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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 7, 2017 4:56:25 GMT -5
Sebastian bit his lip so hard when the gunfire shook through his eardrums, his hands flying over them in some sort of attempt to block out the loud bangs, that he was actually sure that he drew some blood and it was beginning to trickle down his chin. But as soon as Ethan jumped out the window, Sebastian sighed with relief as he wiped the blood away, trying to ignore the incessant ringing in his ears from the gunshots as he grabbed for his suitcases. "W-Where do I-we g-go now?" Sebastian said to both Irene and Ethan, running a hand through his hair as he tried to prevent himself from biting his already bleeding lip again. Those Nazis would come back, no doubt with reinforcements, so whatever they did had to involve some sort of running or hiding. (Loving the new sn by the way x) Ethan smiled, revealing a couple of fake passports "I grabbed them from my room on the way out. There's one for me and one for you - we can use them to get through the borders. So I suppose that's where we go now. This whole country isn't safe anymore, but with these we should be able to get around okay, provided that we don't have any more slip ups." Irene had fallen silent, though the sounds of furious scribbling and the clicking of buttons could be heard through the earpiece, so it could be assumed that she was working hard to do...something. For all they knew she might be trying to find another good coffee shop, to be honest. Not even Ethan knew what she did when she was all quiet like that, but most of the time he just left her to it, since he did not see the harm in letting her just work
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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 7, 2017 5:05:11 GMT -5
Sebastian bit his lip so hard when the gunfire shook through his eardrums, his hands flying over them in some sort of attempt to block out the loud bangs, that he was actually sure that he drew some blood and it was beginning to trickle down his chin. But as soon as Ethan jumped out the window, Sebastian sighed with relief as he wiped the blood away, trying to ignore the incessant ringing in his ears from the gunshots as he grabbed for his suitcases. "W-Where do I-we g-go now?" Sebastian said to both Irene and Ethan, running a hand through his hair as he tried to prevent himself from biting his already bleeding lip again. Those Nazis would come back, no doubt with reinforcements, so whatever they did had to involve some sort of running or hiding. (Loving the new sn by the way x) Ethan smiled, revealing a couple of fake passports "I grabbed them from my room on the way out. There's one for me and one for you - we can use them to get through the borders. So I suppose that's where we go now. This whole country isn't safe anymore, but with these we should be able to get around okay, provided that we don't have any more slip ups." Irene had fallen silent, though the sounds of furious scribbling and the clicking of buttons could be heard through the earpiece, so it could be assumed that she was working hard to do...something. For all they knew she might be trying to find another good coffee shop, to be honest. Not even Ethan knew what she did when she was all quiet like that, but most of the time he just left her to it, since he did not see the harm in letting her just work (thanks b i feel it can go well with my profile pic xD)
Sebastian nodded, looking around the place. "I assu-assuming that t-transit not available or safe..." Sebastian noted, eyes going wide as his head shot towards his house, hearing something walking through it. "Run! Laufen!" He said, knowing that the Nazis were here and they were coming for the both of them, and quickly at that. This was absolutely terrifying, and Sebastian had no idea what to do and even if the natural instinct to get the hell out of there was even right, so he looked towards Ethan to see what he'd do.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 7, 2017 5:07:22 GMT -5
The Queen smiled and nodded, picking up a knife to start eating. "I'm glad you like it. I do, as well. It's so large, sometimes I still get lost." The fact that this was both sympathetic and bragging had been intentional, as things usually were with the Queen. She looked to Emeline, as she always did, looking for a similar statement.
Of course, Emeline had not been taught this in the same way her mother had. She was trained in a much more brutal warfare, even if she'd not been shown the actual brutality. So the first thing that came to mind was a barb thrown at her mother, and while it would have been alright at any other time, dinner was an exception. So, instead, she said, "yes, exploring it can take a while."
The Queen looked at least somewhat pleased, to Emeline's relief. The King, however, not so much. "I don't think our guest," he looked at his wife as he spoke the word, raising a single eyebrow in her direction. "Will need to go enough places to warrant getting lost, do you not agree?" He looked at the three women, daring them to argue.
"Love, why should she not see how beautiful our castle is?" Alessia asked gently. "Her parents aren't more likely to act out simply because she sees the east wing."
Emeline remained silent, shooting Adele a look that said to do the same. She knew where this was headed, but she also knew there was very little she could do about it. (Lol she's quite literally the queen of humble bragging) Adele had remained silent during this whole encounter, guided by Emeline's look. Not that she would have said anything at this point anyway. Her heart was hammering in her chest and in her throat as she stayed silent, trying to pretend that the argument wasn't happening. Were they really arguing about her? From Emeline's look, these arguments didn't usually end well. Even though Adele knew that they wouldn't dare lay a hand on her so long as her parents were in line - if they did then they would undoubtedly use it as an excuse for revolution - she was still scared. I mean, there was nothing she could do about this so she just had to sit there and let them argue, something she really didn't want to do but something which she knew she had to do if she didn't want to get into trouble and make things worse than they already were. Things were pretty bad anyway, and she certainly had no desire to make them any worse. No way. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. This was the last thing she wanted. Her first dinner here and it was already not going well. Unless this argument resolved itself soon she was in serious danger. And she'd done absolutely nothing to cause it, and there was nothing she'd be able to do to resolve it either. She hated feeling helpless, like she wasn't in control, and this was what this was. The whole idea of her coming here and been about her not being in control.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 7, 2017 5:13:40 GMT -5
(Loving the new sn by the way x) Ethan smiled, revealing a couple of fake passports "I grabbed them from my room on the way out. There's one for me and one for you - we can use them to get through the borders. So I suppose that's where we go now. This whole country isn't safe anymore, but with these we should be able to get around okay, provided that we don't have any more slip ups." Irene had fallen silent, though the sounds of furious scribbling and the clicking of buttons could be heard through the earpiece, so it could be assumed that she was working hard to do...something. For all they knew she might be trying to find another good coffee shop, to be honest. Not even Ethan knew what she did when she was all quiet like that, but most of the time he just left her to it, since he did not see the harm in letting her just work (thanks b i feel it can go well with my profile pic xD)
Sebastian nodded, looking around the place. "I assu-assuming that t-transit not available or safe..." Sebastian noted, eyes going wide as his head shot towards his house, hearing something walking through it. "Run! Laufen!" He said, knowing that the Nazis were here and they were coming for the both of them, and quickly at that. This was absolutely terrifying, and Sebastian had no idea what to do and even if the natural instinct to get the hell out of there was even right, so he looked towards Ethan to see what he'd do. "I can't hold them off again, not this time" Ethan said "We've got to move" He began to run, but he didn't move ahead of Sebastian, making sure that they were running together. He couldn't afford to lose him here, they might get separated and that could mean certain death for the both of them. They were most certainly lying better together.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Jan 7, 2017 5:25:37 GMT -5
( lol true. she's humble bragging her way through life. )
The King glared at his wife. It was clear he'd been looking for support in this case, and he'd not gotten it. Emeline knew that he loved her mother still, but at times like this, that was hard to remember. Her parents didn't fight as often as she and Leopold argued with their father, not even as often as Emeline and her brother, but they were among the most fierce when they did it. James' temper didn't mix well with his wife's ability to use her every word against him.
"Alessia," James began, his tone low and threatening. "Why are you still fighting me on this? She is a prisoner of war, no matter how you insist we must make things look for her people. For my daughter to arrive with her is a disgrace, but for my wife to actively defend her is something else."
Emeline pressed her lips together, casting worried glances between the other three sitting at the table. She knew by the way her father spoke that he'd forgotten she was there but slipping out was a foolish thing to do. She'd just have to sit through it.
"Your daughter," Alessia began. "Is spending her time with a former princess. No matter how much you hate it, if the people see that we've accepted the people of her kingdom, the transition will be easier for us all. I see no harm in her befriending our guest if she wishes, especially not when it furthers your agenda."
Emeline stopped listening at this point. It wasn't going to end with a compromise, it would end open-ended and Emeline wouldn't know what decision her father reached until she was scolded for something. There was really very little use in listening. So, all she knew was that voices were rising in pitch and volume, but she continued to eat. Finally, her father rose and stormed out, followed suit by her mother who clearly wasn't done with this discussion. Emeline sighed, looking back up at Adele.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 7, 2017 7:58:10 GMT -5
( lol true. she's humble bragging her way through life. )
The King glared at his wife. It was clear he'd been looking for support in this case, and he'd not gotten it. Emeline knew that he loved her mother still, but at times like this, that was hard to remember. Her parents didn't fight as often as she and Leopold argued with their father, not even as often as Emeline and her brother, but they were among the most fierce when they did it. James' temper didn't mix well with his wife's ability to use her every word against him.
"Alessia," James began, his tone low and threatening. "Why are you still fighting me on this? She is a prisoner of war, no matter how you insist we must make things look for her people. For my daughter to arrive with her is a disgrace, but for my wife to actively defend her is something else."
Emeline pressed her lips together, casting worried glances between the other three sitting at the table. She knew by the way her father spoke that he'd forgotten she was there but slipping out was a foolish thing to do. She'd just have to sit through it.
"Your daughter," Alessia began. "Is spending her time with a former princess. No matter how much you hate it, if the people see that we've accepted the people of her kingdom, the transition will be easier for us all. I see no harm in her befriending our guest if she wishes, especially not when it furthers your agenda."
Emeline stopped listening at this point. It wasn't going to end with a compromise, it would end open-ended and Emeline wouldn't know what decision her father reached until she was scolded for something. There was really very little use in listening. So, all she knew was that voices were rising in pitch and volume, but she continued to eat. Finally, her father rose and stormed out, followed suit by her mother who clearly wasn't done with this discussion. Emeline sighed, looking back up at Adele.
Adele had absolutely no idea what to do - they were arguing as if she wasn't there (though she supposed that to the King she might as well not be there) - and it was sort of uncomfortable. She could see that Emeline was also finding it all a little be uncomfortable, so as least she wasn't the only one. Once they'd left, she looked over at Emeline, biting her lip "Well, this has gone well" she couldn't help but say, once they were alone. It was quite amusing, really, though she guessed that the only way she could get through this was to be amused by it, because if she wasn't amused by it, she would be terrified by it. After all, who knew what conclusion they would come to? They could very well agree anything and Adele wouldn't have any idea about it. She tucked a lock of escaped dark hair behind her ear, her eyes flickering down to the table as she listened to the faint shouts. She didn't know where the King and Queen had gone to, but there was no doubt that they were arguing. And arguing very fiercely indeed. Well, this didn't exactly make a great start for Adele, but she supposed it could have gone worse. She didn't exactly do anything to start the argument, anyway, and it would have been a hundred times worse if she had. So that was something, at least. [sorry it's short again XD]
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Jan 7, 2017 9:17:13 GMT -5
Emeline chuckled, nodding. "Actually, it wasn't quite as bad as yesterday," she commented. This was true, though the night before had been abnormally bad. That was to be expected, the day before a highly debated plan was set into motion, and today hadn't surprised her either. But for Adele, who wasn't used to this, she supposed it would be something else.
"They're like that. I can get like that, too, when father and I disagree. But it's like a storm, it blows over and then everything is calm again. You get used to it." That was the thing about her family, the men especially. They got angry so quickly and were always so close to an argument, but once it blew over it was as if nothing had happened. Decisions were made and then they acted as if they'd been made decades ago.
( it's fine, mine's short, too. )
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 7, 2017 9:24:10 GMT -5
"Ah, okay. I'm sure I'll get used to it - it'll be fine" Adele replied. I mean, she'd have to get used to it sooner or later, and the sooner the better, so she might as well start trying to get used to it now, mightn't she?
I mean, this also wasn't so different from her home, apart from these arguments were usually between Adele and Matilda, and not between their parents, so this wasn't quite what she'd been expecting. But whatever, none of this had been what she had been expecting, so she figured that it wasn't that bad.
"So do you think they'll keep arguing, then, or not?" she asked. She didn't want to pry, but if there was any small detail that might help her work out what was going on, whether they were going to do anything, that would be very helpful for her.
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Post by liz on Jan 7, 2017 9:57:45 GMT -5
(She is trying to ease the pain for herself. By distancing him from her she thinks it will make her marriage to another man be less painful)
Dear Mr. Peake,
I have some splendid news for you, although you mustn't tell a soul. Lafayette was able to convince France to send more weapons and ships to America's aid, in fact they are to arrive in two days time. It seems the balance has shifted and we will win the war, thanks to the French. Thomas is ecstatic, he had come home in order to tell this to General Washington who is quite pleased with him. Of course, this means that Thomas must now return to his post in France and I am to accompany him. I'm quite excited to go, the farthest from home I've ever been is Virginia. But I'll be sure to write in hopes of hearing how the war is going.
All the Best, Eleanor Thompson
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 7, 2017 10:03:27 GMT -5
[This is so sad]
Dear Miss Thompson,
The battle is won! Monsieur Lafayette's aid may very well have saved our lives - it would have been a massacre if it weren't for the extra aid. You must thank him from me when you see him. The British surrendered but it was a very long fight, I have to admit.
I have sustained some injuries that must be tended to before I can return home, unfortunately, but I shall be back in New York before long, all going well. I expect that you won't be there but do keep me updated on yourself and Thomas, and I do hope to see you soon.
All the best, Isaac Peake
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Post by liz on Jan 7, 2017 10:25:06 GMT -5
Bonjour Monsieur Peake,
Thomas has been teaching me French. We've been in France for almost three weeks now. The people here are lovely, although they have quite a temper at times. I've been helping the French people begin a revolution of their own, Thomas has me proofread his writings and has even let me add a few changes and additions of my own. We are to return soon, General Washington is to lead and has requested that Thomas returns to America. Of course, we still have a few days here and Thomas has promised me that we will go sightseeing before our departure. He is very kind to me, he even agrees that he should have written women in the Declaration of Independence. I'll no doubtably compel him to write a sequel. Well, I must be off, we've been invited to attend a gala to celebrate America's victory of the Brits.
Glad to hear you're doing well, Eleanor Thompson
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 7, 2017 10:34:19 GMT -5
[I'mma compel him to include women in the sequel WORK]
Bonjour, Mademoiselle Thompson,
I am very pleased to hear that you are doing well. I've all but recovered and I'll be leaving for New York tomorrow morning. I hope to see you there soon. I'm going to be starting to practise law when I get back - the next step, of course, is to set up a government for the country. I'm hoping to get to be a part of that - they'll be selecting people for the Constitutional Convention soon to finalise all of this. Perhaps when Mr Jefferson has completed his term as the French ambassador he would like to also do some work in law?
I expect that General Washington will be one of those put forward for a leadership position, but it remains to be seen. I hope everything is going well for you in France.
Best wishes, Isaac Peake
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Post by liz on Jan 7, 2017 10:49:09 GMT -5
LOOK AROUND LOOK AROUND HOW LUCKY WE ARE TO BE ALIVE RIGHT NOW)
Mr. Peake,
This letter is short because I've finally returned home to New York. The time change has taken a toll and I must admit I'm quiet exhausted. Would you like to meet tomorrow? I'll be at the riverbank around noon.
~Eleanor Thompson
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 7, 2017 10:57:41 GMT -5
[HISTORY IS HAPPENING IN MANHATTAN AND WE JUST HAPPEN TO BE IN THE GREATEST CITY IN THE WORLD
Also, I'll just skip to their next meeting in that case]
It was just before noon, and Isaac was standing at the river bank, with a piece of coloured cloth in his hand. It was a little gift for Eleanor, and she would probably have no idea what it was until he gave it to her, but he was sure she'd love it.
He was relatively unscathed, and most of his injuries were hidden under clothes, save for a scar on his neck, which had already paled to silver and wasn't the angry red it had been when he had first received it. He had been lucky, really, considering that he probably would have died in that last battle if it weren't for Lafayette.
As he stood waiting for Eleanor, he was trying to push down the sadness he felt. He had been absolutely heartbroken when she had written to him to say she was marrying Thomas Jefferson, but he had tried to push it down. After all, what had he expected? She could hardly waste her time on him, and Isaac could hardly expect her to sit and wait around. Even if he got rich, he wouldn't be 'old money', the kind of people Eleanor's parents wanted her to be courting. There was nothing he could do. He wasn't born into money, and so Eleanor could never be expected to waste her time with Isaac when there were people like Thomas Jefferson asking for her hand.
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Post by liz on Jan 7, 2017 12:03:49 GMT -5
"Tom, I'm just going to see an old friend, I'll be back in time to meet General Washington and the rest of the group I promise," Eleanor said, kissing the man's cheek before climbing up onto her new horse. "Take care darling, and don't be late, Washington has been eager to meet you." Nodding, she rode off, her heart leaping at the thought of seeing Isaac again. She loved Thomas, she did, but in the sort of way close friends care for each other. Dismounting not so gracefully, Eleanor smiled widely but held herself back from leaping into his arms. "Well, it seems you haven't lost any limbs, it's been so long since I've seen you Mr. Peake I was worried that I would fail to identify your body." She said with a gentle smile, her eyes studying the man who was staring out at the river.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 7, 2017 12:08:00 GMT -5
Isaac had broken into a grin the moment he'd seen her, clearly very happy to see her "Eleanor! It's lovely to see you again." he smiled "And allow me to give you my congratulations in person on your engagement to Mr Jefferson."
There was a pause as he fished out the square of material "I brought something back for you. When we won in Virginia we took down the British flag over there, and I thought I'd cut off a piece of it for you. A piece of the first British flag to be taken down in America. It's yours"
He offered it to her, smiling. He really hoped he liked it, but if Eleanor were anything like Isaac remembered her, he could be fairly confident that she would like it.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Jan 7, 2017 12:47:55 GMT -5
Emeline nodded, turning back to her food. She wasn't going to go hungry just because her parents had left theirs. She was sure she could call for some later if she'd like it, but it was a shame to let dinner go to waste. She nodded to Adele's plate, letting her know that it was alright for her to eat, too.
"They'll keep arguing," she said with a small smile. "They'll stop when Mother makes a point father won't be able to fight back on, or when Father gets too upset to do anything but turn crimson. As for what they decide, I'm not sure. They've had this argument before, you see, and the verdict is different every time. But your room has been prepared, and even my father must see that moving you now would look bad."
She had no idea about that, really. Her father was an unpredictable man. A once brilliant man, unrivalled when it came to warfare, but an incredibly unpredictable man. He could swing either way, or not at all. He could change his mind by dawn. It was a good thing that he wasn't one to be dramatic about this - when things changed it was like they'd always been this way -or the court would be in a constant state of chaos.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 7, 2017 12:56:26 GMT -5
When Emeline gave her the nod, Adele continued to eat her food. She hadn't eaten much on the journey down, and she was starving, so she was relieved that she didn't have to let her meal go to waster or anything like that. She didn't think she would have been able to stand it if she had.
"I don't know," Adele replied "I mean, some say it's only a matter of time before my parents make a mistake anyway, so perhaps your father believes that too and doesn't see the point in treating me the same as all of you if it's only going to go to waste anyway. I don't know, but I'm sure he has his reasons for whatever opinions he has. I'm certainly not going to question them if I can help it"
To question Emeline's father would be a terrible idea, she knew, and she wasn't about to start doing it this early in her time at the palace, that was certain. No, she would just continued to try and be on her best behaviour, to try and do everything right if she could. That was all she could do, wasn't it? Try her best. Adele definitely thought so, in this situation at least.
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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 7, 2017 13:39:08 GMT -5
(thanks b i feel it can go well with my profile pic xD)
Sebastian nodded, looking around the place. "I assu-assuming that t-transit not available or safe..." Sebastian noted, eyes going wide as his head shot towards his house, hearing something walking through it. "Run! Laufen!" He said, knowing that the Nazis were here and they were coming for the both of them, and quickly at that. This was absolutely terrifying, and Sebastian had no idea what to do and even if the natural instinct to get the hell out of there was even right, so he looked towards Ethan to see what he'd do. "I can't hold them off again, not this time" Ethan said "We've got to move" He began to run, but he didn't move ahead of Sebastian, making sure that they were running together. He couldn't afford to lose him here, they might get separated and that could mean certain death for the both of them. They were most certainly lying better together. Sebastian grunted as he took one of his suitcases and threw it towards Ethan, taking the second one into his arms and bolting towards well, wherever he was going. He had no idea what the hell he was doing, but one thought echoed through his mind. Get out of there. The Nazis were coming for them, and they'll notice the open window and the footsteps trying to run away from them. Oh God, this was scary. Keeping his breathing in check to make sure he wouldn't tire out quickly, Sebastian pumped his legs as fast as they would take him, trying not to imagine the soldiers already breathing through his window and jumping out into the pathway.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 7, 2017 13:44:18 GMT -5
Ethan caught the second suitcase as they ran, legs pumping as fast as he possibly could, trying to ignore the distant shouts coming from behind them. As long as those shouts stayed distant, they would be okay.
He didn't stop running, not for a second, though his legs began to burn after a little while. He was meant for sprinting, not endurance. Not that he couldn't do endurance, of course he could - he had to, it was part of his job. It just wasn't Ethan's…natural strong suit.
Soon they were getting closer to the outskirts of the city, judging by the fact that signs began to get more sparse and there was generally just more space. Good. If they could get out of the city they would have enough time to work out where they needed to go to get to the borders. Running like this made it very easy to become disoriented.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Jan 7, 2017 14:05:11 GMT -5
When Emeline gave her the nod, Adele continued to eat her food. She hadn't eaten much on the journey down, and she was starving, so she was relieved that she didn't have to let her meal go to waster or anything like that. She didn't think she would have been able to stand it if she had. "I don't know," Adele replied "I mean, some say it's only a matter of time before my parents make a mistake anyway, so perhaps your father believes that too and doesn't see the point in treating me the same as all of you if it's only going to go to waste anyway. I don't know, but I'm sure he has his reasons for whatever opinions he has. I'm certainly not going to question them if I can help it" To question Emeline's father would be a terrible idea, she knew, and she wasn't about to start doing it this early in her time at the palace, that was certain. No, she would just continued to try and be on her best behaviour, to try and do everything right if she could. That was all she could do, wasn't it? Try her best. Adele definitely thought so, in this situation at least. "Oh, he definitely does," Emeline agreed, glancing up from her plate. "And I don't think he's acting the way he is without reason either, he's a military strategist. Of course there's a reason."
That was something else that rang true for most in this family. Even if you weren't the kind who thought things through, like in Emeline's case, or had never had the mind for strategy, like her brother, you learned. You sat for hours on end, watching and learning from others until that didn't matter. Leopold would take over the country one day, he had to sit through it. And Emeline was not allowed to be stupid, not when she was surrounded by this constantly. With the Lancasters, there was always a reason.
"If I had to guess," she said, looking back up. "He's not sure whether your presence is worth it. He decided to try this instead of executions - even those leave room for protests and revolts - because my mother suggested it, but he'll be doubting her abilities as anything but a diplomat. If your parents decide to fight back, you're worthless, and he'll have wasted funds and time. Not on you, but on your people." She shrugged. She was guessing here, going off of how she would be thinking in his position. She didn't have to make the decisions, so the stakes were so much lower for her. She had to think about it properly, and it wasn't as though James spoke of his reasoning to her often. He told her he had reasons, and that was that. She always believed him, so she never needed more.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 7, 2017 14:18:01 GMT -5
[Damnit, I'd just written out this full reply and now I lost it //facedesk//]
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Post by liz on Jan 7, 2017 14:21:25 GMT -5
Isaac had broken into a grin the moment he'd seen her, clearly very happy to see her "Eleanor! It's lovely to see you again." he smiled "And allow me to give you my congratulations in person on your engagement to Mr Jefferson." There was a pause as he fished out the square of material "I brought something back for you. When we won in Virginia we took down the British flag over there, and I thought I'd cut off a piece of it for you. A piece of the first British flag to be taken down in America. It's yours" He offered it to her, smiling. He really hoped he liked it, but if Eleanor were anything like Isaac remembered her, he could be fairly confident that she would like it. Eleanor's eyes widened and she delicately took the cloth, studying it softly. Grinning, she said gently, "I-I love it. And I brought you something as well. It's not quite as symbolic or nearly as thoughtful but.." Turning around, she reached into the saddle pouch (idk what it's called honestly oops) and pulled out an envelope. Handinf it to Isaac she said with a smile, "Thomas has been asked to be Secretary of State, and seeing as he's rather powerful now, he called in a few favors and well...you can open your own firm. If you want to, of course."
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 7, 2017 14:28:19 GMT -5
Isaac had broken into a grin the moment he'd seen her, clearly very happy to see her "Eleanor! It's lovely to see you again." he smiled "And allow me to give you my congratulations in person on your engagement to Mr Jefferson." There was a pause as he fished out the square of material "I brought something back for you. When we won in Virginia we took down the British flag over there, and I thought I'd cut off a piece of it for you. A piece of the first British flag to be taken down in America. It's yours" He offered it to her, smiling. He really hoped he liked it, but if Eleanor were anything like Isaac remembered her, he could be fairly confident that she would like it. Eleanor's eyes widened and she delicately took the cloth, studying it softly. Grinning, she said gently, "I-I love it. And I brought you something as well. It's not quite as symbolic or nearly as thoughtful but.." Turning around, she reached into the saddle pouch (idk what it's called honestly oops) and pulled out an envelope. Handinf it to Isaac she said with a smile, "Thomas has been asked to be Secretary of State, and seeing as he's rather powerful now, he called in a few favors and well...you can open your own firm. If you want to, of course." "Are you serious?" Isaac said as he took the envelope, eyes wide in surprise "Oh my God, thank you. I love it. And, of course, give Mr Jefferson my thanks too. I wasn't expecting this at all! And I don't know what you mean about this not being thoughtful - it's the nicest, most thoughtful thing anyone's done for me" He wasn't lying. Being from a poor family, Isaac hadn't ever gotten many favours, or any headstarts in anything. And here Eleanor and Thomas Jefferson were, giving him an opportunity like this!
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 7, 2017 14:35:06 GMT -5
When Emeline gave her the nod, Adele continued to eat her food. She hadn't eaten much on the journey down, and she was starving, so she was relieved that she didn't have to let her meal go to waster or anything like that. She didn't think she would have been able to stand it if she had. "I don't know," Adele replied "I mean, some say it's only a matter of time before my parents make a mistake anyway, so perhaps your father believes that too and doesn't see the point in treating me the same as all of you if it's only going to go to waste anyway. I don't know, but I'm sure he has his reasons for whatever opinions he has. I'm certainly not going to question them if I can help it" To question Emeline's father would be a terrible idea, she knew, and she wasn't about to start doing it this early in her time at the palace, that was certain. No, she would just continued to try and be on her best behaviour, to try and do everything right if she could. That was all she could do, wasn't it? Try her best. Adele definitely thought so, in this situation at least. "Oh, he definitely does," Emeline agreed, glancing up from her plate. "And I don't think he's acting the way he is without reason either, he's a military strategist. Of course there's a reason."
That was something else that rang true for most in this family. Even if you weren't the kind who thought things through, like in Emeline's case, or had never had the mind for strategy, like her brother, you learned. You sat for hours on end, watching and learning from others until that didn't matter. Leopold would take over the country one day, he had to sit through it. And Emeline was not allowed to be stupid, not when she was surrounded by this constantly. With the Lancasters, there was always a reason.
"If I had to guess," she said, looking back up. "He's not sure whether your presence is worth it. He decided to try this instead of executions - even those leave room for protests and revolts - because my mother suggested it, but he'll be doubting her abilities as anything but a diplomat. If your parents decide to fight back, you're worthless, and he'll have wasted funds and time. Not on you, but on your people." She shrugged. She was guessing here, going off of how she would be thinking in his position. She didn't have to make the decisions, so the stakes were so much lower for her. She had to think about it properly, and it wasn't as though James spoke of his reasoning to her often. He told her he had reasons, and that was that. She always believed him, so she never needed more. "That sounds about right," Adele had replied as she listened to Emeline outline what she thought her father's reasons might be "You're really good at this. I've never been particularly good at thinking like a strategist, myself. I guess I just have to hope that, whatever happens, things turn out okay" In that moment, no matter how many people seemed to be on her side, Adele couldn't help but feel profoundly alone. Nobody else would know about her situation, nobody else would understand that she was betting her life on something that was virtually sure to be a failure. But, when she considered things, she knew she had made the right decision. If she hadn't accepted, her whole family would have certainly been killed. But if she did accept, she still had a small chance of saving her family's lives, even if it was quite literally minuscule. Any chance was better than no chance at all. Even if she didn't believe for a second that she would be the only member of her family to be killed if her parents acted out. She strongly suspected that they would round up and kill the whole family anyway. But, yes, it was still a chance. Still a better chance than nothing.
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Post by liz on Jan 7, 2017 14:48:44 GMT -5
Eleanor's eyes widened and she delicately took the cloth, studying it softly. Grinning, she said gently, "I-I love it. And I brought you something as well. It's not quite as symbolic or nearly as thoughtful but.." Turning around, she reached into the saddle pouch (idk what it's called honestly oops) and pulled out an envelope. Handinf it to Isaac she said with a smile, "Thomas has been asked to be Secretary of State, and seeing as he's rather powerful now, he called in a few favors and well...you can open your own firm. If you want to, of course." "Are you serious?" Isaac said as he took the envelope, eyes wide in surprise "Oh my God, thank you. I love it. And, of course, give Mr Jefferson my thanks too. I wasn't expecting this at all! And I don't know what you mean about this not being thoughtful - it's the nicest, most thoughtful thing anyone's done for me" He wasn't lying. Being from a poor family, Isaac hadn't ever gotten many favours, or any headstarts in anything. And here Eleanor and Thomas Jefferson were, giving him an opportunity like this! "It's nothing," she said softly and she felt horrible for thinking it but it was true. Being born into a rich family meant things were dropped into you lap on a daily basis. But Isaac deserved it, hell he deserved everything. She just wished she could give it to him. "I'd invite you to thank him in person but the General is over with a few other men, I believe you may know James Madison or Alexander Hamilton. The latter has risen greatly, like yourself. I think you two would get along quite well. Madison on the other hand is a very timid man, more of a follower than a leader. They're making government decisions in my parlor, can you believe it? Tom is even going to let me sit in." Frowning slightly, she smoothed down her skirts and said, "We've been friends since I was a little girl. He's always been like an older brother to me."
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Jan 7, 2017 14:51:31 GMT -5
Emeline smiled. "When you grow up with King James for a father, you learn." Even the staff here, especially those who'd been here growing up, knew a thing or two. Truth be told, she was one of the least strategical people in this place, at least out of those that had been educated. She had no chances of ascending to the throne, at least not unless her brother passed and that wasn't something she liked to consider, so she didn't need to be.
She finished the food on her plate, and before she could gesture for it to be taken away, a server materialised to take it away. The young boy gave a deep nod as he retreated back towards the kitchen, but Emeline didn't acknowledge him past a quick glance.
"Would you mind if I asked you a question about you home?" she asked, looking curious. "What are people like there? We're all different here, but there are definitely overarching similarities. Is it like that where you come from, too?"
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 7, 2017 14:54:48 GMT -5
"I've made the acquaintance of Mr Hamilton and Mr Madison, indeed," Isaac said "Mr Hamilton is more similar to me than anyone that I can say I have met. I can't say much about Mr Madison, we haven't spoken much. I also haven't yet had the chance to have a full conversation with Mr Jefferson, but since you are marrying him I am sure that an opportunity will soon arms. Well, I do hope that the decisions go well - Mr Aaron Burr has been keeping a close eye on Mr Hamilton and I do believe there are tensions bubbling forth between those two."
Indeed, he couldn't understand how Hamilton and Burr considered themselves friends, considering that neither seemed to particularly like the other. But he supposed they had their reasons.
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Post by Heather Chandler on Jan 7, 2017 15:03:56 GMT -5
( Hello! Could I claim the "A Little Fall of Rain" plot? Also, would it be okay if I roleplayed Muse A? If not, Muse B is fine with me. )
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 7, 2017 15:05:24 GMT -5
Emeline smiled. "When you grow up with King James for a father, you learn." Even the staff here, especially those who'd been here growing up, knew a thing or two. Truth be told, she was one of the least strategical people in this place, at least out of those that had been educated. She had no chances of ascending to the throne, at least not unless her brother passed and that wasn't something she liked to consider, so she didn't need to be.
She finished the food on her plate, and before she could gesture for it to be taken away, a server materialised to take it away. The young boy gave a deep nod as he retreated back towards the kitchen, but Emeline didn't acknowledge him past a quick glance.
"Would you mind if I asked you a question about you home?" she asked, looking curious. "What are people like there? We're all different here, but there are definitely overarching similarities. Is it like that where you come from, too?" "The people at home?" Adele asked "Well, yes, we are like that. We tend to think quite similarly to your people, but we are less strategic, I think. We are analysers, but I wouldn't call us particularly aggressive. I suppose that's why we don't make very good strategists in general. I mean, it's are to explain us, but I would say that we do all seem to have similarities. I think it's just that our cultures encourage people to think in certain ways" She too finished her food, and her food was taken away moments later. It was kind of interesting, sitting here,, chatting about what each other's people were like. It didn't seem like they were all that different, which Adele suspected would be useful for her people, who had a whole new society to integrate into,most probably.
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