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maskormenace2016-10-19 07:33 pm
kryo) wrote in maskormenace2016-10-19 07:33 pm
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[ Laurent looks as he always looks when addressing the network at large - the epitome of relaxation. He has his phone wedged up against a book on the coffee table for a better vantage point, one leg bent at the knee, the other stretched out before him, an arm draped elegantly against the edge of the couch, wrist loose. As ever, it’s a very careful production. If he’s aware his last post made quite the negative impression on the people, then he doesn’t show it. In fact, his expression seems almost friendly, if a little cold. ]
I want to talk about the Porter cities. [ Not politics this time, everyone is very safe. Well, mostly] It has come to my attention that the information I had before is outdated, and what better way to fix that than to ask those who live there? Currently, I reside in Heropa. I’ve yet to be charmed by the alligators. But what of the rest? What do you like about living where you do? What do you not? Is it a safe area? Or do the vigilantes of this world rule over it? How are imPorts treated on a daily basis?
[ He could go on, but there’s a flicker in his composure when a door is opened off screen. His face instantly transforms. It loses the sharp politeness and softens, eyes warm as he regards the man who’s just walked in. This might be the first time Laurent’s smile has lost its thinness. It’s certainly the first time it has been so helplessly genuine and it makes him look younger, sweeter. Damen has that effect on him.
Damen had been busy in the kitchen, as is evident when he comes into view. He's carrying a large tray with an assortment of what looks like finger food. He's learned to use the microwave, it's called progress. His smile is as warm as Laurent's, though he manages to look confused at the same time. ]
Were you talking to someone?
Just asking questions. [ Gone too, is the frost in his tone. It might not have been noticeable in the first place, but there’s no denying it now. Laurent shifts slightly, as his lover takes the seat beside him, carefully balancing the plate before them. Without thinking he picks up a small pastry and holds it before Damen’s mouth as if in offering waiting for him to take it. There is no embarrassment in the action, no self-consciousness. In fact, this new smile is like a private joke. ]
[ Damen is fixed on Laurent, his smile amused while he accepts the little quiche. He seems to be in on the joke. He may even be about to comment on it, but then his eyes fall on the camera and he looks suddenly alarmed. ]
You are filming this?
[ Of course Laurent is filming this. Damen pushes the tray aside while Laurent turns back to the camera. ]
Yes. [ His smile is still real, but more amused now. ] How else would I speak with people? [ But he should probably get back to talking and not looking like he’s hungry for more than mini quiches, actually. He doesn’t care but people here are very small-minded. ]
Tell me anything you would have liked to know upon your own arrival in these cities, that would help greatly.
( ooc: Laurent is in blue and Damen is in red. )
I want to talk about the Porter cities. [ Not politics this time, everyone is very safe. Well, mostly] It has come to my attention that the information I had before is outdated, and what better way to fix that than to ask those who live there? Currently, I reside in Heropa. I’ve yet to be charmed by the alligators. But what of the rest? What do you like about living where you do? What do you not? Is it a safe area? Or do the vigilantes of this world rule over it? How are imPorts treated on a daily basis?
[ He could go on, but there’s a flicker in his composure when a door is opened off screen. His face instantly transforms. It loses the sharp politeness and softens, eyes warm as he regards the man who’s just walked in. This might be the first time Laurent’s smile has lost its thinness. It’s certainly the first time it has been so helplessly genuine and it makes him look younger, sweeter. Damen has that effect on him.
Damen had been busy in the kitchen, as is evident when he comes into view. He's carrying a large tray with an assortment of what looks like finger food. He's learned to use the microwave, it's called progress. His smile is as warm as Laurent's, though he manages to look confused at the same time. ]
Were you talking to someone?
Just asking questions. [ Gone too, is the frost in his tone. It might not have been noticeable in the first place, but there’s no denying it now. Laurent shifts slightly, as his lover takes the seat beside him, carefully balancing the plate before them. Without thinking he picks up a small pastry and holds it before Damen’s mouth as if in offering waiting for him to take it. There is no embarrassment in the action, no self-consciousness. In fact, this new smile is like a private joke. ]
[ Damen is fixed on Laurent, his smile amused while he accepts the little quiche. He seems to be in on the joke. He may even be about to comment on it, but then his eyes fall on the camera and he looks suddenly alarmed. ]
You are filming this?
[ Of course Laurent is filming this. Damen pushes the tray aside while Laurent turns back to the camera. ]
Yes. [ His smile is still real, but more amused now. ] How else would I speak with people? [ But he should probably get back to talking and not looking like he’s hungry for more than mini quiches, actually. He doesn’t care but people here are very small-minded. ]
Tell me anything you would have liked to know upon your own arrival in these cities, that would help greatly.
( ooc: Laurent is in blue and Damen is in red. )
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No? Why not?
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It is unlike my home. [ He's careful to say my. Damen is from somewhere equally as hot. When they're wed and he has to spend half his life there, he'll have to figure something out. ] And I do not like living with strangers.
[ He's not very ... personable. ]
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Vere is - well, the closest I can find in the history books would be France, though not of this time. [ Guess who's been terrifying librarians by reading too much and scowling? This guy. ]
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[ As soon as that's out of her mouth, she realizes it's a very impolite thing to say. She clears her throat, then says - ]
Erm - sorry. Anyway. That's nice. I hear that France is very, uhm - pretty.
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[ France can fight him, honestly. ]
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Oh, a nationalist, too.
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Does that surprise you? If I advocate for king, it makes sense I would do so for country too.
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Oh, hardly. The government and the nation are very much not the same thing.
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[ He sounds genuine, there's no imperiousness to his voice, no haughty condescension. ]
I love Vere. Somebody has to.
[ It has become a poor, broken thing under his uncle's ruling. He will help heal it. But then, he continues: ] And I would support the King in whatever campaign he required, because his kingdom has my heart.
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They are. One and the same. So...when the government is bad and abusive, the nation is bad and abusive?
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[ One day he's going to get really annoyed with Kitty Jones. ]
Do you blame a child for the faults of his father? No. But you can still love them both.
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You can. But sometimes it is not that simple. Our last ruler was a tyrant. But I did what he asked, because I owed it to my country. [ Like riding to the border, because his uncle would have used his disobedience to take away what little power he had. Like so many of his games. ]
To protect something, Miss Jones, you have to give up a part of yourself. Maybe you would prize your decency above protecting others. But I do not.
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