About to Dawn {Percy & Margo}

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) >350 ( TAGGED ) PERCY ( STATUS ) COMPLETE This was not the first time that Marguerite St. Just - now Lady Blakeney - had made the journey “across the pond” from England to France… but it was certainly the most unpleasant time. She had been ill the whole journey on that wretched boat. Mild sickness was rather difficult to avoid, but it had been worse than usual. That, of course, was probably because Marguerite’s ailment had not been mere sea sickness. This was also not the first time that she had been with child, so she had been aware of the symptoms even without the need of a physician’s confirmation, but the other times had ended in tragedy. Miscarriages were the fate of many women, but knowing that they were common did not make them any easier to bear. Marguerite had always desperately wanted children. The first year of her marriage she and her husband had not been together as much as she would have liked; he was too busy acting like a fop and she was angry with him. Once she had learned his identity as the Scarlet Pimpernel, he still had to travel frequently. It was only after some of the revolution had died down that they could settle down to raise a family. She was unable to become pregnant for some time, and when she did, she never carried to term. She and Percy had been repeatedly devastated. Now that she was getting older and thought to be nearly past childbearing years, and now that they were returning to France among whispers of revolution that would no doubt keep Percy busy, how could she bear to tell him, knowing that they might be disappointed again? No, she could not tell him - not yet. Not until she was assured that things were going well enough. But now, nothing seemed to be going well for her. “Percy - a moment, please,” she demanded, stopping still as they disembarked, even though swarms of people coming off the boat behind them sounded irritated at having to halt. She leaned on his arm heavily, eyelids fluttering as she attempted to compose herself. After a deep breath, the unpleasant feeling passed. “Perhaps I haven’t quite gotten my sea legs yet,” she murmured, attempting a self-deprecating smile, but wobbling a little on her heels as she resumed walking. [/style]no worries, it's great!

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e2e2e; width:430px; height:550px; padding:0px;] I hear the words you want to say Come meet my eyes one moment more Our eyes are different than before TAGGED: Margo WORDS: 380 How frightfully unfashionable, to bring ones wife on an excursion to France…Percy had certainly tried to leave her at Blakeney Manor. There she was sure to be safe, and he could do his job without fretting about her safety. The only problem was the damned woman was French. Trying to reason with a Frenchie was highly impossible. Percy could outwit Frenches, only the problem there was his wife almost matched him on that level. Damn his taste in women. After quite a tiff, he found himself calling for a carriage in order to carry his lady and her luggage. Normally Percy would ride the majority of the journey favouring the fresh air, but Margo would never have managed such a journey. The crossing had been arduous, Margo appeared to have left her legs back on shore, her green appearance had not gone unnoticed by Percy throughout the trip. He had wanted to catch up on some much needed rest, but her persistent restlessness had not helped. It hadn’t occurred to Percy that there might have been something more wrong with Margo’s health, other than a spell of seasickness. He readjusted his cravat, as the boat docked into Calais; this was Sir Percy’s first return to France since the king had taken the throne. It was surreal for him to be returning to Paris, especially as he was soon to taking on his former role as the Pimpernel. This was a choice he hadn’t fully discussed with his wife, but he felt so strongly about the situation he was sure she would understand. They both descended onto the docks and Percy looked with alarm towards Margo as she wavered. She lean't on him slightly, Percy tucked his arm under hers to support her. ‘Lord Margo, whatever is the matter?’ Percy exclaimed over the clamour of port, ‘heavens it’s not like you, if you were unwell you shouldn’t have made the journey’ he said briskly, his eyes searching for Andrew who had also accompanied them. Hopefully, he had acquired a carriage for them, and Margo could rest at their quarters while he began his work. His eyes flicked back to Margo and he placed his arm around her waist to give her extra support. ‘The carriage should be here in a moment’ he murmured. NOTES: sorry im sure there are afew errors in here, brain=mush

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) >350 ( TAGGED ) PERCY ( STATUS ) COMPLETE On one of their journeys across the channel, Marguerite had teased her husband by making a double entendre about the "rocking of the boat," but this time, the waves had been completely unpleasant, only exacerbating her already-existent nausea. There had not been quite as much kissing and touching during this voyage. At least Percy had not seemed too suspicious, even though he had pointed out, more than once, that it might have been unwise for her to accompany him to France. She knew that under his capacity to irritate her, he was genuinely concerned for her, and his desire to keep her safe was undoubtedly part of the reason why he had wished she remained in England. However, a part of her still felt that France was her home, and in any case, her home was with Percy - now more than ever. Furthermore, this sickness wasn't something from which he could protect her; in fact, it was partially his fault. But she couldn't tell him that, not yet. "I'm in no mood for your tiresome chatter, Percy," she sighed, the lack of a witty response clear indication that she was feeling unwell. Her eyes opened again, after being momentarily shut as if to ward of the nausea, only to narrow at him in annoyance. "Thank you, sir, how very helpful." She had recovered enough; as she had hoped, the spell had passed after a moment. "As I am already here, your incessant complaints shall do you no good. Is it any wonder that they sicken me?" She was jesting a little there, and even though she no longer felt quite as ill, she still relished the feel of his arm through his and his other arm around her waist. Tilting her chin to look up at him, she met his gaze. "Thank you," she said, softly and more sincerely. "I promise, you will be glad you brought me." She stood on tiptoe to press a quick kiss to his lips, then joined him in searching the crowded area for any sign of Andrew. "There!" she exclaimed, pulling Percy in the direction of the man she believed was his companion. [/style]<3

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e2e2e; width:430px; height:550px; padding:0px;] I hear the words you want to say Come meet my eyes one moment more Our eyes are different than before TAGGED: Margo WORDS: 354 The Scarlet Pimpernel knew how to spot a lie; he understood the signs that people would involuntary give in the words that preceded the lie. What made him so adept at his job was how competent he was at reading people, and he prided himself on those skills. When it came to his wife, like many men, trying to guess the sub-text to her words was like a game of Hazard. Usually his chances were 50/50. Frankly, he fancied his chances were higher against the entire French guard. He was not the Scarlet Pimpernel, nor Sir Percival Blakeney around Margo, he was just Percy her husband. Like many husbands he often made dire errors regarding simple things around his wife. Percy could never claim that he and Margo had an easy marriage. Lord, the two of them had fenced through many problems. Ultimately, it was their devotion to each other that had seen them through the hard times. If there was one thing Percy knew –and Percy knew many things- it was he would sacrifice everything for Marguerite. She made his life worth living; she inspired him to continue fighting for what he believed in. ‘Tiresome my dear! I’m merely stating the facts’ he said jovially, hiding his concern behind a smile, perhaps she’d caught a fever on the journey. He made a mental note to send for a doctor immediately, once they got to their quarters. He took a side glance back at his wife, surprised by her tone, she usually took his chatter with good humour after all, it was all a part of his appeal. He paused, studying her for a moment before she turned on the Blakeney charm. He smiled as he felt her lips against his, ‘I shall reserve judgement then, me dear!’ he said following her gaze to where she’d seen Andrew. ‘Careful Margo’ he said, his grip firming on her arm as he helped guide her through the crowd, ‘don’t over exert yourself if you are feeling unwell.’ He said. The last thing he wanted was for her to make herself sicker because of her headstrong ways. NOTES: sorry im sure there are afew errors in here, brain=mush

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) >350 ( TAGGED ) PERCY ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Marguerite could only shake her head and sigh good-naturedly at her husband's response. "Perhaps, but you're doing it in a tiresome fashion," she decided. His hold on her arm meant that she had to work harder to pull him along, not waiting for the servants who carried their luggage; they would catch up eventually. "I'm fine, Percy," she insisted, throwing a haughty glance over her shoulder at him before glancing forward again. The quickness of the movement made her head spin a little, but she did not waver. While she wanted him to want to take care of her, she also liked responding that she could take care of herself. If he thought that she was independent, and did not need him, he normally liked the challenge and feeling that he had to win her. Not that they were ever overly romantic. Their affection was mostly manifested in teasing, verging on arguing. Not every bit of banter had anger behind it. They both knew that they loved each other. She was mad about him, even though more often than not, he made her mad! And he took good care of her... sometimes even overly protective. "Andrew," she greeted their friend warmly, smiling and kissing his cheek. She turned to her husband with a knowing look as if to sat I told you it would be him. "I trust your journey was not too unpleasant." She did not give him time to answer, because she knew it would only give Percy an opportunity to mention something of their voyage at her expense, before she climbed into the carriage, not waiting for her husband's help. She settled into the carriage while she waited for some men to bring along their portmanteaus and load them. Percy had brought far too much, as usual, to maintain his vain facade; Andrew would have to ride separately. Once he was settled into the carriage, she rearranged her skirts to accomodate him and exhaled with a smile. "Oh Percy," she sighed. "I'm so glad to be here." She stroked his knee lightly as she leaned over to kiss him again. A moment later she smiled against her lips, mischief in her blue eyes. "Perhaps I'll decide to stay." [/style]no worries, it's great!

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e2e2e; width:430px; height:550px; padding:0px;] I hear the words you want to say Come meet my eyes one moment more Our eyes are different than before TAGGED: Margo WORDS: 384 Women! Percy thought furiously as his wife powered forward practically dragging him alongside her. He couldn’t live with her, he couldn’t live without her. What on earth was he to do? At this point Andrew would usually step in with some remark Percy would turn around and use to sound witty, but at this moment in time Percy’s thoughts escaped him. Percy turned his attention to the docks, he loved the sea air, there was nothing grander than having the fresh air coursing through the lungs. Some fresh air, a visit to his Parisian tailor and a good adventure was most certainly in order for this trip. Most importantly he needed a new coat. His current coat had far too few pockets and a coat could never have enough pockets. Percy did not buy his wife’s ‘I’m fine’, but he let it go, bowing his head slightly in acknowledgement of her words, ‘if you say so Margo’ he jested. Percy sent a cheeky smile at Andrew and added after Margo stepped inside the carriage, ‘Your journey may have been pleasant, mine was entirely tiresome, what with m’lady’s incessant chattering’ he said, before stepping inside the carriage and nodding at Andrew who ordered the carriage to drive. Percy had previously asked him to go on reconnaissance the moment they set foot in France. He wanted to know if Planchet still resided in the same address and if they could get some counterfeit papers made. Andrew had agreed to find out right away, and so Percy had nothing more to do then settle in as Sir Percy and begin to assemble the league. Percy smiled at Margo and reached to take her hand in his, ‘odds fish me dear!’ he exclaimed at her words, ‘why on earth would you want to do that? The place is full of Frenchies!’ he said mischievously. He gave her hand a little squeeze before looking out of the window and watching the scenery go by. It wouldn’t be long before they reached the Paris gates. He had their paper tucked safely in his coat pocket, but he didn’t think they’d get much bother, Sir Percy often visited Paris. ‘Are you sure you’re feeling better?’ he said quietly, ‘perhaps you should go and rest me dear when we get there.’ NOTES: sorry you had to wait so long, been ill <3

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) >350 ( TAGGED ) PERCY ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Oh, that Percy! He thought he was so diverting. “Yes, 'Frenchies' whose manners are infinitely superior to yours,” she retorted, though she was smiling good-naturedly at him in spite of the bite in her words. Though his manners were very much affected, he always behaved himself. Well, he was occasionally naughty with her, but that certainly wasn't in public! Speaking of that, she raised an eyebrow at him mischievously when he moved her hand from his leg to be holding his. She fondled his hand lightly in response to his squeeze of hers, her gaze turning from out the window so that it rested on him once more. “Yes,” she insisted, laughing softly at his incessant questioning. Her lips quirked into a smirk. “Perhaps I will rest, if you will come to bed to rest with me.” She very much doubted that he would. She knew why he was here, even if he did not say it: he had business to attend to as the Scarlet Pimpernel, she was certain. He would not have wanted to come her otherwise, because he was not quite as fond of France as she was. And alright, alright, she had to admit that England had somewhat grown on her, if only because that was the place that she and her beloved husband called home. She would not really stay alone in France, especially knowing what she knew about her condition. In any case, she didn't want him to know about that, not yet. It would take some convincing, however, to get him to stay and avoid suspicion. She wanted him to stay just for his own sake, but at least if he left for a bit, she would avoid having to keep a secret. For now she was up to the task. She walked her fingertips along his side teasingly, pressing a few kisses to his skin before the jolt of the carriage made her halt. “Percy?” she said nervously. “What is it?” She leaned around him to look out the window. There appeared to be a street urchin had tried to stop their carriage, but they were on the move once more, undeterred. “Percy,” she wheedled again. “Haven't we a few spare coins to give the poor little boy? We ought to go back.” [/style]Your health comes first! Hope you're feeling better <3!

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e2e2e; width:430px; height:550px; padding:0px;] I hear the words you want to say Come meet my eyes one moment more Our eyes are different than before TAGGED: Margo, Max WORDS: 430 Percy looked at Margo, the tell-tale smile that gave away his good humour, flickered across his face for a moment, as he leaned back into the comforting cushions of the carriage. The Daydream was certainly a beautiful yacht, and wonderfully comfortable, but deuce take it, Percy was craving the comfort of one of his summer homes. He paused in alarm, was he getting old? He no longer felt the same about long journeys, although he didn’t mind the inconvenience, he did like his home comforts. ‘I highly doubt that me dear, my past experiences prove otherwise’ he stated, closing his eyes and letting the rocking motion of the carriage, lull him into a peaceful sincerity…for 30 short seconds. Percy’s eyes snapped open at her suggestion, as he battled to keep a straight face, he couldn’t help but feel pleased. Was his wife really trying to seduce him? Letting his fingers trace hers gently, he answered her ‘to go to bed with one’s wife is frightfully undesirable…what would people think!’ It was a habit of Percy’s to tease Margo so; the flirtatious teasing was merely a way to show his affection for her. There were times when Percy would be very romantic, he had a liking for surprising Margo with romantic gestures. It was the poet in him you see. He gazed out of the window as they travelled down the main road to the Parisian gates. His eyes homed in on a small figure, narrowing them he watched as the carriage slowed so they could pass the figure safely. Was that…Percy had his suspicions as to who the figure was, but he could have been mistaken. France was filled with starving children, and the streets were not kind to those who did not know how to take care of themselves. It was common for the lower classes to try to stop those with money, in order to commandeer themselves a shiny coin. ‘Don’t fret’ he said sharply, as his wife leaned forward to see what the commotion was about, ‘Lord Margo give one child a coin, and you’ll have hundreds begging you for money’. Nether the less, Percy knocked on the carriage ceiling, a signal to the driver that he wanted the carriage to stop. ‘Do what you must me dear, but make it quick’, Percy held out a few coins to his wife that had been residing safely in his top coat pocket. The woman was too compassionate for her own good. Percy glanced out of the window, a small wrinkle appearing atop his forehead. There was something amiss here… LORD MARGO!

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Right, left, right and left some more, now all he needed to do was go straight on, he hoped. Maxi was in a hurry in such a hurry that he had gotten himself lost almost five times in a row, which had made him rush even more than he already was leading him into a few dead ends, he had thought himself going the wrong way at least once or twice. He had been to this town more than a few times it should of been simple enough to navigate his way around, one of the funny things was that he would of been able to if he had been taking his time to think things through, but no he was in a rush and so was his brain. Maxi decided that maybe it was best if he stopped and got his bearings before moving on, otherwise he was never going to find his way there. Where was it you ask the young lad wanted or needed to be and where was he exactly? Maximilien happened to be in the French town of Calais, he had been around the area for some time snooping about and of course seeking the next grand adventure.

Maxi was in such haste due to mainly not wanting to miss Sir Percy Blakeney, who he had heard was to be arriving in France very soon, in this very town to be precise. When the young lad had heard this he had instantly made for the town, he had some information for the league that he had been hoping to give them for a few days now, and it looked like that right now Percy would be the right person to contact. There was another but, it had been no use to contact him, the person was not around at the time, anyway Max liked Percy he was amusing and, plus he knew of his double life. He had met him a few times, so it felt only natural to give the information, also since he was already in his poor street kid attire, he felt it would be an easier way to talk to him, the only problem being? Well he had not really thought that far ahead, how was he going to talk to Percy in the first place? How was he going to stop the carriage? These were some of the questions that had yet to even grace his mind.

Maxi had stopped for long enough if he did not get moving now there was no way the young lad was going to be able to meet Percy then he would have the perplexing problem of trying to find him again. Shaking his head Maxi finally realized where he was, his face broke into a grin and he chuckled, well it was more of a boyish chuckle but oh well. Dear lord I am stupid, this is the alley before the main street, he could have continued straight forward, as he had told himself earlier and found himself at the main street in an instant. Maxi had, been worrying for naught, though if he did not head off now he would not get there in time, there was no use standing around contemplating this simple fact.

Upon reaching the street Maxi saw something that made his mood drop, there seemed to be a few street kids near one of the alleys opposite attacking each other ravenously in an attempt to get some old crumbling bread that was only a few inches in front of them. He made a step to go over and help them out but within moments they tumbled out of view plus Max was distracted by a carriage that had begun to approach. He glanced up at it and his face lit up like beacon of pure energy, inside only just he could see Sir Percy, and hmmm his wife? Yes he believed so; he had not known she would be here though. Without thinking he made a mad dash for it, his face showed his determination. He was nearly run over for his troubles having recklessly almost crashed in to the oncoming carriage, he had succeeded in slowing it down at least, however one look at the driver he could tell he was not going to stop, he shouted out for him to do so anyway, which to be honest he had already guessed it would not work, he looked just like a penniless street kid one among the swarms of them out in the gutters. A look he had been trying to pull of, so there was not point complaining.

He did catch a glance of his wife as she looked out to see the commotion, and tried to shout out again also waving for what good that would do, the driver had already begun to pick up speed. Sighing Max racked his brains for options and came to conclusion that maybe, shadowing the carriage until it reached its destination may be a safe bet. Though it could get him in trouble, but then getting out of that trouble would be fun. He was about to continue after it but it stopped just before it got too far, why? Well Maxi had no idea, maybe Percy had noticed him, or maybe it was having problems, either way Max was much happier, it might make things a lot simpler all together. He made towards the carriage carefully deciding his best bet was not to look threatening. Like I could he told himself, he was most likely one of the least threatening people around.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) IDK ( TAGGED ) PERCY & MAX( STATUS ) COMPLETE Margo chuckled to herself – she had not missed the fleeting smile; Lord, was her husband handsome when he chose to stop being so irksome! She watched his expression change, then return to serenity, deciding not to question it. He had much on his mind pertaining to the reasons why he had come here, and she wished to press him on the matter, but perhaps now was the best time. More than anything, he seemed like he needed to relax, and she could certainly help him with that. She just snorted as he disagreed about French manners, but she couldn't quite defend them, considering many Frenchies had tried to kill him in the past... In any case, they were safe now, and they were together; that was the thing she wanted most. She just wanted him. Smirking at his reaction to her words, she leaned in closer. “Really? I thought you found me quite... desirable,” she whispered, refusing to let his teasing faze her. For a moment, she accomplished her purpose of forgetting about her worries, and hopefully making Percy forget about his, in the game. Though they both enjoyed challenges, she doubted that he would refuse. Still, even if he didn't say no for the moment, they were delayed by the discovery of the little boy. Comforted by his brief command not to fret, she rolled her eyes at his more sarcastic statement that she couldn't give every child a coin. “Percy!” she scolded. “You saw, he looked at me! How could I say no?” She was certain he couldn't really be so heartless, and she sat back, placated, as Percy communicated to the driver to turn around. Taking the coins from her husband's hand, she leaned over to give him a deep kiss – a “thank you” and a reminder – as the boy and carriage caught up to one another before opening the door to greet the boy. “Bonjour,” she greeted him with a friendly smile. “I'm sorry that we did not turn around earlier. Here.” Gently, she took out the coins, holding her palm out to him. It might be a bit embarrassing to take money, but if he needed it, he needed it. [/style]<33

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e2e2e; width:430px; height:550px; padding:0px;] I hear the words you want to say Come meet my eyes one moment more Our eyes are different than before TAGGED: Margo, Max WORDS: 394 Percy was not deliberately keeping his missions secret from his wife. Keeping his wife in the dark was for her own safety. Knowledge could be deadly, and usually if it involved Margo she’d find a way to interfere. Zounds! The woman had the gift for making his life difficult, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. Percy recalled the terror he felt when Margo was at risk, when they were first engaged. He had never felt anything like it before, his life meant nothing if she was hurt. Throughout all his escapades, he had never felt the sheer terror he felt when Margo was at risk. Percy let his wife’s words drift over him, he hadn’t the strength to argue. He was however, mighty curious as to whom the boy was. Percy had his suspicions; there were some traits that were very recognisable, including the unkempt locks of brown hair. With a sigh, Percy turned in his seat to watch Margo approach the boy. He’d given strict instructions that any information was to come directly to him, or through Andrew. He couldn’t risk information leaking out of the league to Frenchie spies. The boy needed to learn how to be discreet; however his disguise at least was believable and would not raise too many suspicions. The youth of Paris trying to stop the upper classes for money, was not an unusual sight. Percy waited impatiently for a moment, before deciding to get out and hurry his wife up. Perhaps Lavier would be able to slip the message to him as he ushered his wife away. Pulling his monocle out from his coat pocket, Percy descended from the carriage and ambled slowly over to his wife and the street child. ‘Zounds Madam! Hasten yourself, I was hoping for a game of hazard with Andrew before dusk’ he said, inspecting her through his monocle with a foppish air. Percy hoped this little delay would not keep him for too long, he needed to meet with Andrew and assemble the other members of the league, although he couldn’t help but be curious as to what Lavier had found. He was certainly a useful contact to have. Sorry this is crappy, i didnt know where to go with this post, wanted to leave it open for maxi.

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[atrb=border,0,true] [/style][style=width: 450px; background-color: ffffff; text-align:center; padding: 8px; line-height: 10px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: 000000;][style=background-image:url(http://i47.tinypic.com/33capw3.jpg); width: 252px; height: 138px; float: left; margin-top:10px;] WHEN'S IT GONNA END, HOW WE GONNA LIVE, SOMETHIN'S GOTTA HAPPEN NOW, SOMETHIN'S GOTTA GIVE [/style][style=width: 252px; height: 26px; float: left; margin-top:10px] made by historyofus of caution Max was not the most careful person in the world, hey not even a good could be really careful, heck it would be pretty hard to name someone who was a god at being careful. Yeah you can be careful at go about certain things and try hard at doing it but sooner or later you will make a mistake or mess up, there will also be one person who can see through something. No one is perfect, thinking or wanting someone to be perfect would be almost like asking them to through themselves off a cliff. Okay that sounded a little extreme but really you could say that no don't you dare stop looking at me like that. Wait what are you doing talking to me I'm the narrator I technically don't exist, just a figment of your imagination, yes your arguing with yourself. You know that means you are crazy. Right then let’s get back to Maxi. The Young lad as we were saying was careful, as careful as he could be but it did not mean he had not made mistakes in the past, mistakes are easy to make and while they were something that caused Max some annoyance he knew it was human nature to make mistakes, this did not mean that maxi himself that he could confidently do stuff at times. Disguising himself was one thing he felt he excelled and while he never really thought he can end up mistaking when it came to that, though he had once or twice and it always came as shook. It was mainly due to his tendency to lose track of what he was doing and other minor things. Heck there had been times that maxi had forgotten about his way of speaking often using the speech of his upbringing that had gotten him into trouble and nearly blew his cover once. Being discreet was not his string suit either in fact his lack of discreetness in his mind was most likely how Percy found out in the first place, something that while he was happy about shocked him a little as well, it was somewhat of a wakeup call that his disguise was not perfect. Percy seemed to be a perceptive man but to Maxi it showed that if at least one person noticed something there would be others, so while still not the most discrete person he had tried to perfect his disguises and his way of acting. Things were going to be getting extremely difficult from here is all that Max could predict, what was about to happen Maxi had not really thought about just as he had not really had the time to think through, getting to the town and stopping the carriage. He had guessed that his wife might be there but he had not counted on it, he had never seen Percy's wife but it was easy to guess that she was the women in the carriage with him, her magnificent beauty seemed to compliment, what would you say? Oh that’s right that dashing figure of the man that is Percy. Maxi had been warned by Percy that his wife should be at least Kept in the dark about any information he also had no idea in general if she knew anything about the league at all. Even if that was the case there was no way he was going to go against Percy's word in that case, it was be stupid and he would hate to see what the man could do, not that he was scared of him or at least that's what he told himself. He Felt stupid when the Carriage stopped and Percy's wife stepped out and turned to him, he glanced around nervously unaware that it was actually a good thing. His being nervous could maybe pass off as being nervous about a policeman making a fuss of the commotion. The good thing was that only a grand total of two yes two. Oh stop it they don't want to know that, they do look at them they are enthralled so engrossed in what I'm........ wait a sec are you having a fake argument in your head? Well Anyway there was only a grand total of two people who had stopped to check what was happening then they went on their merry way, it was a good thing there was no carriage behind otherwise Maxi could be sure there would be a storm of negative emotions coming from there. No policeman was going to come but Max was still worried in the sense they might and If Javert it would be ever so worse. The Young lad while trouble might as well be his middle name; it’s not just so you know. He did not really want to get in trouble with the police for stopping a carriage when he was on business of sorts. Urgh did I really think that? it's not business it's something more than that. Maxi also felt stupid because he really should of guessed that the lady was going to he did look after all like penniless street kid so that's what she was going to think. However he was not thinking like that there were times when he did forget stuff like that. What was about to happen though made him think fast, it would do the boy no good if he ended up stuttering, making a total fool of himself or just saying he did not need it, it would make is case of trying to stop the carriage moot. Looking the part was fine, however acting the part was just as important. His first thought when Percy's wife spoke was Oh dear is second was along the lines of I should take it, I don't need it, Percy himself won't miss it though hmm I know, I shall track down those kids from earlier give it to them they certainly need it. That was the lads train of thought until the end, he in no way deserved this money and while she thought she was doing a kind thing really in reality she was giving money to some who did not need it. In Maxi's mind it would only make it right if he took her intentions to someone who really did need it. The Young lad moved closer to bridge the gap between them until he could reach out his own hand to take the coins. He had deemed to be as polite as possible, okay not all street kids were but just because he had changed his identity for this like almost as easily as someone could change a mask at a masquerade. There was no way the young lad was going to forget his manners, the very manners that had been ingrained into him since birth, suffering might be a reason to be impolite and he can't blame those that never have been taught. Too be honest though there have been times when he had not been polite but those were moments few and far between. When the gap had finally closed he slowly took the coins not due to nervousness or because he was worried about how she would react, it was out of politeness the same she was showing him, there was no need to snatch something being given to you. He spoke instantly trying not to laugh at Percy's Monocle not matter how ridiculous he thought they made people look. He thought they were a stupid item that personally did nothing for the person wearing one. "Thank you Madame for your kindness, I'm sorry for disturbing you." He gave a small polite nod to the both of them, he knew some kids on the streets had manners and used them he had seen it. He was sure he ah done the right thing there, he had kept to his more on the streets tone with no hint of his upbringing coming through it If he made a mistake it was not to be one that he was conscious. He Smiled happily at Percy's wife and gave Percy a quick glance, and he reigned that laughter in again as he saw the monocle, he used his eyes to convey that he need to talk to him or at least give him some information, some he had written down but not all of it considering a bit more had happened since he had set off a few days before. He decided it was best to make it look like we was leaving and made to walk past Percy hoping that he would be able to give him the letter without His Wife noticing, he just hoped for the best, hoping she was not going to be an observant person when he did it. Before he did though he gave her another thank you, he looked around then walked forward. Would this work? Well Maxi had no idea when you had plan like this and knew nothing of the person you did not want to notice something, they had the advantage there. If Percy noticed in time and did something else then that helped, he did at the moment have the letter out of the way and not in his hand so it could not be seen.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) IDK ( TAGGED ) PERCY & MAX( STATUS ) COMPLETE As Percy stepped out of the coach to join her, Marguerite rolled her eyes. “Percy,” she sighed scoldingly again. She did glance at him for a moment, scrutinizing him, in spite of her long-suffering appearance. He was acting more idiotic than normal, which meant that the reason he wanted to go to Andrew's probably did not have to do with a mere game. She would have liked to think that he was in a hurry to get back to the carriage for her sake, but he didn't usually act this strange unless he had something to hide. Something to hide from her, no less. She narrowed her eyes at him slightly in suspicion, but then acquiesced. Whatever he was doing must be important. That was the reason they had come, after all. She couldn't be selfish. And though it hurt that his attention was pulled away from her, it was for a good reason, and it meant he wouldn't be worrying about her or suspecting her pregnancy. “I'll be quick,” she promised softly, for his benefit in spite of his ridiculous guise. Offering a smile to the little boy, she responded kindly, “It was no disturbance at all. Don't think twice about it.” She didn't want to embarrass him by reminding him that he needed the money; other street children who saw a carriage that clearly belonged to aristocrats would have run after it without so much as an apology to demand money. When she and Armand had been younger, they had done anything that they'd had to do to get by; she remembered those days, and she could empathize. She had been fortunate enough to become a famous actress, but that didn't mean that it stung any less when her brother was punished for falling in love with someone who was richer than they. Class distinctions still existed, and for that reason, Marguerite still longed for a republic. She watched the boy for a moment longer, giving a brief nod in response to his second round of thanks, before it appeared that he was walking away. "See? That took all of thirty seconds," she murmured to her husband, turning back to the carriage and settling herself inside. She exhaled and closed her eyes for a moment. The smells of the street were beginning to bother her, and after helping the boy, she began to think again of her own unborn child. She was lost in thought. [/style]<33

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[SIR PERCIVAL BLAKENEY]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #2e2e2e; width:430px; height:550px; padding:0px;] I hear the words you want to say Come meet my eyes one moment more Our eyes are different than before TAGGED: Margo, Max There were many skills Percy prided himself on, in fact he was rather vain about his abilities. He certainly enjoyed bragging to Andrew, about how he had brilliantly extorted information from some unsuspecting stranger. Oh Percy loved to tell a good story! Heck, Margo had been subjected to many a tale. If he was feeling particularly creative, he would spend his spare moments writing short poems to use as entertainment at social gatherings. Yes, Percy was one for the dramatics; his wife wasn’t the only actor in the family. She’d be quick…Quick? Lord, the woman had no idea of the meaning of the word. Percy’s eyes swept back to the carriage as Margo gave the boy some coins, the driver was an old acquaintance of Percy’s so he had no concerns that the driver would abandon them there. Percy didn’t care much as to whether Maxi accepted the coins or not, so long as he kept up appearances, he was happy. Percy could not help but notice, although his wife was still her spirited self, there was a slight tinge of tiredness around her eyes. Percy had not forgotten his wife’s earlier moment; Percy hid his concern as she spoke again. ‘It may have only taken thirty seconds me dear, alas! I fear they may be thirty seconds taken from my game of hazard!’ Percy exclaimed, following his wife back towards the carriage and assisting her as she entered its confines. He was aware that Maxi was still waiting nearby, and he paused in order to adjust his cravat, his left hand sweeping behind him. An invitation for the boy to place any note he wanted to give Percy in his hand. The boy was stealthy and so Percy was hopeful he would manage the changeover reasonably well. Percy’s blue eyes watched, Margos eyes close, she seemed distracted almost bothered by something. Although the moment was perfect for Percy and Maxi, he was damned curious as to what was going on with his wife. He couldn’t help, but fear she was very unwell. He knew that an outbreak of Cholera, was making its way across Europe…but she couldn’t have that…there was very little opportunity for her to pick up such an illness. Percy couldn’t help, but fear the worst. He always feared the worst, then there was little chance of heartbreak. <3

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[maximiliennoelvier]

[atrb=border,0,true] [/style][style=width: 450px; background-color: ffffff; text-align:center; padding: 8px; line-height: 10px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: 000000;][style=background-image:url(http://i47.tinypic.com/33capw3.jpg); width: 252px; height: 138px; float: left; margin-top:10px;] WHEN'S IT GONNA END, HOW WE GONNA LIVE, SOMETHIN'S GOTTA HAPPEN NOW, SOMETHIN'S GOTTA GIVE [/style][style=width: 252px; height: 26px; float: left; margin-top:10px] made by historyofus of caution It seemed to have worked to his advantage at least, while the boy had not expected it to happen like this at all, it was going to end up stopping him from doing what he came there to do, it was just he had not prepared for it so many thoughts had been rushing through his mind, that he had not stopped to think. It's a good thing I look Like a gamin, otherwise running after a carriage could of gone rather wrong as my aristocratic self not to mention odd. In the end though everything had fitted into place, there had been no need for a heavily thought out plan or anything like that. Percy’s wife had stopped the carriage and given the boy money as simple as that, nothing stressful nothing big and certainly nothing seemed to happen that could alert Percy’s wife to what was going on, that though was something that remained to be seen. I have no idea how observant she is, this might go all wrong I have never met her I don't really know her, I’ll just have to see what happens. Max needed to stop that, he needed to be sure of himself if he was going to do this right and not mess it up, breathing exercise’s might work. At her response to his thank you he beamed at her widely, it was nice to see someone from the aristocracy, who would be willing to help the poor, there were just so few who would do such a thing. Max himself being such a person out of the many few who actually did care about what happened on the streets, the student Courf being another a secret that was certainly staying safe with max. Percy the boy was not sure about, did he care for what happened to the poor? He could ask the man at some point but that was in no way going to endear him to Percy not one Jot. He certainly cared about the aristocracy, but the people in general now that was an area Max was not sure about, an area that would as said a second ago again be best left in the not to be talked about box. As He started to walk away towards Percy to give him the information and then be on his merry way, he quickly glanced back over at Percy's wife she seemed saddened and preoccupied, was she all right? He hoped so he would hate for something to have happened to a kind soul such as she. If she was not well he wished her a speedy recovery, not out loud but in his head. Least it made her happy even for a fleeting moment to help out what looked like a poor penniless child on the street. Hearing Percy speak once more almost caused the gamin to stop in his tracks. He held in a laugh and giggle, Max did not know why but to him Percy speaking was just amusing, he knew that laughing would not be appreciated or he at least expected so. Making Sure the letter was still there Max made to walk near Percy's other side the one furthest from the carriage, so that his wife was less likely to see anything going on, Percy would be in the way. Not that it mattered she seemed to be heavily occupied with something, which meant it was the perfect time to give the letter. The letter which detailed a few things that Max's friend Courf had told him, of course with a lot left out, he was not going to cause trouble for Les Amis just help the league in its quest to help the aristocrats, that were getting themselves in trouble or were in the firing line. They do not need to know everything, I'm not going to get Courf or any of his friends in trouble no way, I believe very much in what they stand for. Within the letter was also some names of a few aristocrats, one such was the Lady Niamh Crowley who he had run into a few days ago, there were a few other names but Niamh was one of ones he had been most worried about after what happened to her. Once close enough Max took the letter out and placed it carefully into his hand as not to make a sound, though something told him with his wife so preoccupied she might not hear a sound or if she did, she at least would brush it off. Max was relived once it was in Percy's hand it meant it was over and done with and the gamin could go back to whatever it was he was doing. The Boy had a lot of options as he began to walk off, follow after the two boys and give them the money meant as a kind deed, stay In Calais some more or find a way back to Paris. It was then that the boy Stopped and finally, finally took in where he actually was, there was adventure to be had here, lots of it. Looking around he suddenly broke into a huge grin more to himself, he tipped his cap to Percy and walked off, the Gamin picked up speed, and with Joy in his heart and no destination in mind the boy took off to explore the streets, to seek adventure, no plans just the world and Max. I will be back in Paris soon enough, can't keep me away, there is someone I cannot wait to see again, however at this very moment is not the time, for now another day another adventure.

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