Valmont (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
whitehairedprettyboy) wrote2014-11-28 05:58 pm
whitehairedprettyboy) wrote2014-11-28 05:58 pm
02 $$ [action for anywhere] (fourth wall!)
[ 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. ]
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. ]
[Action]
Ah! [ Valmont might have carried on, but upon recognizing who exactly it is brandishing a rolling pin at him, he lowers his blasting hand. ] Mr... Francis, isn't it? I'm so glad we could finally meet. I wasn't aware you were a baker.
[ Please, don't mind the destruction all around him. It's casual chat time! ]
[Action]
Where did you learn that name? I haven't introduced myself as Francis in a long time.
[He stopped doing that as it caused too much confusion, and the people who called him that have nearly all left this place.]
[Action]
[Action]
Oh, yes. Ivan.
[He lowers the rolling pin, his free hand coming up to cup his cheek as he smiles, more than a little wistfully.]
He does look so much like Russia.
[He laughs a little, shaking his head.]
No, it isn't very original, but it's not like I named myself. It's perfectly fine for you to call me either: I was just surprised.
[His expression quirks and he motions back to the restaurant that has noticeable damage.]
It's not everyday you're interrupted by--well, whatever it is you were doing.
[Action]
Ah, yes. Well. I do apologize. Certainly if I had known this were your restaurant, I would have refrained from damaging it. [ And he means it. He does respect France, as much as he respects anyone. ] But I can pay you back, if you like. With powers like these, I doubt acquiring more money shall be very much of a problem.
[Action]
I would say so.
[He waves a hand dismissively.]
Oh, no, don't bother; this isn't mine. This is just where I'm working at the moment while Envy and I are in town. Not that I need to work, but, well, something to do, which is why I was even bothering with making puff pastry by hand.
[He taps the rolling pin against the end of hem of the apron he's wearing.]
This sort of thing happens occasionally. You're likely to loose your powers again in a day or so when they put things back to whatever counts as right in this place. So -
[He points the rolling pin at Valmont, suddenly and bizarrely regal in stance.]
If you're planning to "acquire" money with them, you'd better start thinking about targets.
[France, your moral compass is showing.]
[Action]
...Wait. You're telling me this isn't permanent?
[ So all the people he's pissed off during the course of this rampage, everyone whose property he's destroyed - this is going to end, sooner or later, and he's going to have to deal with all of them? ]
Bugger.
[ He says this with feeling as he floats dejectedly downward. Suddenly he doesn't feel quite so much like using his powers right now. ]
[Action]
No, it's not. It's bound to be -
[He makes a vague motion ending in a shrug.]
Whatever it is that turns us all effectively human will be reinstated. It's always disconcerting.
[He doesn't sound particularly upset about it, more just somewhat annoyed.]
I take it that you are actually human, though? You have usually held your current form?
[Action]
You wouldn't... know somewhere I could lie low for a bit, would you?
[Action]
Would you like to come in for some coffee and a fresh croissant?
[Action]
Do you know, I think I'd like that. But make it tea, if you would. [ Coffee, really. The drink of commoners and Americans. ]
[Action]
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.
[Action]
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. ]
[Action]
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.
[Action]
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. ]
[Action]
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?
[Action]
[ 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?
[Action]
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?
[Action]
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. ]