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♕▬ “It certainly has been a while, M. Honda.”
It was rare for Marguerite to have time to strike up such casual conversations with her colleagues. Their meeting was casual-- Simply to celebrate the new Japanese culture center opening in Paris that day. They now sat together in a small cafe not to far from the new site, surrounded by the sounds of common people preoccupied with their own idle chatter.
She was rather amazed that Kiku even found the time to come out for such an event-- she was certain he had far more important things to do. Still, there was no sense in dwelling on what he could be doing, and simply enjoying the fact that he was there to begin with.
“A story? Well...” She picks up her small cup of her afternoon tea and gently presses the porcelain to her lips. She takes a slow sip and closes her eyes as if trying to gather her thoughts. As she sets the cup down, a chuckle escapes her curved lips.
“...Have I ever told you about the Hameau de la Reine?” She began, stirring her spoon in the tea. “It was quite adorable, really-- it still is! However, now it has lost the same charm that it once held in those days. It was such a frivolous thing. It was built for Marie Antoinette, after all. Oh, I wish you could’ve seen how they used it! She and her friends would dress as milkmaids and pretend they were living as a peasants. It was her own little world, and they had so much fun.” She laughs as she takes another sip from her tea.
“She had everything in that little fairytale land of hers. A lake, gardens, watermills... she even had a farm house with real farm animals! She would stay for hours on end playing pretend with her friends... of course the actual peasants found out about the village. Rumors circulated about it; that it was some type of secluded home where she would meet secret lovers. No matter what they thought, the people were obviously furious.
They called her Madame Deficit, you know, for how much she spent on such trivial things while the people were starving. None of us saw it-- most of us turned a blind eye to it all. It was all fun and games to us! We saw no wrong in it... not until--” She stops abruptly and pauses. Shaking her head, she stirs her tea again for a moment.
Pointing her spoon at Kiku, Marguerite smirks. “If it wern’t for all of the political tensions, I certainly would’ve let you see it. We’ve been friends for such a long time, afterall.”
Things have been so hectic lately, he’s been uncharacteristically hard to get ahold of. But for all the time he spends cooped up in his office, nose-deep in an endless pile of trade deals and arms contracts, he knows that so much of what eventually becomes diplomacy happens in those fleeting, off-the-cuff conversations. And he knows he’s been missing out.
He’s not a bad conversationalist, always pleasant to a fault, but he knows there is power in silence. He’s a good listener, he’s been told – and he is, usually, quite genuinely interested.
“It has been a while, hasn’t it–”
“Go on. Tell me a story.”
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Galerie des Batailles, Château de Versailles.
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Trying to get this blog back on track so! LMS for a paragraph length starter!
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Trying to get this blog back on track so! LMS for a paragraph length starter!
#i might play around with time periods so it might be a random point in history#also feel free to IM me or send me an ask to plot!!#i really want to use this girl more#ooc#starter call
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A portrait of the princesse de Lamballe from the atelier of Elisabeth Vigee-Lebrun. 18th century. [credit: Christie’s]
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“You’ve fought until your face was bloody, your ribs cracked, and your soul broken. How much more can you give to them!”
Villain or Hero Sentence Starters
♕▬ “I will give my life for the people of my country, Mademoiselle.” And I have. “…I’d hope you would do the same.”
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Villain or Hero Edition:
-“You’re going to save them and for what? They don’t appreciate you!”
-“You spill your blood for this city/village and for what? So they can never know the name of the man/woman who saved their miserable lives?”
-“How many times are you going to bleed for them?”
-“Aren’t you tired yet? Haven’t you had enough?”
-“Despair, misery, and chaos. It’s like air to me. But to watch them suffer is much more entertaining.”
-“Look at their miserable lives and tell me what you see. They’re just begging for you to end them.”
-“You’re conflicted I can see it. You don’t want to be the hero but you’re not evil enough to be the villain. So what are you?”
-“You can’t be nothing because you have to be something.”
-“You can’t be nobody you have to be somebody. They need you. Help them.”
-“You’ve shed enough blood. It’s time to stop. You’ve avenged their deaths enough.”
-“You’ve fought until your face was bloody, your ribs cracked, and your soul broken. How much more can you give to them!”
-“You won’t be satisfied until your dead.”
-“This city/village has torn you apart. They don’t deserve anymore saving.”
-“You’d give your soul to them? They won’t ever be satisfied until you’re dead.”
-“You give and you give and give when is it your turn to take?”
-“You’ll burn this city/village to the ground. Murder its people. And then will you be satisfied?”
-“I can’t watch you tear yourself apart anymore for these people.”
-“You’re cruel.”
-“You’ve been caught. There’s nothing more you can do so why are you still fighting?”
-“It’s over. It was a long war filled with countless bodies and bloodshed. So stop…it’s over.”
-“I know you. You aren’t this terrible person people see you as and made you become. There’s still some light within you. I see it…”
-“What has the world done to you to make you feel this broken that you feel the need to hurt other people?”
-“You hurt others because they hurt you.”
-“I can see the torment within you. I can especially tell by the way you mangle the bodies of your enemies.”
-“You don’t owe people anything else.”
-“You’re like the sun and moon. You can either be the light that guides peoples lives to a better world. Or you can be the moon and darken their world. Or- you can be an eclipse and be a little bit of both good and evil.”
-“What do YOU want to become?”
-“You’re the only one who can give others hope.”
-“If it wasn’t for you we’d all be dead.”
-“The histories will never know who really saved us because he/she didn’t want to be known as a hero.”
-“Don’t die for our selfish selves.”
-“You brought this upon yourself.”
-“You can either save lives or take them. So which is it? Who will you become?”
-“You say you’d burn the city/village to the ground. But what happens when you’re standing on a pile of ash and smoke with no subjects to rule?”
-“Your mentor molded you to be a monster.”
-“Your mentor molded you to be a beckon of hope for others.”
-“They will never bow to you.”
-“You’re nothing but a usurper from a foreign place to us. We will never call you King/Queen.”
-“You hide behind a mask all the time and I don’t mean the one upon your face.”
-“Of all the things to have happened to you are you still capable of love?”
-“You were born a villain but you will die a hero.”
-“You were born a hero but will die a villain.”
-“You’ve changed since we first met. You’re becoming something I don’t recognize anymore.”
-“You’re no longer a man. You’re a beast.”
-“Greatness was thrust upon you but you decided not to take it. Why?”
-“We don’t choose these roles they just happen.”
-“I won’t watch you die.”
-“What are you fighting for?”
-“Fates can be changed there’s still time.”
-“Your fate isn’t set in stone.”
-“There’s pain in my chest every time I see you in anguish.”
-“You never meant anything to them. So you turned into the thing they feared the most to leave an impression upon them.”
-“I wish you could see your worth.”
-“Your life is not worth the weight of gold they will pay you for helping them.”
-“I won’t watch you become someone I don’t recognize.”
-“I can’t even say who are you becoming because I don’t even know what you are anymore.
-“When they write of your history they will say it began on this day.”
-“Your scars are a reminder of who you were. So never forget who bled for this village/city. Who it was that saved the damned and the good. Who it was that almost died for them. Who it was that became a legend in their eyes. A legend to be remembered a thousand years from now.”
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♕▬ Marguerite had found the already growing tensions and hostilities at the conference rather stifling. Not only were the countries on edge, it seemed even cities were irritable as well. What seemed to be a spat between Japan and one of his own cities was certainly the talk of town right now. She hastily searches for an empty space within the building-- anywhere where she can breathe some fresh air in this harsh enviornment.
The familiar scent of cigarette smoke suddenly hits her nose... Were they even permitted to smoke? Letting curiosity get the better of her, she quickly hunts for the source of the smell.
“Oh-- Monsieur Honda!” She exclaims upon reaching the end of her search. ‘Quand on parle du loup’. After the previous night’s fiasco, she was certainly surprised to see him still in public.
“I hope you are in... better spirits.”
He supposedly “quit” smoking some years ago, but on days like today, when he’s tempted by far more damaging vices, he lacks the resilience to stop himself. So he allows himself a single cigarette in solitude, on the balcony outside the meeting hall.
Why does he bother with G20, anyway? It’s a zoo. No one has forgotten his little episode with Hikaru. And if he wanted to spend his weekend staring down the old man, he’d do it over gō and chrysanthemum tea, not hotel coffee and economic policy.
#soRRY I JUST REALLY WANTED TO REPLY TO THIS ON GOOD OL MARGE#the french is the french version of speak of the devil (i hope)#shimaguni
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enchanted island
Guillaume de Machaut, Dit du Lion, Paris 1350-1355
BnF, Français 1586, fol. 103r
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So about those threads I never replied to
Hey so regarding posts that I hadn’t replied to before, I will be replying to the ones I’ve owed since the winter. No one is obligated to reply to them after that, I just feel bad for not replying to them at all.
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@ofpoiise replied to your post “[COMES BACK FOR HER BIRTHDAY]”
can provide cupcakes or something of the sort, if she'd like
OMG im sure she’d appreciate that though expect her to be Not Very Nice about it
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[COMES BACK FOR HER BIRTHDAY]
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I’ll get to my owed starters and replies soon on this blog. I’ve been very busy on my other blogs and also finals, but I swear I’ll get things done. If not now, I’ll get to them at the start of winter break.
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