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Post by parazesis on Jan 30, 2008 20:50:56 GMT -5
Back at the cafe, young Kile was pacing along the back wall of the Cafe Nuvou. Actually pacing wasn't the word, more like prowling. His thoughts were running wild, from the strange woman who practically threatened the musketeers, to the conversation he'd overheard when he came into the cafe, to hidden facts no one he'd met so far had even thought to dream about. Ever since he'd come to Paris life had been nothing but one misadventure after another, it seemed to him to be the city of fools and masqueraders. "What's wrong with me lately?" Kile's head shot up from it's ducked position when the door of the cafe flew open.
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Post by parazesis on Feb 24, 2008 15:05:25 GMT -5
In marched one of the seemingly new musketeers he had seen fencing in the yard earlier. Upon seeing them his mind raced back to the strange incident. His thoughts whorled around in his head like a hurricane, with the strange woman and her note at the center. "Don't get involved," he muttered to himself, "Remember why you're here, remember your mission." even yet, his heart told him that someone in this situation needed his help.
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Post by parazesis on Jul 12, 2008 12:16:52 GMT -5
(I'm gonna post again Just so this thing doesn't die out completely)
As Kile circled thoughts in his head his concern began to gain more and more of an edge. Eventually his inclination to help won out and he marched steadily over to the young swordsmen. "Excuse me you two are musketeers right?" he knew it was an obvious question but he needed to start a conversation.
"Yeah." the one with the severed feather in his cap said, "What about it, you looking to join up or something?"
"No, not quite. I do however think I could be of some assistance to the musketeers. You see I have certain information that might be of some help." Kile pulled up a chair and leaned forward resting his forearms on the table. "Would you be so kind as to tell me where to relay this information?"
Now both of the young recruits were pulled back away from this strange person siting there with a sly smile on his face. One boy's eye began to twitch slightly before he managed to pull himself together and answer the inquirer. "Y-you need to talk to Capitan Duval, he's the one in charge."
With that Kile stood and tipped his raggedy excuse for a cap, "Thank you very much." He walked out the door of the cafe and across the street to the barracks of the musketeers. Boldly he strode through the door and down the first corridor he came to, all the while rehearsing what he would say to the Capitan in his head. Not watching where he was going he crashed right into a blond man in a musketeer uniform. "Um..hello?" Was all the man said as they each picked themselves up and dusted themselves off.
As he recollected himself Kile studied the man and his companions. The blond man was quite handsome with an intelligent air and some form of sorrow glowing dimly behind his eyes. Behind him a tall Spaniard with a jovial face was suppressing a laugh. Joining him in his smiles was a handsome Frenchman with a self assured smile These three were interesting obviously tight friends, but far outshining them in matters of interesting were the two young women in uniform. One was dark haired with a serious face, she was obviously very accustomed to acting the part of a man, she had almost made it past Kile's scrutiny. The other had mismatched eyes and white hair streaked with red, she was easier to spot, her stance and expression were more feminine, even so it would take a trained or knowing eye to spot her. Kile spoke as he finished his evaluations "Yes hello. I need to speak to Capitan Duval."
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