Canon is Quills, game is lastvoyages

[impure_tale]

I would like to know, kumquat, what it is that confuses you about my decision to speak with Dr. Crane. Are you not as restless as I? Clearly not. It is not you who are denied a bedmate, you contemplating the possibility that you might be, for once, a bird sorely missing his cage.

[A heavy roll of his eyes]

To think not four years ago, was it? That I mocked a rival for much the same ailment. A man lacking his senses might call that serendipity? Fate? All nonsense.

Perhaps you are not so easily shaken by the departure of these actors upon the stage, such as they are, but please remember that for one of us this is all quite painfully real.

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[forgodandfrance]

They do seem to delight in taking those from us who mean the most.

[impure_tale]

Too true, cheri.

[forgodandfrance]

You have truly been in that place for so long?

[impure_tale]

It is not so unpleasant. I could think of much unhappier afterlives, if there was to be one at all.

As a vehement atheist, I am pleasantly surprised.

[forgodandfrance]

[ a small tilt of her head. ]

How is it, if I may ask, Monsieur, that you chose to become an.. an atheist?

[ it's genuine curiousity-- though jeanne finds it impossible not to believe, herself, she understands that it becomes an increasingly more popular viewpoint as time passes. ]

[impure_tale]

That is very simple: Reason demanded it. [A smile.]

[forgodandfrance]

.. Is it terribly usual in the time you come from?

[impure_tale]

Not at all, actually. A man could still easily see the inside of a jail cell for blaspheming.

[forgodandfrance]

Though I do find it shocking, myself, I cannot believe in being imprisoned for it. Especially when one's beliefs--or disbeliefs, as the case may be--are used as an excuse to be rid of troublesome elements.

[impure_tale]

Then you have sense that I do not often attribute to people at large, cheri. I am therefore grateful for the opportunity to speak with you.

[forgodandfrance]

Well.. I was burned at the stake by the English, myself, Monsieur, so I do somewhat understand the notion.

[ a pause, offering a polite nod. ] You may call me Jeanne should you so wish.

[impure_tale]

Such barbarity, and I would say I expect as much from the English, but I have not had so fine a sampling of my countrymen, either.

My condolences, Mademoiselle.

In my current abode, most know me simply as the Marquis.

[forgodandfrance]

I was lucky to fight alongside great men, and I did what I set out to do. I have no regrets.

It is a pleasure to meet you, Marquis.

[daryld]

Kumquat?

[impure_tale]

[As though it were an address to him and not a question.] Yes?

[daryld]

That just seems like a weird name t' call someone.

[impure_tale]

It is but a name. Should I choose something sweeter, perhaps?

[daryld]

Guessin' you can call your mun whatever y'like.

[impure_tale]

She tends to expect that of me.

[daryld]

Yeah... My mun won't tell me who you are but they used to play with yours in that there game.

Thought it'd be funny to throw me your way. Or to say 'hello' or somethin'.

Muns don't always make a lot o'sense.

[impure_tale]

And on occasion, they make far too much sense. And what manner of person are you, that your mundane would find so amusing with one such as myself?

A holy man? A libertine? Don't keep me in suspense, now.

[daryld]

.... A what now? I ain't no holy man.

We're just from very different worlds.

[impure_tale]

Libertine. The name implies its own meaning. A free spirit, seeker of pleasure as the highest goal, in more mundane terms.

[daryld]

I'm... a survivalist.