Author's Notes: To Matrix Refugee: "Lambert Meroveque/Meroveck," that's a
cool name, wish I knew/thought of that; impressive, I wouldn't have the
patience (or the nerve) to do that much research... wow.
As stated before: The Merovingian's first name is Armand, his therapist's name is "Dr. Fell" *cough* Hannibal *cough,* this takes place before Neo is born, and the current One is someone named "Armitage."
-----------------------------------------------------------
Dr. Fell jotted a few things down on his notepad. Even though less then fifteen minutes had passed, he could already tell that his patient was an incurable sociopath given to delusions of grandeur, serial unfaithfulness, violence, and, most unforgivably, he was extremely rude. This would have to be dealt with later on, perhaps during one of the good doctor's more "creative," personalized sessions, but for the moment the patient's mental health was the more pressing issue. As he perused Armand's file, he happened to glance at the man's address. Interesting...
"It says here you own a large mansion-" "Château." "-in the mountains. I assume that since you live in such a large mansion-" "Château." " *...Château,* you undoubtedly have a large staff. Do you suppose that any of them may be the cause of your undue stress?" Armand considered this question and said point-blank, "How much time do you have?" "All the time in the world, Mr. Merovingian." Armand did not catch the sarcasm and began musing out loud about his staff.
"Where do I begin? Well, I have a current staff of about 300 who live in various parts of the 'ouse, though I plan on recruiting more, of course. The rest of my minions, er, employees, are situated in various places within the City. I have a few who are my personal bodyguards, as does Persephone, though she does not have as many as me-Which is not to say that she's less protected, it is just that she chooses to have fewer bodyguards, though I cannot imagine why. Invariably, my slav- er, bodyguards mess up from time to time... Did you hear about that government building that blew up about two weeks ago, Dr. Fell?" "Yes-" "Well that wasn't them. But that 'memorable' car chase afterwards, the one that went from downtown to five miles out to sea... I swear, those two..." "Which two, who? Two of your bodyguards?" asked Dr. Fell quizzically. Armand sighed. "They are my best assas- errr, bodyguards, but they cause so much trouble sometimes I occasionally wonder whether it would be better if I... let them take an extended vacation... "
He cast a sideways glance at Dr. Fell. "Would you like to meet them?"
An evil grin from Kitusne-Chan: Muahahahaha! Cliffhanger! =^_^= The TFA (Twins' Fan-girl Army) is already crouched in attack formation (fortunately for the Twins, Kitsune-Chan has a giant net attached to a rocket gun).
As stated before: The Merovingian's first name is Armand, his therapist's name is "Dr. Fell" *cough* Hannibal *cough,* this takes place before Neo is born, and the current One is someone named "Armitage."
-----------------------------------------------------------
Dr. Fell jotted a few things down on his notepad. Even though less then fifteen minutes had passed, he could already tell that his patient was an incurable sociopath given to delusions of grandeur, serial unfaithfulness, violence, and, most unforgivably, he was extremely rude. This would have to be dealt with later on, perhaps during one of the good doctor's more "creative," personalized sessions, but for the moment the patient's mental health was the more pressing issue. As he perused Armand's file, he happened to glance at the man's address. Interesting...
"It says here you own a large mansion-" "Château." "-in the mountains. I assume that since you live in such a large mansion-" "Château." " *...Château,* you undoubtedly have a large staff. Do you suppose that any of them may be the cause of your undue stress?" Armand considered this question and said point-blank, "How much time do you have?" "All the time in the world, Mr. Merovingian." Armand did not catch the sarcasm and began musing out loud about his staff.
"Where do I begin? Well, I have a current staff of about 300 who live in various parts of the 'ouse, though I plan on recruiting more, of course. The rest of my minions, er, employees, are situated in various places within the City. I have a few who are my personal bodyguards, as does Persephone, though she does not have as many as me-Which is not to say that she's less protected, it is just that she chooses to have fewer bodyguards, though I cannot imagine why. Invariably, my slav- er, bodyguards mess up from time to time... Did you hear about that government building that blew up about two weeks ago, Dr. Fell?" "Yes-" "Well that wasn't them. But that 'memorable' car chase afterwards, the one that went from downtown to five miles out to sea... I swear, those two..." "Which two, who? Two of your bodyguards?" asked Dr. Fell quizzically. Armand sighed. "They are my best assas- errr, bodyguards, but they cause so much trouble sometimes I occasionally wonder whether it would be better if I... let them take an extended vacation... "
He cast a sideways glance at Dr. Fell. "Would you like to meet them?"
An evil grin from Kitusne-Chan: Muahahahaha! Cliffhanger! =^_^= The TFA (Twins' Fan-girl Army) is already crouched in attack formation (fortunately for the Twins, Kitsune-Chan has a giant net attached to a rocket gun).