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[atrb=width,240] On one of her daily walks, Niamh had come across a rather friendly looking gentleman and was very happy to converse with him. She smiled at him, as he linked his arm into hers, though a little shocked, she was happy for the conversation. As much as she loved her brother, he bored her from time to time. Niamh chuckled lightly as she fluttered her pale eyelids at the man in front of her. “Oui, Monsieur” she nodded, and brushed a section of hair from her face as she wind took it. Her cheeks blushed at something whispered into her ear. So taken by the man she didn't realise he was reaching for her purse. He grabbed it with such a force that Niamh was almost let go, but she clutched on. “elle est un aristocrate, il suffit de regarder les vêtements.” he said to his friend. Niamh looked up at him shocked. “Monsieur, I am english. Je suis anglais” she shouted. He took no heed of her cries, and carried on, but ripping off her necklace. “J'ai besoin d'aide” she cried. The robber was now pulling at the strings of her dress as she struggled against him. She managed to free herself, and began running. He ran after her, and she could see no place to hide. Once she had finally lost him, she slowed down somewhat, but that did not stop her from running into a younger boy as she looked behind her to check whether he was still there. “Je suis tellement désolé, vraiment désolé” she told him, then in her native english. “I was running away from a man who stole my necklace and my purse” she cried lightly. She placed her hands on her ribs and wheezed. She had not run that fast and for so long in a long, long time. “Is there somewhere I may get a glass of water?” she asked him, having not got any money on her to ask for anything else. She reached behind her for the strings of her dress, and loosely retied them. Her eyes flitted from left to right, worried that her attacker may come back. Niamh bit her lip and pushed her hands down into her waist, her fingernails gripping to her dress.

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He was not in a hurry but Maxi was trying to get somewhere, somewhere important well to him at least and maybe a few others but that was it. It was also why he had taken to using his, what Maxi called street kid or poor person’s guise. His brother had taken to calling it something akin to being an that a common street rat attire, however he had yet to say anything to his father. Maximilien was fairly confident that his older brother was not going to tell anyone else in the family about what he got up to. Actually the young lad had it down as a fact considering he had been covering for him or feigning ignorance whenever he went missing. His father was usually busy anyway he had always made sure to go at moments when he was preoccupied, though there had been some time where he had not done so. It was always odd though that is dad when he knew he had gone somewhere never questioned where he had gone, maybe it was to do with him being older now, so he had more of a free reign with what he could do. Something that Max hoped at least was true.

Max had actually been out for most of the day having gone back home once to change, originally he had just come out as his normal self to try give food and money to the poor people of the area he had found himself in. He had not spent too long for fear of someone trying to steal from him which he knew that even if he was giving these people things they would try, he did not blame them though half of them were starving and had no money, it was so heart rendering to see people suffering like this Maxi could not just turn his back from it. The Strange thing was that he had not gotten in to trouble like he was so prone to doing. Maybe he should be happy, or maybe it was just the fact he felt like trouble was coming around the corner very soon. Max was no stranger to trouble and in fact he often got himself in trouble just due to not being able to shut up when he was standing up for people or anything else, he was an expert at making trouble for himself.

So Maxi was trying to find away to CALAIS for the momment well he need not be too quick he had a few days plus he could cover it up, he was also supposed to meet his Oldest brother there anyway so that could very easily work. What he was really going there for was because he had heard Percy BLAKENEY was going to arrive there in a matter of days he had some information to give him. So it was perfect he was not in a hurry though he had all the time in the world. He knew he would go unnoticed in this guise, he could quite easily pop on the back of carriage and not be noticed, though he was being a bit stupid something like this might be easier as is normal self. The Whole idea of going unnoticed was about to come crashing down like a wave around his ears.

A Women came careering around the corner, Maxi was not stupid he instantly noticed the air of distress on her face, though he did not notice the state of her dress. The Young Lad frowned to himself thinking what on earth could of happened. She stopped in front of him nearly smashing into him, it was a good thing he has stepped out of the way as soon as he had seen her. He Smiled at her reassuringly but was unsure of what to do or how to help her, what happened next caused him to frown, he had learnt a bit of English but he barely knew it. All he got was the bit in English about her being sorry, not that he minded if she was in trouble him falling over and being more dirty meant nothing, not that he did fall over. He heard something about what so spoke in French his own tongue.
"I'm sorry my Lady but I don't know English very well, what is wrong are you hurt, do you need water?" He was somewhat worried about what had happened had someone tried to harm her, she was obviously someone from the aristocracy he recognised it from her dress sense. One thing he had not noticed was his tone of voice when he had spoken, he took no noticed thinking he was speaking like someone on the streets would plus he was too busy worrying about the women, though he did not notice her movements. “I am Sorry Madame I don't understand you." he tried again this time in both French and English, while he was rusty at English he did try anything to help someone in distress.

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[atrb=width,240] Niamh wiped at her face, and stared at the young boy. She bit her lip. When he told her he could not speak English, she almost exclaimed angrily, but Niamh had a decent understanding of the French Language, she had to, in order to live over here. “Excusez-moi, je suis desole,” she sighed, and then added in French “Je peux parler un peu de français”. She brushed her hands against her dress, which was awkwardly loose now. She tugged at the lace gloves on her hands, and repositioned them. Niamh cursed herself for being so naïve. She gulped and then chucked her head back. Her hands covered her face, before she could cry. “So stupid” she mumbled into her hands. Sighing, she turned her gaze to the boy again. “un homme, il, lui m'a attaqué, volé mon sac et mon collier. J'ai couru loin de lui.” she spoke, though it was somewhat slow as she tried to work out how to phrase her words in French. Her lips turned up into a small smile, and she shifted around nervously. “Je voudrais bien un peu d'eau, si vous plas” she smiled. “Mais, Je n'ai pas d'argent” she told him, she tugged a knot from her hair, and almost wanted to run home to her brother, and cry on his shoulder, but Niamh was much stronger than that. “Puis-je demander, quel est votre – uh – name – nom?” she asked stumbling over her words a little. “You are a street-rat are you not?” she spoke in English, then added this time in French, “pourquoi voudriez-vous m'aider?” she did not understand. She tried not to sneer at his attire, but as an aristocrat, she could not help but feel like he was below her. Which was rather ironic in a way. She looked around the area. “water?” she croaked at him. Her throat felt dry now, from her rush and her screams. Niamh hated feeling so helpless. She always enjoyed being in control, and right now she was shaken, and feeling out of place. She raised a hand to her neck, and then remembered that her necklace wasn't there. She settled for letting her hand rest on her collarbone. Her fingers splaying over to the crook of her neck. “Please may we walk? puissions-nous marcher?” she spoke, repeating her sentence in English and French. It was easier for her to word her sentences in English first, since English was her native tongue.

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Well he had no idea really, he knew it was going to be soon but really if you think about it soon could mean at any time, two days a year or maybe more than that, it could get quite silly really. Max watched The lady carefully, he could tell that she was annoyed at how he could not understand her perfectly. He did feel sorry for her, it must be hard living somewhere where it was not your native, he gave a one sided smile at her interchanging between the two languages French and English. Was she trying to see if he understood something in English first before French? Either way Max much preferred it when she spoke French, though maybe if she stopped changing between the two he would get less of a headache. Yes that would be certainly very welcome. The Boy smiled kindly and thankfully at her response while giving a quick glance at her, trying not to get impatient with her constant language switching, not that he could help it he was an impatient person by nature. At a glance he noticed the state of her dress he frowned once more, not an irritated frown, it was the boys frown of concern that had furrowed his brow. He could see she was distressed but while he would love to help her he was not sure what he could do had she been attacked? He did happen to know someone a friend who might deal with it for her if so but he would like to try helping her at least. "hav you been Harmed Madame ?" He asked her calmly shifting from left to right wanting to find out, he then switched to English to say harmed though this was more to give an effect of known less English than he actually did, he was acting the street kid they might of picked up a bit but not all that much. To reassure her he smiled again and felt a bit sorry that she had to apologise “It’s okay,” he managed in a response, it was not her fault she was more comfortable speaking her own language. Even if doing so could be considered rude by many others. When she covered her face he looked at her sadly it made him want to help her roe, he hated people in distress maybe I should talk about her to Percy maybe the League can help her out Then again that depended on exactly what her problem was and if anyone had actually attacked her, if she was in trouble she might get in trouble again being an aristocrat could make her a target. His thoughts stropped right in their tracks at what she said and his face grew serious, that was wrong, no it was not right okay maybe they were poor and starving but they could of asked instead of frightening someone how would they have liked it if they were in her position. To be honest though while he did not know the whole story, he felt sympathy for both parties, being attack so most not of been nice but what about the attackers they might of been poor people suffering. Not that he minded that was a lot more common than anything with Max being delayed and distracted quite often more than not "Did they hurt you?" He responded instantly in a worried tone, worried for her, he hoped she was not frightened too much, he had heard about a few people who had become reclusive never coming out of their houses after an attack. It was rare but it could happen, because for some people it truly was a terrifying experience. not that he knew such a thing he had never been attacked and robbed like this. Maybe the League could help her after all. Max had resolved to help her and he believed the league would certainly be able to do this, he would need to find out more of course but it meant he had just stumbled onto more information Fantastic. At her request for water Max looked down and started fishing out a flask he had on hand, he had been keeping it to give to someone who was in need of it on the street. It seemed she was in need of it for now, he was willing to let her have some he had another flask on him as well, he was not giving her that though. He did not require money so he said nothing on the subject, though it would of been nice because then he could have passed it along to someone who did need it. Once fishing it out and extending her hand for her to take it he gave her a quick answer to her question of his name again shifting to his left. "Max,” he made a gap before continuing with “Yours Madame?” He nodded at her he was confident she was not going to harm him either why would she, she had just been stolen from, what a stupid thought. He gave her a cheeky grin at her next words he felt like he should come back with a reply like, "Max,” he made a gap before continuing with “Yours Madame?” He nodded at her he was confident she was not going to harm him either why would she, she had just been stolen from, what a stupid thought. He gave her a cheeky grin at her next words he felt like he should come back with a reply similar to, well to be honest secretly I'm not a street Rat you see I'm an aristocrat you won’t believe me but it’s true that’s one reason I would like to help you. Yeah that would go down well she would most likely scream at him or something and keep on walking. he understood her English this time another reason for his grin, “because Madame I believe you have done nothing wrong." He put simply he meant what he said and there was nothing else he could of said really to express this. He nodded sharply at her instance to walk wanting to stretch his legs again anyway standing around was boring and annoying his legs, they were starting to ache.

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[atrb=width,240] Niamh started to think about the language of the country she was currently living in. The more she thought, she more fragments of sentences came to her, yet none of them seemed to help. The main sentence she could recall was of course 'Je m'appelle Niamh'. Sighing softly, she bit into her lip. The dress she was wearing really was uncomfortable as it shifted loosely on her body as she turned. She was not used to wearing such loose clothing after years of wearing tight corsets, with just as tight dresses atop. Of course while the dresses were tight, they were always very conservative. She was no harlot. She waited for him to reply, while trying desperately to flatten her hair once more. Niamh gave a soft sigh and clicked her tongue impatiently. She breathed in deeply, allowing her chest to rise and fall visibly, hoping that the action may calm her a little. When he spoke she filtered the words through her slightly addled brain and paused “Oui. Mais. Non.” she spoke quickly, as quickly as she could for a foreigner speaking a foreign tongue anyway. She frowned. She hadn't exactly been harmed. Not in the sense he may have meant. While it was distressing to have her things taken, it was not physical harm. She pondered for a moment. Her hand pinched the bridge of her nose. “je pense que, je veux dire, je sais J'ai été ca-camp-cambriolé,” Niamh nodded along with her words, she was a little oblivious to his irritation at her changing between both languages, but as she began to speak in french, it all started to connect. Still some words she stumbled over, as she pondered. “Mais ce n'est pas” she sighed. She needed to be far more confident in her language use. She put the palm of her hand to her forehead, and huffed out. Her feet tapped the floor, what she really wanted was to find a small room where she could redress herself. She hated feeling so scruffy. “français, c'est une langue magnifique, mais c'est difficile à maître” she smiled and shook her head. “Non, ils ont juste m'effrayait un peu” she was not hurt. No. She had no bruises. No cuts. No physical harm. She looked down at herself. She looked a state in her eyes. Her hair was frizzled and fluffing. It looked more wirey than it ever had. Her skin was paler than usual and her dress was askew. She tugged her arms closer to her body. She chuckled softly. She was usually so collected and calm, it proved just how little real experience she had. She hated feeling so useless but it still made her laugh. Maybe she was just going mad. Her face slipped quickly into thankful relief when he pulled out a flask. She took the flask from him and smiled grateful. “Merci beaucoup” she sighed and quickly took a large sip, she pulled the flask from her lips to answer him. She gave a soft cough. “Je m'appelle Niamh' she smiled, using the sentence she remembered most. She was a little confused by his sudden grin, but said nothing. Instead she capped the flask and offered it back to him. “Je n'ai pas besoin de plus” she told him, and stood there, hand extended waiting for him to take back his flask. She gestured in a general direction and took a step, before stopping to check he was still with her. She did not reply to him, but simply smiled pleasantly at him, and looked ahead as she walked. (french translation in order I am called Niamh Oui. But. No. I think. I mean. I know I have been robbed. But it's not. French, it's a beautiful language but it's difficult to master. No, they just scared me a little Thank you very much I am called Niamh (repeated) I do not need more)

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She seemed to always be trying to pick her words carefully taking a few seconds to say something, there were many small little things that if Max watched her carefully enough, he could easily spot these things, all those small moments of doubt between getting the perfect word, Max kept quiet about it though not wanting to annoy or upset the aristocrat. He was surprised she was still talking to him though, or even giving him the time of day, most aristocrats stuck their nose up at people on the streets, it would be rare they would ask one to help them, or accept a flask they drunk water from. Not that Max had actually had drunken from that flask recently, it was to help someone and helping someone it was, though not the type of person he had expected to be helping. Max though was plenty okay with her taking her time over the words as long as she did not slip back into trying to use English again. In French they would be able to communicate easier, well Max hoped and she obviously knew more French than he knew English so French was the better option and Max was glad that she seemed to realise this. At least no more headaches for me right now, and it means that I could most likely got her some help. He thought to himself, and he certainly knew how to get her this help, something told him France was not going to be so kind to her as time passed on. As Max waited for her to speak again in response ,he kept glancing around trying to make sure they were alone, he would not of been surprised, if they came back, they might just have wanted her stuff, but if they were people who had burning passionate hatred for the aristocracy they might come back looking to harm her some more. Max had some rather mixed feelings on this, on the one hand he held the belief of change being needed, in his mind there was no need for the aristocracy, it was not just the king who caused suffering some blame could just as easily be placed upon the aristocracy his own father being one such a man. These people need to be thrown out of power someway somehow. On the other hand though Max still felt some loyalty to the aristocracy, there were a few innocents among them, some who were not to blame and they needed to be helped and maybe get out of France. He was not sure what side of the coin Niamh fell on but as far as he could tell she had done nothing wrong to warrant being attacked, other than being rich and her obvious aristocratic attire certainly gave her away. Max did wonder if these people who attacked her were a gang of thieves or just some people who were desperate, if it was a gang of thieves Max felt that it was not right, a lot of these gangs seemed to do this stuff for pleasure not just because they were poor. Though somewhat nervous of them coming back he could not help but smile at her choice of words before she corrected them, he felt a bit sorry for her he would hate not be in a country you were used to having to speak a language that was not your own, Max did not think he would be able to do it. He waited and listened to her patiently though letting her fix the mistake and say what she really meant."Did they single you out or was it just you were there?" he asked curiously wanting to make this easier, either way she still need someone to be there and help her but if she was singled out his reason for helping her out was strengthened not that he would not deny helping her anyway, France was getting increasingly unsafe for aristocrats."You seem to be doin better than previously Madame," he responded on how hard it was to master the language, she seemed to be increasing in confidence as she spoke, being French Max did not see anything difficult with it and as for being a beautiful language. Well the boy had heard people say it, yes it could be but words were words, in any language use the rights words and be passionate enough and you could easily bring people to your side. Maybe though she was right, maybe the French language in itself was beautiful, but Max only saw beautifully crafted words, from certain people he had met, were they just using the French language to their advantage or was it just as Max believed just words and the sound of these words just carried the passion. Max would never really know but it was something to ponder upon along with other things. "I'm glad t know ya were not harmed, it could of been much worse, you aristos are not very well liked, the king well he be despised." Max said this more as a matter of fact just a statement not his own opinion, he was not sure where this women's loyalty's entirely lay so he did not want to say what he thought or where he stood on this whole subject, if she had something to say on the subject he would gladly listen but, he did not want to get himself in trouble without knowing where she stood. Plus if she did not like where he stood on the subject she may not wish to have him help her, it was always best to keep these things to oneself. Max new how to keep quiet and new how to keep secrets after all he was keeping secrets about himself from many people and he was keeping a secret for a friend as well, so it was easy for him, though Max did feel uncomfortable with lying at times. He accepted back his flask without a word, he gently took it from his hand and gave her a slight nod before a put it back into his pocket and responding "It's nice t meet ya Niamh," before following after her careful not to run into her when she stopped to check if he was still there. He grinned again but this time it was more reassuringI have her name now that's perfect now to find out more about her. "I'm sorry t, here what happened to ya, do ya need anything else?" He quizzed her, as he stuck his hands in his pockets watching her carefully, he trusted her for now but if she were to do anything he was fast and knew to get out of there. Stop it Max she would have harmed you earlier if she wanted to. She seems genuine.

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[atrb=width,240] Niamh glanced at Max before looking around them. She seemed to be on edge, and so she should be. She felt as though she should stay on edge with the recent feelings towards the aristocrats. Of course, Niamh could always flee back to England, but she was just beginning to get settled in France and it would be a shame to leave the beautiful country before she had really been able to explore. She also supposed she should stop exploring, at least stop exploring on her own. She had a habit of getting into trouble because of it. She breathed in deeply and exhaled slowly, it helped to calm her a little, so she repeated the action. Niamh knew she could be a little selfish and stuck up, but she tried not to be. She honestly tried, but sometimes she couldn't help it. She closed her eyes, aware that she was still walking, and batted them open a few seconds later. Her thoughts drifted to her brother, they got her. Him and her. Most siblings didn't, and of course the pair had their fair share of arguments, but deep down they loved each other. Most people were often surprised at how close they were, seeing as Niamh and Cillian were very different. Extremely different in fact. She smiled to herself, she really loved her brother. He had took it upon himself to teach her fencing after her fathers death, to carry on her fathers teachings and it pleased her that they'd been able to get some quality time in, before he had had to go and carry out his fathers work once he was old enough. Niamh had begged her brother not to leave her, at that thought the smile slipped slightly, but was recovered when she remembered her brothers promise that he'd always love her no matter what county he was in. Niamh wondered whether the boy, Max had any siblings. She wondered whether they got on. She paused, her stepping faltered as she thought back. “They singled me out, for my clothes I believe” she spoke and then nodded. “yes” Niamh sighed, she did not think she had done anything wrong, nothing that they had the right to attack her for. If they had asked then maybe Niamh would have given them some money. Maybe. Niamh found it rather hard to give up her things. Niamh laughed softly. She was going better. “Once I start speaking the language it gets easier, I suppose I start thinking in the language” she explained. Niamh ran her fingers through her long hair. “Suppose it could have been worse” she licked her lips and nodded at Max. She bit into her bottom lip, and carried on walking. She shifted her pace till she was slightly slower, more of a languid pace, than the fast walk she had been doing. “Nice to meet you too Max” she smiled softly at him. “I do not think I need anything else, you have been very kind, I just think I need to go home and relax” she told him. “I will feel safer at home” she added.

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Most likely think it unseemly for an aristocrat, to be even talking to a poor person, Max was probably right, their looks easily gave away what they were thinking, and the fact they walked away even faster showed him exactly what they thought. Fools it's not wrong and I'm certainly not going to steal from her. The young gamin almost had expected one of them to come over and try shoo him away or something believing him to be scum or trouble, one or two of them most of been thinking it as they opened their mouth to say something, however a quick glare from Max sent them hurrying off, this amused Max somewhat. I'm not that scary in fact I could hardly call myself threatening. The young gamin smirked a little at that thought, he was pretty sure if those people that had harmed Niamh came around again they would easily just overlook him no thinking him a threat at all, while not a total mistake it was something that Max would be able to take advantage of if it did come to pass. Being overlooked here while more of a risk for Niamh meant Max might be able to try come up with something that might help her, you know distracting them to help her out and hope she would run might be good, though it could cause him a lot of trouble, but he was certain he would be able to get himself out of trouble, he was fast enough just as he had told Courf, so he could speedily out run them, well as long as they were not as speedy as him but then the young lad had not factored that into his thinking. He may be clever but he did have the tendency to overlook small points, it was not overconfidence it was just that being clever did not mean you made exceptionally good plans. Max Grew rather angry when she mentioned them singling her out because of her clothes that showed her status. His expression easily gave away how he was feeling, gave no attempt at hiding it. People like that were the lowest of the low, they had no reason for harming her they were just vicious, maybe she had sympathies for the poor, but they had not even given her a chance, they had judged her by her money and attacked. The exact reason why aristocrats in France need saving as well, well some of them, only those that were being wrongfully punished at least. Those that have committed crimes and such well they deserved what they got. Max also hope by him helping Niamh she might if she was not at the moment become more sympathetic to the poor, if she remembered how a young gamin was willing to help her and show her kindness even though she was an aristocrat. Though he himself was from that background, ever since meeting Courf he considered himself much more a gamin than a child of the aristocracy. So yes Max was very much hoping she would change opinions, not that he knew her opinion but it might be much better for her in the long run if she did. "That... That's just, Just wrong, no not right one bit, despicable, you had not even done anythin to them, just because you happened to be of higher birth." Max glanced around glaring not caring if they heard him one, he was serious, yes he felt very strongly against the aristocracy at times but as he had been telling themselves not all of them were bad. It also seemed that Niamh had not done anything to provoke them, as she told it at least. These people just sounded like common thieves though more than people angry at the aristocracy and the king. His anger also caused the young gamins wording to slip a bit sounding more like himself than he had been trying to do. His face lit up a bit on her next words and he gave just a simple nod, "i'm glad it's easier for you now." he told her, he thought what it would be like for him to be in England having to try and speak and think the language, it would be horribly difficult no doubt, Max would rather not even go about something like this, he would rather spare himself the headaches. "Do you want me to walk the rest of the way with you, just encase they come back? I have a plan if they do." They Walked on and the younger boy glanced up at her wondering what she would say and if she would really want him going anywhere near where she lived. Max though fully believed that she would be a lot safer if she did allow him to accompany her, the gamin was not scary of threatening but he could certainly be a distraction. He was willing to help her some more, it would be a bit unkind to leave her now in the dark where these men could come back at any time to harm her again and take her stuff. another reason it might be better for her to travel in pairs is that the more people together the less likely they were to attack again or if they did they might be a little bit more weary. Even so Max was resolved in this, even if she said no he would follow her back covertly in the shadows.

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