asgardeventide | ✖ 002, S.O.S.

[Greetings, Asgard! Your bonafide Bonnefoy seems to be well and situated in Freya by now, which is a good thing. His greeting, however, is mildly er, nonexistent and he sounds almost up to his eyeballs in unsures.]

I have ah-- [he pauses, looking at something off-screen rather critically; those fine features and MANLY STUBBLE crinkling in distaste as if he just imagined his mother naked and frolicking with Rome... Which he'd had the misfortune of seeing once, actually--] Now, mes amis! I am not a judgmental man. [He just lies like a rug]

Mais-- Well, I could not help but notice the overwhelming amount of English that have been brought as fellow Traveler to Asgard.

[The hidden, or not so hidden message is I am DROWNING in the ENGLISH. Send help. ]

I am just wondering if there is a reason for this favoritism, hm? Why not say-- the French? If they wanted their city to be colorful again my culture is much more familiar with the expression. No offense, hm? Consider it a case of being homesick...

[He smiles, disarmingly, perhaps, fumbling with his pack of cigarettes before flicking the transmission off. WAY TO LITERALLY OFFEND HALF OF ASGARD, FRANCIS.]

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[She laughs again, nodding as she does]

It's true! Hey, but maybe they just don't know any better? Who knows, maybe you letting them know means that everyone from now on would be French...?

Ah, my dear. That is a bit of wishful thinking that I am weary of hoping for. Knowing my luck every other Traveler will be a hooligan... [tragic sigh; perhaps now would be a good time to bring the conversation back to her, eh?]

How have you been? Well, I am hoping?

[Which she is glad to take, since talking about herself is something she can do with ease. She is not self-centered at all, nope.]

Well enough, I guess... [Diva looks thoughtful, since she's actually been pretty busy, but that's sort of normal.] Definitely busy! It's kind of strange, since I really don't have anything that I have to do. Just keeping up with people I meet here is enough.

[That'a girl. Self-centered is a-okay in Fran's book. Well, certainly not the biggest sin in the grand list of tomfoolery that is]

Ah, you are being a social butterfly. Excellent. Anything interesting that is of -- well, how do I put this? Concern? Yes.

[BRB HE WANTS TO GOSSIP B(]

[Somebody wants to gossip with her?? Gasp! What a kindred spirit.]

Ah, well... [Diva looks thoughtful, like she's considering if it's alright to gossip, but that's entirely an act. As soon as he asked, she already had a mental list of people to mention.]

Well, if I were to be honest, there are quite a few people. I mean, I've made quite a few friends, or at least people who are interesting to talk to, but there's a few of them that aren't as charming. Like there's this girl, Euri and she's this rude, albino witch! You know, she actually bragged to me about someone she slept with? Isn't that crass...? Ah, but she's not very much of a lady, so of course she doesn't know any better. I almost feel bad for her, that she feels the need to do something like that... Isn't that something that really insecure people do? Especially since it's just over a guy...

[All of this gossip basically rolls off her tongue, but she still keeps a sweet and charming smile]

Ah... How rude of me! I think I said a bit too much, maybe. But it's really troubling, you know, that there are so many people here that are so rude. Euri is really just the beginning...

[Which is her cue for him to ask for more, of course]

[So here he is, puffing away in the most casual way making a few sounds appropriate for the conversation. "OH NO SHE DI'NT"s, only French and therefore classier, really. Leaning forward, because he is an engaging conversationalist ~~gossip~~ really, he offered his two cents ~~He does this invited or not...~~:]

That is rather unfortunate. As a gentleman I employ a policy of avoiding this tolerance for ah, kissing and telling, hm? [He needs a drink to balance out all the other vises he's enjoying at this moment. Fran hasn't pickled himself silly since that first night here. Ah well. Sacrifices!] You see, it shows a certain neglect of respect for your partner and that is NO GOOD. Perhaps she is a little insecure?

[shrugging, he returns an easy smile for her charm]

You know what they say, my dear. Kill them with kindness and maybe they will bore of being rude. [Mutter:] In most cases-- some are just born ingrates. I am no stranger, of course, to dealing with rude people. It just takes a little patience-- You must be better than stepping to their level.

[Oh, do go on.]

[She feels as if she's accomplished something by being able to gossip and having someone agree with her, so that smile is marginally less sweet. But luckily, his advice offers an easy transition to the next set of people on her list]

Oh, I would kill them with kindness, but you know, it's really very hard when they actually want to kill you! Even Euri does, but she's too much of a coward to really do anything about it. How lucky for me, right?

[She chuckles, but forces her expression to look more somber and vulnerable and less... sadistically excited]

But there's a few people who aren't really cowards at all, and they're the ones that are scary. Would you believe that an angel has already killed me here? It's not very angelic at all.

What?! [Not that the danger of nasty things being here is a foreign concept, considering those fae--] Darling, what have you been doing to make such enemies?

Ah...

[She draws back from the camera a bit, looking surprised. When she thinks about it, she's not even really sure why she's surprised, since of course that was a bit extreme for what most people are used to. It seems like the easiest thing to do is to just tell the truth, in this case,]

It's that I'm not human, basically. I'm a... Well, it's easiest to just say that I'm a vampire. We're a bit more than that, but that's the easy explanation.

[LOLWUTYOU'RENOTSPARKLING. /brb, kicking away the America muse...

Now then! That's interesting... and for your honesty accept a questioning look.]

Consider this a first time-- I have encountered many people in my time but none that claimed to be a vampire. Then again, I am an idea shaped like a [horribly attractive, humble--] man so really, there are stranger things.

[Does this look like the face of a man that cares about being nibbled at? NOPE.]

Is it customary for everyone that dies here to come back? That is wholly convenient if it is...

Not that I ah, expect to find myself in need, yes?

[It's a good reaction, and one that she quite appreciates. It was so tiring when people dwelt too much on what she was. Besides, he had the sense to focus on what was really interesting about that anyways, in her opinion. The smile returns with warmth, and she shrugs slightly]

I don't know if it's customary... I haven't heard of anyone else dying, so who knows? If it isn't, I guess I'm just lucky.

[But—to return to the interesting thing that he said,] Hey, but what do you mean, an idea shaped like a man? I don't really understand, I'm afraid.

You should share some of that luck with the more ah, companionable sorts among us, ouais? [And by "among us" he means himself. Ickle desire for self-preservation and a new found mortality makes Francis an itchy boy.]

Well, I am a nation. France, to be specific, though I have been called by different names-- [Oh, and he's not referring to all the colorful ones he's been called in the past and certainly not 'surrender monkey' because hell, where'd THAT come from?] A personification. See, I have appeared to be a twenty-six year old man for the past century or so.

A nation?

[The look of curiosity is very genuine, and not at all faked for once. It's a very strange concept to wrap her head around. How does that even work? But luckily Diva really isn't much of a thinker, so she can just sort of accept it as something very strange. It's not like she's normal herself.]

...Ah, what should I call you, then? Just "France?" [clearly this is the most important thing to address, yes]

[Hey, he doesn't know how it works out either. One day, they simply exist and go on from there. God, he was a teenager forever though-- can you IMAGINE how bad THAT was? Uck. Bad.

Have a thoughtful look, Diva.]

Well, my name is France, though along the line more human names developed. For ease to some, as it were. It depends on whether or not you wish to call me for what I am or Francis.

[CLEARLY WAS APPEASING THE ENGLISH WITH THAT. B( The nicer French folk go for Francois.]

✖ 002, S.O.S.

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