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[downthedrain]

I think I may have given you the wrong impression, Lord.

While I'm sure that you only meant to have me see glory and riches, I have to note that they come alongside an awful lot of pain, agony and death. And while that may appeal to some particular people, I happen to be rather fond of my own skin, and would rather keep it on me.

So perhaps if you could let your eye stray away from the destination where I'm more likely to see the end of a knife than a warm bed, I--

Well yes, Lord, I know that outside of the Arenas there is comfort to spare but I think you are rather missing the point. Perhaps you were thinking of Navarre, when you saw this place. I am a weak man, Lord, and I know that you know that this is true.

I swear by my dear mother's grave that I will do whatever you ask as long as you will send me anywhere else!

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[president_evil]

They're predators, these - 'muns.'

The more you simper, the more incited they become.

[downthedrain]

[Looks at the sky first instead of Wesker.]

He doesn't know what he's saying, Lord, don't take it personally. [And back at Wesker.]

I've always found that one gets better results with sugar, than spice. A little bargain here and there has saved my skin more than once.

[president_evil]

[He isn't impressed, or cowed, by either statement.]

There's a difference between bargaining and simply rolling over. All I see here is a fool showing his belly to the wolves.

[fryed]

[This stare. Forever.]

[downthedrain]

Ah, well, a fool I may very well be, but at least then we would have something in common.

[Just... going to head over here.]

And I know something about wolves. My best friend was a wolf.

Well. Sometimes.

[downthedrain]

[Starts backing away. Very slowly.]

Well met, Sir! Ah... Haha, ha... Very, ah, eloquent--

[fryed]

...This isn't funny.

[downthedrain]

I wasn't aware that was meant to entertain an audience, beyond, ah... [pointing a finger vaguely to the sky] Well. You know.

[fryed]

Okay, I get it. Joke's on me. ha-ha.

[Master of deadpan here.]

Drop the act Ferris. How did you even find those clothes?

[downthedrain]

I didn't steal them, if that's what you're implying.

[He totally stole them.]

And I don't know who you think I am, but my name is Philippe Gaston. Or, ah, some call me the Mouse.

[fryed]

The Mou-!

[Rubs his entire face with one hand.]

Look, just- no. No. This isn’t how this works. I’m not falling for this one man.

I’m not.

[downthedrain]

I swear, good sir, I'm not attempting to fool anyone.

[Because clearly he is the crazy one here. Yeah. Okay.]

Just trying to go about my business in a way that involves as few deaths as possible.

omgomgomgomg.

[whitescalesbigmouth]

Not entirely sure what's gotten my mun so happy but apparently she's glad you're around for some reason.

[Says the girl with the somewhat Isabeau esque haircut.]

[downthedrain]

Well, I can't say that's a common reaction, but I also can't say I'm sorry for it.

I'm extremely happy that I am around as well. You know. In the general sense.

[whitescalesbigmouth]

[She cracks another smile and extends her hand.] I'm Saft or Nivalis if you like...

I guess it really doesn't matter what you call me at this point.

[downthedrain]

[He glances at it and then cautiously takes it and gives a quick shake.]

Saft, then. My name is Philippe Gaston, and you can call me either, or neither, if you like. There are also those who call me the Mouse.

[whitescalesbigmouth]

You certainly don't look like a mouse.

How'd you get that name?

[downthedrain]

Ah, well. It is not a name I gained with my looks, no.

[But oh boy, story time!]

The first time they called me the Mouse, though, I was only about yay high - [He gestures somewhere at his thigh]. You see, I was extremely hungry, and very wet, so I broke into a Lord's mansion and lived in his walls for six months. I survived by stealing food from the kitchens. Every night I would sneak down and find the cook laying in a chair, snoring away, a piece of cheese under his arm. Right from under his nose, I would take the cheese (and a bit of bread of course), and every morning the cook would find missing food he would scream a curse for the mouse who had stolen it.

[The real question is exactly how much of that story is in any way true.]

[whitescalesbigmouth]

[True or not. It certainly is a good story, one Saft can definitely get behind and probably believes due to having to make ends meet for herself not too long ago before she finally found a place she could call home and not have to fend for herself in such a manner ever again.]

Well at least a mouse isn't too bad a thing to be referred to.

See, knowing you're here my mun's having a major spazz out, there's apparently another oen of these "movie" things she's very fond of to do with goblns and unicorns and this huge red guy... it's making her possibly think about sticking someone from that up in her headspace.

[downthedrain]

[Philippe begins to look more and more confused, and then his eyebrows start to raise.]

Goblins and-- unicorns, you say? I, ah-- I really can't say I have any idea what you could be referring to.

I've had enough magic to last me a hundred life times, to tell you the truth, let alone more from a - [what was that word again?] movie in.. headspace...

[Just so very confused.]