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3rd POV
Somewhere in the 2nd Arrondissement two days after Bastille Day
The scene opens on a semi rundown apartment in the early morning. Police sirens can be heard miles away, all looking for a stolen car that was found two Arrondissement away. The view then pulls into the small apartment, there Nora can be seen carrying up Oliver and Hassan holding his wheel chair. They remain quiet as they head up the stairs to Hassan's apartment. While making their way up, a fat old woman was standing by the door waiting for them.
"Eh bien, regardez qui est finalement revenu. Le loyer est dû, petite merde." (Well, look who finally came back. Rent's due little shit.) The old woman cursed Hassan as she tapped her shoe.
"Ah, bonjour Mme Subercaseaux, je croyais que le loyer était dû sur le coup de minuit aujourd'hui… pas au lever du soleil." (Ah, hello Ms. Subercaseaux, I believed the Rent was due at the stroke of midnight today… not at sunrise.) Hassan clarified as he set's the wheel chair down.
"Sémantique M. Detemple. Je veux mon loyer en main immédiatement." (Semantics Mr. Detemple. I want my rent in hand immediately.) The woman demanded before noticing Nora and Oliver standing behind him. "Et qu'est-ce que je t'ai dit sur les filles! Je m'en fiche s'ils amènent leurs enfants pas de promeneurs." (And what did I told you about girls! I don't care if they bring their children no street walkers.)
"Heh, c'était une fois Mme Subercaseaux. Et je te rassure qu'elle n'est pas une prostituée." (Heh, that was one time Ms. Subercaseaux. And I reassure you that she isn't a prostitute.) Hassan said with a chuckle, earning an annoyed glance from Nora. After a brief chuckle he reaches into his wallet and hands her a fat wad of Francs. "C'est une amie qui a traversé des problèmes… troublants et qui a besoin d'une journée de repos." (She's a friend whom went through some… troubling issues and need a day to rest.)
"Euh hein. Écoute, je me fiche de ce que tu fais pendant ton temps libre. Mais je jure que j'entends des grincements ou des gémissements, toi, demi-visage, et l'infirme peut trouver un nouveau logement ailleurs. Suis-je compris?" (Uh huh. Look, I don't care what you do in your free time. But I swear I hear any squeaking or moaning, you, half-face, and the cripple can find new lodging elsewhere. Am I understood?) The land lady warned as she counted the Franks. Nora gave the woman an annoyed glance but Hassan hurried her into his apartment quickly.
"Je sais je sais. Ce n'est que pour une nuit, et elle a déjà un petit ami tel quel. Même moi, j'ai des normes, vieux couguar." (I know, I know. It's only for one night, and she already has a boyfriend as is. Even I have standards you old cougar.) Hassan remarks earning a dagger glare from the land lady as he closes the door behind him. He turns around to see Nora giving him an annoyed look. With a cheeky smile he addressed her. "Heh, c'était Mme Élodie Subercaseaux. Une vraie charmeuse qu'elle est… maintenant, euh, tu parles d'un lit pour le petit Ollie ici?" (Heh, that was Ms. Élodie Subercaseaux. Real charmer she is… now um you mention a bed for little Ollie here?)
Nora gives a nod and Hassan lead them to it. The apartment was quite small, housing only two rooms with a cheap door between them. Littering the ground was a few things Hassan had stolen over the weeks, with the oldest thing being a fancy looking box that was covered in dust. Inside the other room was a two single cheap bed put together to make a king size. He pushes aside some junk from off the side of the bed, and discreetly push a box of suggestive photo's under the bed before patting it.
"Bon, ce n'est pas grand-chose mais ça devra faire l'affaire. Vous pensez que ce sera confortable pour l'enfant?" (Well, it isn't much but this will have to do. Think this will be comfortable for the kid?) Hassan asked.
"Ouais… bien que je vais lui donner un bain la première chance que j'ai." (Yeah… though I'm going to give him a bath first chance I get.) Nora remarks in slight discuss as she noticed a stray pair of women's undergarments left behind.
Hassan gives a small nervous chuckle. He wasn't expecting guest, much less one with a kid. Giving a nod he went back into the other room, leaving Nora with Oliver. After he close the door, Nora proceeds to tuck Oliver in. She made sure that he was comfortable before walking away. However, she felt him quickly reaching out to her. Holding her hand, he pleads with her not to go.
"Ne pars pas… et si ce… monstre venait nous chercher?" (Don't leave… what if that… monster comes for us?) Oliver pleads with a disturbed stare plastered on his face.
"Oh, il ne le fera pas, je promets que cette chose ne peut pas parcourir cinq pouces et encore moins cinq milles sans que je me casse les jambes." (Oh he won't, I promise that thing can't come five inches let alone five miles without me breaking it's legs.) Nora said calmy.
"Mais cette chose n'avait pas de jambes… ou du moins visibles." (But that thing didn't had legs… or at least visible one's.) Oliver remarks.
"Mais cette choisie n'avait pas de jambes… ou du moins visibles." (Well… guess I'll go for the next best thing.) Nora said with a shrug before patting Oliver's head. "Quoi qu'il en soit, vous n'avez rien à craindre… à l'exception des monstres géants en gaufres. Si cela se produit, c'est votre propre cause, c'est aussi terrifiant que ridicule." (Regardless, you have nothing to fear… except for giant waffle monsters. If that happens you're on you own cause that is just terrifying as it ridiculous.)
This remark helped settle Oliver from his panicked state. He let's out a small chuckle to which Nora gives him a comforting smile as she re-tucks him in. She then waves him off as exhaustion overtakes Oliver. However he adamantly holds onto the camera from before like a child holds onto a teddy bear.
In the other room, Nora sat down on the couch. Exhausted from the night she had, she was about to nod off when she felt something hot in front of her. Looking down she see's Hassan holding out a mug of expensive tea... that he stole. Nora looked down at the mug before looking back up. Seeing the look on his face she gave a small sigh before reluctantly taking the mug from him. Hassan takes a seat next to her, and Nora struggled to sip from her mug. After burning her tongue, she spoke.
"Alors… tu veux savoir pour hier soir?" (So… you want to know about last night?) Nora asked as she twirls her tea.
"Oui. J'ai rencontré beaucoup de filles mais aucune n'a une étincelle comme toi." (Yes. I've met many girls but none have a spark like you.) Hassan joked to lighten the mood.
"Heh, bon sang… mais ne me pense pas plus qu'un ami, et juste un ami." (Heh, damn right… though don't think me more than a friend, and just a friend.) Nora remarks.
"Hmm, bien mais ça ne m'empêche pas d'imaginer." (Hmm, fine but that don't stop me from imagining.) Hassan said with a smug look as he picture's Nora in a skimpier attire. That suggestive imagery was popped by that Nora whom covered herself before grabbing a pair of scissors from the side with her free hand.
"Peut-être mais peux-tu faire ça quand je ne suis pas là." (Maybe but can you do that when I'm not here.) Nora reprimands.
"Ah mais sans toi ni photo en couleur comment j'imagine." (Ah but without you or a colored photo how am I to imagine.) Hassan replies cheekily.
"Wow, mec, je suis content que tu n'aies pas Dust Search ou Internet." (Wow, boy am I glad you don't have Dust Search, or the internet.) Nora said under her breath confusing Hassan.
"l'Internet?" (Internet?) Hassan asked with a confused look on his face.
"Sigh, peu importe. Sauvegardez simplement toutes les questions jusqu'à la fin. Bien?" (Sigh, never mind. Just, save any and all questions till the end. Alright?) Nora continued before struggling to take a sip from her drink.
"D'accord… mais soyez bref… à moins qu'il s'agisse d'un club burlesque. Dans ce cas soyez très détaillé." (Alright… but keep it brief… unless it involves a Burlesque club. In that case be very detailed.) Hassan remarks.
"…Ça ne… pervertit pas." (…It doesn't… pervert.) Nora remarks with a frow. They nearly died, horrible, and this guy is picturing her in her undergarments… hopefully.
Hassan simply shrugs before remarking, "Hé, c'est comme ça que je me débrouille quand je vois un monstre impie déchirer en lambeaux un groupe de gars qui pointaient leurs armes sur moi… avant d'essayer de me faire la même chose. Maintenant, à propos de ce monde." (Hey, it's how I cope when seeing an ungodly monster ripping to shreds a bunch of guys who were just pointing their guns at me… before trying to do the same to me. Now, about this world.)
Nora gives him a stern look before giving a small sigh. She then goes into full detail about how she is not from Earth, but a planet called Remnant. A world under a broken moon. Detailing her life before, how her mother abandoned her when monstrosities referred to as Grimm attacked. Wandering from town to town before being saved by her beloved Renny. She then detailed her life during Beacon, getting side track with little stories about her time in Beacon and the adventures she had with her team. After detailing multiple adventures, she then got to how the school burn to the ground. Many students, visitors, and friends died in the attack. She traveled with another friend and the remnants of her team to a City named Mistrial, where she reconnected with more of her friends and a dead headmaster who reincarnate into a cute little boy's body. They stopped a terrorist attack before traveling to Atlas to keep a magical lamp safe from a witch. She then told a lengthy story of spending time with one of her friends sister house. After battling a giant mechanize beast, followed by an oversize dinosaur they flew to an ice kingdom but then something happen. They found themselves in another ice ruin, where she and her friends were chased by a monster of undescribed size. She was pushed into a sarcophagus to which she couldn't break out of. She was then rescued by Jobert, who saved her from mummy's, half human monstrosities, and a ghost that nearly sucked her soul out. Course came the tragedy in which she lost half her face, and she ends the story with her leaving for Paris.
After a lengthy explanation Hassan was completely quiet. He didn't know how to react which was a first for this cheeky lad. After a few moments, he finally spoke in an unsure tone. "Alors… vous venez d'un autre monde… un monde où les gens se nomment d'après les couleurs… et certains ont des caractéristiques animales… aussi des super pouvoirs qui diffèrent d'une personne à l'autre." (So… your from another world… a world where people name themselves after colors… and some have animal features… also super powers that differ per person.)
"Essentiellement. Mine étant renforcée par l'électricité." (Essentially. Mine being enhanced strength through electricity.) Nora remarks
"Et vous l'avez découvert après avoir été accidentellement touché par la foudre." (And you found out after accidently being hit by lightning.) Hassan remarks.
"J'ai de la chance." (Lucky me.) Nora chirped. Hassan then goes quiet for a few moments before standing up. He heads to the door and put's on a coat and hat, as he does Nora asked; "Où allez-vous?" (Where are you going?)
"Un bar à proximité que je connais. J'ai besoin d'un moment pour traiter ça. Dans l'autre monde, les dieux sont de véritables manigances de super-pouvoirs." (A nearby bar I know. I need a moment to process this. Other world, god's are real, supper power shenanigans.) Hassan said as he put's on his coat. "Aussi, cela pourrait être le moment de vous reposer un peu… dieu sait que nous en avons tous les deux besoin." (Also, this could be a time to give you some rest… god knows we both need it.)
He then heads out of the room before Nora could rebuttal. She remains quiet for a few moments before looking out the window. The sun was now hanging over the buildings, turning to a nearby clock she realized that it was half past ten. He was right, about getting sleep. The moment she stood up, she felt the exhaustion hitting her like a run away train. She made her way back to the bedroom. There Oliver slept soundly holding onto a camera. She gives a small smile as she made her way to the bed, however upon passing by a broken mirror she saw her chipped mask. She slowly removes it from her wired glasses. As she does, her hair falls forward, covering a huge chunk of her face. However in the mirror she can still see the teeth despite her mouth being closed. Not wanting Oliver to see this… she looked around before spotting a medical pouch in a bathroom. She quickly went to it before pulling out some guaze. She then proceeds to wrap the bandages around her horribly scared face. Once covered she moved to the bed side before slipping in next to Oliver.
She plant's a small kiss on the back of her head before falling into a deep sleep. Her mind tosses in turns before conjuring a dream. She found herself in a familiar place. The main hall, where she spent her first night at Beacon, and the ball. Speaking of which, she recognize Weiss's handywork in the gala event. As she looked around, a sudden spotlight turns on behind her. Looking over she see's her beloved Renny. Dressed in Tuxedo, and next to a small record player. He then turns it on, allowing for familiar music to play.
Play Lucienne Boyer - Le Plus Joli Rêve, for effects.
As the familiar music begins to play, he approached her before holding out his hand. She cautiously takes it, but suddenly was pulled into a slow dance. They moved about the room, with the spotlight shining down upon her. It was like something out of one of those sappy romance movies. But Nora didn't care. She felt at peace as she twirled around the empty room with her beloved.
Quand nous étions petits
Nous avons fait des songes
Adorables mensonges
Depuis longtemps partis
Dans la blancheur du lit
Où descendaient les anges,
Des musiques étranges
Nous endormaient la nuit
As the song went on, Nora felt a warmth she hadn't felt in a long time. However there was some gnawing feeling in the back of her head. As if there was something wrong. As she swayed with her beloved, something in the corner caught her eye. A small green streamer, with the same pattern as her beloved.
Mais le plus joli rêve
C'est le rêve d'amour
Que l'on fait sur la grève
À l'heure où meurt le jour
Une voix enivrante
Monte du flot berceur
Et s'unit, caressante,
À la chanson du cœur
That's when the words left behind by her beloved came to mind. 'Don't Shake the False Hand' pulling back from the tango, she was horrified to see that it wasn't Renny she was dancing with. Rather a shadowy creature dressed in Ren's Tuxedo. It gives a horrific smile as it's head stretches into a large tendril of unimaginable size. The bottom of that tendril, split's open to reveal a hideous mouth underneath. It let's out a horrific scream as it's horrific tendril wraps around Nora. Dragging her in.
Nous avons lu plus tard
Qu'on a fait dans l'Histoire
De beaux rêves de gloire
Aux plis d'un étendard
Et vous, belle, tout bas,
Rêvez cette folie
D'être toujours jolie
En ne vieillissant pas
Nora suddenly wakes up in a cold sweat, it was late at night when she awoke from her nightmare. Looking around the room she wondered if what she saw was a dream or real. However as haunting as the nightmare was, she was relieved to find no ill effect's on her. She looked around the room before noticing that Oliver wasn't in the room, rather he had disappeared. That's when she heard something from the next room. Arguing from the next room over a radio playing the same music she had dreamed.
Il est d'autres enfin
Qui, chercheurs de fortune,
Pour décrocher la lune,
Font des efforts en vain
De chimères grisés,
Leur idéal caresse
Un rêve de richesse
Jamais réalisé
As the music slowly comes to an end. She approaches the other room, unaware of her shadow matching that of the monstrous figure she had seen. She spots this in the corner of her eye, and quickly turns to see it. But all she saw was only her own shadow. Giving a shrug she went into the next room to find Oliver and Hassan arguing.
"Je te le dis, ça ne peut pas être fait." (I'm telling you, it can't be done.) Oliver argues.
"Et c'est pourquoi cela fonctionnera. Parce que personne ne s'y attendra." (And that's why it will work. Because nobody will be expecting it.) Hassan argues back
"Si, et c'est un grand Si ça va marcher." (If, and that's a big If it will work.) Oliver remarks.
"La fortune favorise l'audacieux mon ami handicapé. Côtés ça ne va être que dormir et… belle…" (Fortune favors the bold my handicap friend. Sides it's only going to be and sleeping… beauty…) Before Hassan could finish he spot's Nora stumbling out from the bedroom. "Oh, bonsoir petit gingembre. Avez-vous bien dormi? Je dois voir que tu as laissé ce masque taky derrière." (Oh, good evening little ginger. Did you sleep well? Must be seeing you left that taky mask behind.)
"Hmm, oh ouais… de quoi parlez-vous les gars?" (Hmm, oh yeah… what are you guys talking about?) Nora asked not caring seeing her face is covered.
"Eh bien, si vous devez savoir. Nous essayons d'élaborer un plan pour empêcher le Né du sang de renverser le gouvernement?" (Well, if you must know. We are trying to devise a plan to stop the Né du sang from overthrowing the government.) Oliver remarks before turning to Hassan. "Cependant, nous avons des difficultés à décider d'entrer." (However we are having difficulties on deciding to get in.)
"C'est seulement un problème parce que vous n'êtes pas d'accord avec mes méthodes." (It's only a problem because you disagree with my methods.) Hassan rebottles.
"Méthodes d'un fou!" (Methods of a mad man!) Oliver argues back.
The two then bickered before Nora having enough remarks in an annoyed tone. "Assez! Voulez-vous tous les deux me dire le plan?" (Enough! Would you both tell me the plan?)
"… amende." (… fine.) Hassan remarks before pulling out a newspaper from the ground onto the table, right beside public blue prints to the Élysée Palace. "Alors, si vous ne l'avez pas compris, les Né du sang envisagent de tuer le président de ce beau pays. Comment je ne sais pas mais j'imagine qu'en voyant comment ils mentionnent beaucoup de réunions de grosses perruques, ce serait le gala de ce soir." (So, if you didn't figure out, the Né du sang are planning to kill the president of this fine country. How I don't know but I'd figure seeing how they mention a lot of big wigs meeting, it would be tonight's gala.)
"Cela dit, nous souhaitons participer au gala, mais pour ce faire, nous devons passer la sécurité. Et nous ne parlons pas d'officiers réguliers de la loi, mais de la Légion. Tous ces décès ont fait peur à quelqu'un et donc le meilleur des meilleurs sera de garde… pas qu'ils aideront." (With that said, we wish to get into the gala but to do that we need to get past security. And we are not talking about regular officers of the law, but the Legion. All these deaths made someone scared and thus the best of the best will be guarding… not that they will help.) Oliver adds causing Nora to give a nod in agreement.
"C'est là que nous entrons dans notre désaccord. Je veux faire ça avec classe, Little Ollie veut être subtil, lent. Moi je veux faire quelque chose de vraiment exquis. Gras…" (This is where we get into our disagreement. I want to do this with class, Little Ollie wants to be subtle, slow. Me I want to do something truly exquisite. Bold…) Hassan remarks before Oliver interrupts him.
"Il veut entrer par la porte d'entrée." (He want's to enter though the front door.) Oliver interupts in an impassive tone.
"Justement, personne ne nous verra venir." (Exactly, nobody will see us coming.) Hassan said with a smug smile.
"Si vous ne l'aviez pas remarqué, Nora est une criminelle recherchée. A cause de cet inspecteur, son visage est placardé dans tout Paris. Tout le monde reconnaîtrait son visage, même si nous parvenions à le cacher… ce qui est un grand si. Les gardes auront besoin d'une pièce d'identité. Et à moins que vous ne puissiez claquer des doigts et invoquer une paire de billets envoyés des semaines à l'avance, nous n'entrerons pas. Déguisement ou pas." (If you hadn't noticed, Nora is a wanted criminal. Because of that inspector her face is plastered all over Paris. Everyone would recognize her face, even if we managed to hide it… which is a big if. The guards will require some kind of identification. And unless you can snap your fingers and summon a pair of tickets that was sent out weeks in advance, we won't be entering. Disguise or not.) Oliver complained sparking another argument between the two. As they bickered, Nora looked over the blue prints when her eye spot's something. A small balcony on the right side of palace with corridors that lead down to the main hall, allowing for the three to sneak in without being spotted.
"Hé les gars, qu'en est-il de ça?" (Hey guys, what about this?) Nora asked as she points to the corridor. "Si nous pouvons monter là-haut, nous pouvons nous déguiser en personnel et nous déplacer." (If we can get up there, we can disguise ourself as staff and move about the place.)
"Hmm, autant que je serais d'accord dans la partie, je doute que nous puissions gérer la partie de vous déguiser." (Hmm, as much as I'd agree in the part, I doubt we can manage the part of disguising you.) Oliver remarks.
"Et puis, comment diable voulez-vous qu'on monte là-haut? Si nous utilisons un crochet, le bruit attirerait l'attention de quelqu'un, et c'est trop haut pour grimper." (Also, how the hell you expect us to get up there? If we use a hook, the noise would catch someone's attention, and it's to high to climb.) Hassan adds. Nora thinks about it for a moment before noticing Hassan's Jacket, hanging from a jury rigged pole. A small smile appeared on her face as a plan came to motion. She opens her mouth to explain, but the scene goes dark.
Later that night at the Élysée Palace.
The scene then opens on the Élysée Palace. There, multiple guards of the French Forien Legion stood their ground, patrolling the outskirts of the building for any suspicious behavior. As they move about, they failed to notice a young Moroccan, being tossed up like a pebble. Landing with an underperforming fund on the balcony. As he struggles to stand, Nora quickly leaps up, using her aura to easily make the jump, grabbing the edge of the balcony before pulling herself up. On her back was Oliver, holding on tightly.
"Ugh… s'il te plaît, ne fais plus jamais ça… jamais." (Ugh… please, never do that again… ever.) Hassan remarks as he rolled over onto his stomach.
"Pas de promesses. Maintenant, passe-moi le sac de déguisements." (No promises. Now, pass me the bag of disguises.) Nora remarks as she set's Oliver down.
Hassan grumbles as he slides over a black gym bag filled with clothes. Nora quickly put's on oversize pant's that went above her chest. Oliver then sat on her shoulders and had the suspenders over his shoulder he then adorn a blazer, white tie, and to top of his disguise a blonde handlebar mustache.
"Vous avez l'air ridicules tous les deux." (You both look ridiculous.) Hassan remarks as he fixes his bow tie.
"Je ne suis pas convaincu de pouvoir y parvenir. Je veux dire que les moustaches ne sont pas un déguisement ultime." (I'm not convinced that I can pull this off. I mean mustaches are not some ultimate disguise.) Oliver said as he fixes his mustache.
"Phss bien sur ça marche. Je faisais ça tout le temps avec Runny quand j'étais gamin." (Phss, course it works. I did this all the time with Renny when I was a kid.) Nora retorts with a puff of pride as she fixed a part of the shirt so she could see.
"Uh huh, Bien sur." (Uh huh, sure.) Hassan remarks. Before this conversation could continue, a guard walked out of the glass door to smoke when he noticed the two staff members.
"Oh, êtes-vous tous les deux en pause cigarette?" (Oh, are you two on a smoke break?) The legionary asked as he pulls out a smoke.
Oliver looked over to Hassan, motioning with his eyes for him to talk. Oliver was still a kid, so Hassan could speak more clearly. Turning to the soldier, Hassan remarks; "Non, j'aidais mon grand ami ici avec son nœud papillon. Nous serons hors de votre chemin monsieur." (No, was helping my tall friend here with his bow tie. We'll be out of your way sir.)
"Très bien, en route." (Very well, on your way.) The soldier remarks as he lights up a cigarette. Hassan and subsequently Nora proceeds to walk away. However before they did the guard suddenly calls out to them. "Hé, grand monsieur." (Hey, tall Mr?)
Oliver gives a small gulp before motioning Nora to turn around. Oliver looked at the soldier who was staring at him in the eye. After a tense few moments the soldier asked, "Comment as-tu fait pour que cette moustache soit si flottante?" (How did you get that Mustache to be so Buoyant?)
"Uh…" (Uh…) Oliver struggles to come up with something when Nora whisperes the answere to him. Oliver then remarks in the best deep voice he could mustered, "Huile de noix de coco. Appliquez-le sur mes cheveux lorsque je prends un bain et maintenez-les humides lorsque je dors." (Coconut oil. Apply it to my hair when I bath and keep it moist when I sleep.)
"Hmm huile de noix de coco. Je vais devoir m'en souvenir. Merci gentiment, maintenant en route." (Hmm coconut oil. I'll have to remember that. Thank you kindly, now on your way.) The guard remarks.
Oliver gives a nod before motioning Nora to leave with Hassan. They walked through the corridors, away from public view. As they do, Nora whispers loudly trying hard to hold back the laughter, "Je t'avais dit que ça marcherait." (I told you it would work.)
"…Tais-toi." (… Shut it.) Hassan said as he pinches the bridge of his nose at how something so childish is working so flawlessly.
The two walked into the main room. Inside, the grand ball room, music plays as the crème de la crème of Paris moved about, mingling, dancing, and enjoying the complimentary food and drink. A quick glance can tell that president Doumergue. So to keep up appearances, the two split up and joined the staff. Waitering around champain and Smoked Salmon Canapés. For the most part, it was a boring event, and Nora had difficulties staying awake with the sappy music playing. However after thirty minutes, of waitering Oliver noticed something. One of the waiters, had a tattoo on his hand. The same one he noticed on the member who saw her last night. She motioned for Oliver to follow him, but was stopped… by his mother.
"Ah, tu es là je cherchais quelqu'un avec Canapés." (Ah, there you are I was looking around for someone with Canapés.) Audra remarks as she reaches for one of the small appetizers.
"Oh… um donc… euh hem, désolé Mme Carron. Aidez-vous." (Oh.. um so… eh hem, Sorry Mrs. Carron. Do help yourself.) Oliver said struggling to mask his voice. He was about to walk away when Audra grabbed him.
"Attends, comment connais-tu mon nom?" (Hold on, how do you know my name?) Audra asked as she munches on the Canapés.
"Oh, euh… j.e te reconnais. Nous ne nous sommes pas rencontrés mais j'ai vu une euh euh… photo de toi." (Oh, um… I recognize you. We haven't met but I saw a er um… photo of you.) Oliver struggled to lie. Audra stopped munching on the Canapés before giving him a suspicious glare.
"Une photo? Où puis-je vous demander avez-vous vu cette photo?" (A photo? Where may I ask you've seen this photo?) Audra asked with an annoyed look on her face.
"Pendant l'offensive de Nivelle. J'étais dans les tranchées avec pa… ton mari." (During the Nivelle Offensive. I was in the trenches with da… your husband.) Oliver lied as sweat ran down the back of his head.
Audra continued to stared Oliver down suspiciously before remarking with a sigh, "(Sigh)… Désolé, les choses ont été difficiles ces derniers temps pour moi et mon mari ces derniers temps. Mon fils, bien qu'il ne puisse pas marcher plus de deux pieds, s'est enfui de la maison hier." ((Sigh)… Sorry, things have been hard lately for me and my husband lately. My son despite not able to walk more then two feet, ran away from home yesterday.)
"Oh, je suis désolé d'apprendre que Mme." (Oh, I'm sorry to hear that Ms.) Oliver remarks as he tried to hide his sigh of relief. "Sais-tu où il aurait pu s'enfuir." (Do you know where he could have run off to?)
"Ouais, j'ai une supposition éclairée. Si vous n'aviez pas lu Le Figaro du matin, alors vous devriez être au courant de la récente évasion de la place Louis Lépine. Je prie pour qu'il n'ait pas été impliqué, mais cette fille a une mauvaise influence sur mon fils." (Yeah, I have one educated guess. If you hadn't read the morning Le Figaro, then you should know about the recent break out at the Place Louis Lépine. I pray he wasn't involved, but that girl is a bad influence on my son.) Audra remark earning Nora's attention.
"Euh, fille? Quelle fille?" (Um, girl? What girl?) Oliver asked wondering why Nora wasn't trying to get him out of this.
"Vous n'avez pas entendu parler de la maison du Monstre de la Carron, n'est-ce pas?" (You haven't heard about the Monster of the Carron house have you?) Audra said causing a ping on annoyance in Nora. "Eh bien, c'est cette petite chose que mon mari bien-aimé a ramenée d'Égypte ; et avant de demander, non mon mari ne s'est pas moqué d'elle." (Well, she's this tiny thing my beloved Husband brought back from Egypt; and before you ask, no my husband didn't fool around with her.)
"Je ñ'oserais pas supposer." (I wouldn't dare assume.) Oliver said as he's trying to get Nora to leave.
"Eh bien, il l'a ramenée chez moi en tant que garde du corps. Malgré le fait de ne pas pouvoir parler un français décent, ou le concept de manières de base. Cela m'a pris une année complète juste pour lui apprendre à arrêter de ronfler comme un ours ensanglanté. Et cela n'inclut même pas les autres griefs, détruire la plomberie trois fois par mois, gaspiller l'eau chaude, laisser ses vêtements éparpillés, manger une quantité irréaliste de crêpes et casser cinq os… par jour. Minimal… et je ne parle pas de la sienne. Je le jure, une ourse en chaleur serait plus polie et laisserait moins de poils partout où elle marche." (Well he brought her back to my home as a body guard. Despite not being able to speak decent French, or the concept of basic manners. Took me a full year just to teach her to stop snoring like a bloody bear. And that doesn't even include the other grievances, destroying the plumbing three times a month, wasting the hot water, leaving her clothes strewn about, eating an unrealistic supply of pancakes, and breaking five bones… per day. Minimal… and I'm not referring to her own. I swear, a bear in heat would be more polite and leave less hair where ever she walks.) Audra listed off causing Nora's face to go red in anger. It got so red, that Oliver could feel the heat emulating though his legs. Before Nora could do anything drastic, Audra then sighs before remarking. "(Sigh) Pourtant… tout et tout, j'ai appris à prendre soin du petit foutre. Mon mari ne m'a pas dit grand-chose de ses origines, mais il a mentionné sa mère et ceci, Lie Ren. Apparemment, sa mère l'a abandonnée dans une attaque. Un temps inconnu plus tard, elle était dans une autre attaque quand elle a été sauvée par ce garçon. Il a perdu sa famille dans l'attaque et a risqué sa vie pour sauver la sienne. Ils étaient inséparables pendant presque dix-sept ans jusqu'à ce qu'un il y a quelques années. Je m'éloigne, le fait est qu'elle agit clairement de cette façon à cause de son passé. Voulant cacher ce traumatisme sous un voile de sa personnalité. Je suis sûr que si l'on devait l'aider, comme ce Renny elle Alors je suis sûr qu'au fond de moi c'est une fille adorable... une fille adorable qui peut casser des épines comme des cure-dents. Mais une fille douce n'en reste pas moins." ((Sigh) Still… flaw's and all, I've grown to care for the little spunk. My husband hasn't told me much of her origins, but he did mention her mother and this, Lie Ren. Apparently, her mother abandoned her in an attack. An unknown amount of time later she was in another attack when she was saved by this boy. He lost his family in the attack and risked his life to save hers. They were inseparable for the better part of seventeen years until a few years ago. I digress, the point is, she clearly acts that way because of her past. Wanting to hide that trauma under a vail of this persona of hers. I'm sure if one were to assist her, like this Renny she keeps mentioning. Then I'm sure deep down she's a sweet girl... granted a sweet girl who could snap spines like toothpicks. But a sweet girl none the less."
That surprisingly hit hard for Nora. Granted this is her real self, however admittedly she wished she could have spent more time with Renny… and more then friends. As Nora slowly cools down Oliver then remarks. "C'est… une analogie intéressante de cette anomalie. Je ne savais pas que tu avais une telle invitation sur elle d'un avis professionnel." (That… is an interesting analogy of this anomaly. I was not aware you had such incite on her from a processional opinion.)
"Ah, je ne suis pas médecin. J'en sais beaucoup sur elle parce que… eh bien… même si cela me fait mal de le dire, je me vois beaucoup en elle." (Ah, I'm no doctor. I know this much about her because… well… as much as it pains me to say, I see a lot of myself in her.) Audrey remarks causing Nora to nearly stutter.
"Vraiment? Je ne vois pas du tout ça." (Really? I can't see that at all.) Oliver remarks.
"Je sais, mais je te jure si tu m'avais vu dans ma jeunesse tu serais arrivé à la même conclusion." (I know, but I swear if you had seen me in my youth you would come to the same conclusion.) Audrey remarks before noticing the lights flickering. "Oh, pardonne-moi, mais on a besoin de moi ailleurs. Restez dans les parages, mon mari arrivera dans un instant M. um… Je m'excuse, je n'ai jamais eu votre nom." (Oh, do forgive me, but I am needed elsewhere. Do stick around, my husband will be arriving momentarily Mr. um… I do apologies I never got your name.)
"Oh, pas de problème Mme Carron c'est, euh Solé. Laurent Solé." (Oh, no problem Ms. Carron it's, um Solé. Laurent Solé.) Oliver lied.
"Eh bien, M. Solé. Ce fut un plaisir." (Well, Mr. Solé. It was a pleasure.) Audrey said before walking away, unaware that she was talking with her son. And Nora being within ear shot.
"Huh, Je ne m'attendais pas à ce que ma mère se compare à toi." (Huh, I'd never expected my mother to compare herself to you.) Oliver remarks.
"Hmm, Ouais… nous devrions probablement aller trouver ce serveur maintenant." (Hmm, Yeah… we should probably go find that waiter now.) Nora whispers in slight disbelief before turning around to head towards the kitchen.
As she enters the kitchen, the view cuts to the front entrance. The crowd gathers to see the attendance of the President. A few moments, two Legion soldiers moved to the front before opening the door. Outside a series of flashes went off, as two men with their arm guards moving up the rear. One was Jobert, dressed in a black tux with all his medals pined to his suit. The other, president of the third republic. President Doumergue. The two waved to the flashing crowed before the door close behind them. President Doumergue then gives Jobert a friendly handshake before moving towards the stairs. Jobert took a moment to look around before spotting his wife in the crowd. He moved towards her as Doumergue gets prepared to give a speech.
"Bonjour bien-aimé, profitant du champion complémentaire?" (Hello beloved, enjoying the complementary champion?) Jobert said as he plants a kiss on his wifes cheek.
"Hmm À peine. Ces spectacles politiques ne sont jamais vraiment ma scène. Mais cela ne me dérange pas si vous restez à mes côtés. Peut-être qu'on peut s'évader pour la soirée." (Hmm Hardly. These political spectacles are never really my scene. But I don't mind if you remain by my side. Perhaps we can get away for the evening.) Audrey remarked with a seductive smirk as she leans forward, hushing into Jobert's ear; "Peut-être une balade dans les Jardins des Champs-Élysées… seul?" (Maybe a stroll through the Champs-Élysées Garden's… alone?)
"OOOOhhh, tentant mon bien-aimé. C'est vraiment le cas. Mais je suis censé prendre un repas avec le président, donc le cœur gros je dois refuser." (OOOOhhh, tempting my beloved. Really it is. But I'm suppose to have a meal with the President, so with heavy heart I must decline.) Jobert said with a remorseful smirk. Annoyed Audrey pushes him away before taking a long sip of champain.
"Hmth… Eh bien, ça gâche l'ambiance." (Hmth… Well that ruins the mood.) Audrey remark in an annoyed hum.
"Pardonne-moi chérie mais je ne peux pas être aidé. Pourtant, je suis sûr qu'il y a beaucoup de gens présents pour vous divertir pour le moment." (Do forgive me darling but I can't be helped. Still, I'm sure there is plenty of people present to entertain you for the time being.) Jobert reassured.
"A peine… eh bien en fait j'ai rencontré ce serveur. A prétendu avoir servi avec vous sur la ligne Nivelle." (Hardly… well actually I met this one waiter. Claimed to have served with you on the Nivelle line.) Audrey remarks earning the attention of her husband.
"Oh? (Oh And who is this waiter?) Jobert asked.
"Laurent Solé." Audrey answeres, earning a confused look from Jobert.
"… qui?" (… Who?) Jobert asked.
"Laurent Solé… tu as servi avec lui?" (Laurent Solé… you served with him?) Audrey asked with a confused glance.
"Non… Je me souviens du nom de tous ceux qui ont servi sous moi. Laurent Solé n'en fait pas partie. Tu es sûr que c'est le nom de l'homme." (No… I remember the name of all those who served under me. Laurent Solé is not one of them. You sure that is the man's name.) Jobert asked with a confused tone.
"… fils de… Chérie, tiens mon verre. Je dois discuter de quelque chose avec un serveur très impoli… et bientôt silencieux." (… son of… Honey, hold my glass. I have to discuss somethings with a very rude… and soon to be quiet waiter.) Audrey said as she pushes the half-drunk glass into her husband's hand and storms off.
Jobert had no idea why she was so mad. Granted this waiter claiming to serve under him was annoying, but not worth the fuss of a confrontation. He waits in the crowed, listening to President Doumergue's speech about the accomplishments from the great war. Following his ambitions to fix the mistakes of the previous and controversial president. After giving his presidential speech he then invite his esteem guests to meet in private. Not wanting to keep him waiting, Jobert looks around for a waiter before spotting one.
"Excusez-moi, serveur. Est-ce que ça te dérange de garder ça pour ma femme ? Elle sera de retour à tout moment et facile à repérer. Probablement rouge avec un temperament." (Excuse me, Waiter. Do you mind holding this for my wife? She'll be back any moment, and easy to spot. Probably red with a temper.) Jobert request the waiter. He nods before taking it. Jobert then makes his way towards the meeting room. Unknowing that the waiter had spiked the drink when his back was turned.
Jobert along with select guest made there way to a massive dining room. There they will have a private meeting before the rest of the guest is brought in for a banquet. Upon sitting down Waiter's brought out lavish amount of wine and imported cigars for all those in attendance. As Jobert excepts the wine and smoke, A waiter quickly made his way to him just before he could take a sip from his wine.
"Excusez-moi, monsieur Carron. Je suis désolé de t'arrêter mais s'il te plaît, évite de boire." (Excuse me, Mr. Carron. I'm sorry to stop you but please refrain from drinking.) The waiter remarks.
"Excuse-moi?" (Excuse me?) Jobert asked with a confused looks as the others in the room enjoyed the expensive wine. Before he could question it any further he was handed a napkin by the waiter before another grabbed him. Pulling him aside for speaking to Jobert.
Confused, Jobert looked down at the napkin only to see that there was writing in English on it. 'There here. Pretend to drink the wine -O' Even more confused Jobert attention was pulled away from the note when the sound of glass hit the ground. Looking up, Jobert see's a few people reacting badly. Violently twitching about before collapsing. Everyone then begins to fall to the ground or back into their seats. Struggling to move. Jobert was considering getting help, but as soon as a waiter moved to help a gun shot goes off and he falls to the ground. Out of the corner, a waiter with a red hood approached the center of the room.
"Messieurs. Je vous souhaite la bienvenue à tous ce soir. Ce n'est pas souvent que cette belle république qui est la nôtre se rassemble… bien que la dernière fois vous étiez si nombreux à nous condamner à mort… vous les chiens de la bourgeoisie!" (Gentlemen. I'd welcome you all to tonight's evening. It's not often that this fine republic of ours gather… though last time there were so many you were busy sentencing us to execution… you bourgeoisie dogs!) The man remarks as he walked into the center of the room. As he does more waiters in red hoods approach from the side. Armed with various weapons. Seeing how he was out numbered, Jobert quickly goes limp, acting as he had drunk the spiked wine. As this seemed to work, the waiters helped the paralyzed men back into there seats as the ring leader continued.
"Pour ceux qui ne savent pas qui nous sommes, nous sommes le Né du sang. Et les péchés du passé vous ont enfin tous rattrapés. Maintenant, ne menacez pas car nous ne cherchons pas à vous tuer comme ça. Non, il faut vraiment souffrir." (For those who don't know who we are, we are the Né du sang. And the sin's of the past has finally caught up with you all. Now, do not threat as we are not looking to kill you like this. No, you truly need to suffer.) The leader continued as he approaches President Doumergue. He stares deep into the president's eyes. Even though he was paralyzed, the seething outrage can clearly be seen in the man's eyes. The leader then bashes the President a few times across the face with the revolver in hand. Jobert wanted to stand up and defend his president, but if he reveals his hand to early, he will be shot down. So begrudgingly he remains seated as the maniac beats the President senseless with the revolver. After a few moments the cult leader stopped to catch his breath before remarking, "Désolé, je ne suis pas du genre à m'émouvoir d'une politique… mais disons simplement que je n'ai pas de cœur pour les traîtres. Maintenant, ne vous inquiétez pas, le poison que vous avez consommé disparaîtra assez tôt. Juste assez longtemps pour que je dise que ce soir sera une correction historique, une réécriture si vous voulez bien l'imaginer. De la nuit de sang qui s'est passé il y a si longtemps." (Sorry, I'm not one to get emotional about a politics… but let's just say I have no heart for traitors. Now, don't worry that poison you have consumed will make it's way out soon enough. Just long enough for me to say that tonight will be a historical correction, a rewrite if you care to imagine. Of the night of blood that happen oh so long ago.)
He then turns to Jobert, walking over to him before pressing the pistol to his forehead. Jobert's life flashes before his eye, but he held his tongue none the less. After a few moment, the cultist pulls the revolver back before ripping off his Legion of Honor. "Je pense que je vais garder ça. Vous n'en aurez plus besoin." (I think I'll hold onto this. You won't be needing it anymore.)
He then takes a few steps back before the followers begin smashing multiple lights in the room. "Maintenant, autant que j'aimerais jubiler. Je pense qu'il est préférable que vous preniez ces derniers instants pour réfléchir. Après tout. Après ce soir… les ouvriers de Paris vont se réjouir, en emportant d'ici ce qu'il reste de vos corps." (Now, as much as I'd like to gloat. I think it's best that you take these final moments to reflect. After all. After tonight… the workers of Paris will rejoice, as they carry what remains of your bodies from here.)
He then heads to the edge of the room, where the lights were. The other cultist quickly adorn a strange light strap to there chest. The cultist leader then remarks "Une partie de moi souhaite pouvoir voir clairement quelle transaction va suivre… mais vos cris devront faire l'affaire… au revoir, chiens bourgeois." (A part of me wishes I could see what transaction next clearly… but your screams will have to do… goodbye, bourgeoisie dogs.)
Hello everybody, Wombag1786 here…
*Before Wombag could continue he falls to his knees and begin huffing in exhaustion.
… dear god that was a long chapter. Took me 5 weeks… (Sigh) God damn… Anyways. While I spare y'all the rambling of a prewritten message by Saying that by now three pages have been uploaded to my Deviant Art Account, More will be uploaded every few days, and I'm completely spend mentally. Now onto questions and comments.
From Carre: 1. Kind of… I spent the break prewriting the chapters… sadly it took longer then I thought.
2A. It's Nora… I'd be more scared if she played the Lawfully Good role.
2B. In hindsight your right, could have done something like that.
3. Yep, as of now 3 pages are up and more is on the way. (If completed, I got a friend who's voice exactly mimics what I imagine he sounds like… it gives me an idea.)
4. Thanks… god knows I need it.
Thanks For writing Carre.
From Black Cross0: Yep, three pages are uploaded and more on the way.
It's France, unless they spit in it don't trust them… on that note carry sanitizer as well.
Yeah… Can't wait to add war crimes to that list (Viva La Pancake Revolution!)
I will neither deny nor confirm Tesla's involment in the story for now. *As Wombag say's that, Tesla walks by with Maghild 2.0
Good to be back… as exhausting as it has been with this one.
Thanks For writing Black cross0.
From Crimson Weresloth: It's good to be… wait, what about an owl ma… AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH*Before Wombag could finish that sentence, the dreaded owlman grabs him from behind and pulls him into a vent screaming.
Thanks For writing Carre… I think?
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*wombag then picks himself up before dusting multiple feathers from his mutilated shoulders.
Ugh… well… that's one way to kill an owlman… anyways, thanks for reading this chapter. It took longer then I'd like but still found enjoyment in writing it. Till next week please fav and fol the story. Leave a comment or question down below… now if you excuse me… I'm going to hospital… *Wombag then drags himself to the exit, bleeding profusely from his back, which is covered in multiple claw marks.
