[open, citywide network]

[pennypincher]

Okay, Conquest needs to win this round, so who wants to fight me? I'd rather fight people from Fortitude so that you don't get tortured when I beat you, but if someone from Conquest really really wants to battle I guess I won't say no.

Anyone up for a fight? I won't go easy on you!

And hey, Arthur! I got you something!

Comments

[france]

Two thousand? Perhaps about fifteen-hundred. [ Nonchalantly: ] Why would I not be serious?

[pennypincher]

Are you really that old? You don't look it. [ Your hair's not blue. ]

[france]

Merci for that, ma chère, but I am indeed as old as I claim. Would you like me to retell every moment of history I have experienced since I was but a child? [ DO. NOT. SAY. YES. ]

[pennypincher]

...nnnnot really.

So what are you? A god or a dragon or something?

[france]

Not at all. I am a country, the country of France, the descendant of Gaul and Rome, the Fifth French Republic.

[pennypincher]

Not that I've ever heard of those, but-- you're a country? You mean like a place?

[france]

...you have never heard of those? [ B-BROKEN HEART MUCH ]

Aa.... how... how could you have... [ Okay, he'll tend to his wounded pride later. ] Oui, like a place. The very soul of the grounds you walk on manifested in the form of a human being. But I am of course, not human. Stab me, and I shall bleed, but I will not die. As long as I have people behind me to support me, to exist as the Frenchmen, I shall continue to exist.

[pennypincher]

So... you are kind of like a god? [ That's how it sounds to her, anyway. ] That's mega-weird, but I guess I've seen weirder.

Is Arthur one of these countries, too?

[france]

If that is the perspective you wish to hold. But I do not believe in Gods, and therefor would not consider myself one. [ He points to her. ] I am like you: I exist, I think, and that is all I know. [ yep this is why he's teaching philosophy lord help you if you have his class ]

Oui, he is. [ except he doesn't know that the arthur he's speaking of is a vampire oh well ] He is the country of England. Bad food and big eyebrows. And a terrible temper.

[pennypincher]

Never heard of that one, either. I wonder why he didn't mention it...

[france]

How have you not heard of France and England? They are two of the most powerful nations.

[pennypincher]

I don't know, Santana said something about people being from different planets? I'm from the great and glorious ancient city of Vane, myself! That's in the Katarina Zone.

[france]

Ah, so she did. [ Sorry, he wasn't really listening when that all went down... ]

Vane? I have never heard of the ancient city of Vane. This is absurd, but I shall ask for the sake of asking: what planet do you inhabit?

[pennypincher]

Excuse you, the great and glorious ancient city of Vane. And it's called Lunar. What's yours?

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[france]

You are from the moon.

[france]

D'accord, why not? I am a human country, you are from the moon, that is fine. C'est bon, pas de soucis. [ A shrug. ] Earth.

[pennypincher]

Augh, why do people keep saying that?! [ Because it's the truth, Lemina. ] What does the name Lunar have to do with some moon?

...Earth is a really boring name for a planet.

[france]

Luna is the name of our moon. Lunar is aaa.... An adjective of sorts? Perhaps this is why we are saying this. But it might be a different Lunar, j'sais pas.

[ A laugh. ] En Français, we call it Terre. And your 'planet', if it is in fact the moon, we call it Lune. Do you think those to be better? [ CAUSE HE DOES... ]

[pennypincher]

In your language? Terre is a little less boring, but Lunar is just Lunar. [ . . . waaaait a second... if it's... hmm... ]

What color is Earth...? I mean, if you could see it from really, really far up high. Do you know?

[france]

Ah, Français is very interesting and beautiful. And Lunar is... hmm... Lunaire. Pretty, n'est-ce pas?

[ A tilt of the head and then.... oooooh, he gets what she's getting at. ] It is blue, white and green. Well, mostly blue with some green, and covered in white clouds. Does this aaa... help at all?

[pennypincher]

Yeah... That is really pretty. Is Fran-shwah what you're teaching here?

Aha... I was just thinking of something. [ Whoa. Is he from the past? Maybe she shouldn't tell him. That would just... be really mean. ] It must look really nice!

[france]

Fran-says. Et non, I am teaching existential philosophy and the anxiety of immortality versus the anxiety of mortality. [ IT'S ACTUALLY A FASCINATING SUBJECT IT JUST HAPPENS TO BE TAUGHT BY A MORON HERE :/ ]

Were you? [ Oh no. No no no. Don't try to play the innocent game here: France knows how to read people. He's compassionate, sympathetic and empathetic, and he knows when someone's holding in a secret. ] And what was this.... something you were thinking of?

[pennypincher]

Not ☆ a ♥ thing!

Philosophy and... wow, that sounds like a mega snore-fest! I hope you find some way to make it interesting.

[france]

[ this is his i don't believe you face ] Nooothing? Rien? You are certain?

[ A chuckle, and he shakes his head. ] Allow me to put it into terms I think you would prefer: I teach people that everyone is allowed their own opinions, that everyone has their own motivations, and no one else can tell you how you must live your life. To do so is criminal. Perhaps that would be of some more interest to you?

[pennypincher]

Nothing at all~! ♪

Do people really need to be taught that? That's just common sense!