie on Nov 25, 2007 12:42:48 GMT -5
*Christine rubbed her forehead.*
"Did that really happen?"
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Post by Scarlett Booth on Nov 25, 2007 14:13:44 GMT -5
*She stared after Hector, totally confused.* I think it did...
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Post by Christina Dayie on Nov 25, 2007 15:46:25 GMT -5
*Christina shook her head.*
"Forgive me Miss, I just wanted to make sure that he didn't harm you."
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