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[ He's dreaming. He has to be.

But even once Valmont's done rubbing his eyes in disbelief, they're still there. All twelve talismans, lined up nice and neat on his nightstand.

Well then. He still doesn't know what's going on with this world, but if it brought the talismans here, to him... he might not dislike it quite so much as he did before.

And so, if you see a guy this weekend levitating around town, occasionally shooting fire out of his hands and/or laser beams out of his eyes, and looking giddier than anyone here has ever seen him... Well. That's probably V. Feel free to talk to him/try to keep him from blowing up something of yours. He's in a good mood. He might listen. ]

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[ Well. When he'd started the day, he hadn't exactly expected that he'd be taking a break from his destructive rampage to have a nice sit-down chat with the country of France. But all that blowing things up does rather tend to make one hungry... ]

Do you know, I think I'd like that. But make it tea, if you would. [ Coffee, really. The drink of commoners and Americans. ]

[France smiles graciously, turning to head back inside.]

Of course. We have a selection. Do you have a preference?

[He opens the door, holding it for Valmont and waving a hand towards the empty tables.]

Please be seated.

Earl Grey, if you don't mind. Or whatever this world's equivalent is thereof. [ Clamperl Grey? He doesn't know. He just wants some decent black tea, okay.

Valmont sizes up the tables and opts for what looks like the least charred one. Let's just pretend he didn't blow this place all to hell a minute ago. ]

[France's face screws up. Cue fussiness.]

You're in for a disappointment. There's no Bergamot orange here, so, while the tea itself is actually quite nice, it's not the right balance of flavour. I'll bring you the tins of a few of our tea selection. Just a moment.

[He disappears briefly into the kitchen, putting together a tea tray, grabbing the relevant tea tins, and selecting one of the croissants he'd baked about an hour ago. He puts it on a plate and grabs a selection of jams and preserves as well as room temperature butter.]

[He rejoins Valmont with all of this, setting the tray on the table with the tea tins closest to Valmont.]

Clamperl Grey is what is closest probably to Earl Grey, but I don't find the orange flavour pleasing personally, although it's quite popular even so. Typically, I find the unblended leaves here to be quite good. I like the Dragonair first flush personally, but if you're looking for something a bit sweeter, go with the second flush.

No Earl Grey? I've changed my mind. This world is hell after all. [ He sighs dramatically and slumps forward onto the table. Valmont takes his tea very seriously.

He revives somewhat when France brings out the selection, though, studying the tins intently. ] Of course they all have bloody stupid names... I'll defer to your tastes, I suppose. First flush it is.

[ He gives another sigh, looking at the talisman still clutched in his left hand. ] Why couldn't one of these have been the tea-summoning talisman? [ It'd be a lot more useful than astral projection, that's for sure. ]

[France chuckles at that Hell comment, but there's a brief light in his eyes that belies something akin to nervousness before he blinks and it disappears. He inclines his head to the choice of tea and goes about making it at the table with the well-designed contents on the tea tray. He barely needs to pay attention to the motions, though, the act of making tea so familiar that France is able to follow Valmont's gaze to the talisman.]

Are there different powers associated with different talismans?

[He places the teacup and saucer in front of Valmont along with an individual tea strainer, the pot of tea just above. The croissant finds its way just above the folks on the table setting. France takes the seat across the table.]

How many are there?

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Twelve, and yes, they've all got different powers. Some of them are absolutely bloody useless, though. Hang on - [ He rummages through his pockets, eventually locating the sheep talisman, which he holds out for France to see. ] Astral projection. When am I ever going to need to use that, I ask you!

[ He acknowledges the tea, but doesn't pour a cup yet; better to let it steep a bit longer. He does, however, help himself to the croissant. Destruction is hungry work. ]

This is quite decent, you know. You made it?

[France raises an amused eyebrow. My, you're a difficult one to please.]

Yes, I did. You won't find a better croissant in this world.

[His expression shifts into a mischievous expression as he motions with his forefinger in a circular motion to the sheep talisman.]

I would say that astral projection is very useful. More so than those other two that are destructive, even. The possibility of being able to go somewhere you physically aren't: it is the wish of spies everywhere. Are there limits to these talismans' abilities?

[ Look, in Valmont-speak, "quite decent" is the equivalent of "awesome". It's a really good croissant. ]

You make a good point. I suppose I tend to think of these things in terms of their combat capabilities. Sneaking around has never really been my style. [ Still, he's eyeing the talisman reflectively. France has put the thing in a new light for him. ]

I haven't found much in the way of limits, though I've had limited time to test them. I do know that this one [ he indicates the sheep talisman again ] won't let you take over anyone's body if they happen to be in it at the time. Thank god. [ Possession: nope nope nope.

Deciding that it's probably been long enough, he pours himself a cup of tea, adding scrupulously measured amounts of milk and sugar. One has to do these things properly, after all. ]

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