A Monster in Paris

owo ovo? o^o?? uwu [[independent rp blog for francoeur from a monster in paris c: just a note that he'll usually just make little noises like 'uwu' or 'ovo', as making the same faces as the little emoticons. so he's really just trying to communicate. nvn ALSO: he cannot use a computer; so all interactions are in person. please also read the ooc + rules; thank you! ;u;]]

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[kindheartedflea]

*foot on face* ♪♫OTHER, I HAVE FOUND ANOTHER ONE OF US. LET US INVITE HIM TO DINNER.♪♫

[kindheartedflea]

um, excuse me but do you have a Lucille RPer yet?

yeah! her url is laseineandi

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He was glad to hear the other also wanted to leave the premises. Besides, he was getting rather tired of standing around and being stared at. The creature nodded to the other in response in what he said and looked around, in hopes to search for a place to seek refuge until the night.

♪♫I suggest a building I currently reside, from the people that fear us it is where I hide. It is not to far from here, but I cannot promise it is not bleak.♪♫

He sang the last part in a rather depressing tone, but what was he to do? Nothing for not, at least he was no longer alone. He jumped up high into the air and landed on a nearby roof, looking back at the other and signaling him to come along.

[kindheartedflea]

Being stared at could easily unnerve anyone, even if what was staring at them was smaller than they. Though it seemed the larger the being staring at you, the more unsettling it was. This thought kept him seemingly absentminded until he realized that the other had jumped and wanted him to do so himself, of which he did before he continued his singing.

"The way I know not, but you know where to go, so I’ll simply follow. Bleak or not, it is fine as long as it isn’t where one could gawk and gaze upon our duet." 

[monstredeparis-blog]

As he led the other away from the lively streets, screaming and panicking began as usual. This time, he would only be able to leave alone or at night unless absolutely necessary to travel by day. He easily let the noise be subsided from his thoughts and they went to a more dreary, greyer part of the colorful surroundings of Paris.

Only making a few clicks and chirps to himself he finally landed down in a rather small alley way. Walking over trash and cloth that had been laid there, he traveled quickly from one end to another. Wishing that it was not covered overhead by a makeshift roof top, this was the only way to go.

[kindheartedflea]

He landed close behind the other, and was quick to continuing to follow, making small little clicks himself to the tune of a simple piano song. Every truly cultured music student knows it. They must learn their scales and their arpeggios. Bring the music ringing from your chest and not your nose, while you sing your scales and your arpeggios....

Wait. What.

Oh well. He continued to follow, looking at his surroundings. he wondered if there were any alley cats around.

[kindheartedflea]

> It seemed as if that kind of thing was applicable to most every person or creature that didn’t necessarily use words but certainly used facial expressions to get messages across. You also had to admit you were pretty adorable. Then again it’s difficult for people to see that you’re cute when they more focus on the fact you’re a ‘monster’, as the newspapers used to say.

[hasnowmoved-deactivated20141019]

"You are rather tall…" The Handmaid mused after a momentary silence, her eyes looking over him with an almost child-like curiosity; she, when compared to him, was rather short, even with her impressive ram-like horns. “-And shelled, too! Like an insect, hm? I would imagine you are a mutant, then,” She added, a smile gracing her crimson-painted lips, her words intelligent yet jumbled and blurred together. She was excited, rather so, at her discovery of him.

[kindheartedflea]

He did happen to be so. He was at least 1000 times his normal size. Bugs in general were small, but don't even get him started on how tiny fleas are. Except he didn't know what she meant by 'mutant'. More like 'accidental science experiment'. Shh. Accidental science is fun science sometimes. Until some of the stuff wears off and you're suddenly tiny again.

[majestaetischgnadenlos-deactiva]

"To bay honest, there isn´t any warning aboat what happens if you start playing it. So we were hardly prepared foar what came onto us."

Aranea´s fins dropped as she explained all that - it brought back old memories, good as well as bad ones.

[kindheartedflea]

It still didn't make any more sense to him. Why would you just go and play a game you knew nothing about? At least learn the rules before you go on and attempt it. 

Unless someone is trying to teach you THROUGH play.

But if there wasn't anything about it, he supposed it'd be best to just leave it alone.

[thedemonzion-deactivated2014120]

She laughs to herself. “I only know, like, two words.. and they aren’t very nice words..”

[kindheartedflea]

> You sort of look around a little bit before letting out a sort of chuckle.

[thedemonzion-deactivated2014120]

She gives a smile. “You may not say a lot, but you’re pretty cool.”

[kindheartedflea]

> You smile again and make a wee cooing noise.

[kindheartedflea]

+2

[kindheartedflea]

It took him a moment before he quickly pulled out his guitar from (seemingly) nowhere. Francoeur then started to play a tune as he explained his work as a musical performer with his friend Lucille.

[snipingshepherdarchive-blog]

Cinna watched and listened to him with interest. Laughing brightly when he was done. “So you do music! You’re very talented.” She mused. Walking along beside him. They’d passed one station. Only one more to go. Just two blocks up from where they were now.

[kindheartedflea]

He smiled and nodded when she noted his work in music. He had indeed been very talented. It had more come to him when he'd been affected by the two potions that made him into the creature man he was now.

[thedemonzion-deactivated2014120]

"Of course, sign language can work too… but a lot of people don’t know it." She shrugs a bit.

[kindheartedflea]

> You shrug. You also don’t know sign language, or at least a lot of it. You know maybe a few words but that’s it.

[thedemonzion-deactivated2014120]

She laughs to herself. “I only know, like, two words.. and they aren’t very nice words..”

[kindheartedflea]

> You sort of look around a little bit before letting out a sort of chuckle.

[kindheartedflea]

+2

[kindheartedflea]

She got lost sometimes? Looks like someone could use a map. It was easy to get lost in Paris though, he’d admit. Perhaps maybe one day she’d be able to sightsee. And maybe she’d manage to visit L’Oiseau Rare and watch him and Lucille sing together.

[snipingshepherdarchive-blog]

"So…uh—Monsieur Fancoeur, what is it you do for work?" She asked curiously. Was he a performer maybe? His clothes certainly suggested as much. 

[kindheartedflea]

It took him a moment before he quickly pulled out his guitar from (seemingly) nowhere. Francoeur then started to play a tune as he explained his work as a musical performer with his friend Lucille.

[kindheartedflea]

+4

[kindheartedflea]

Francoeur continued to add onto his song, explaining a small amount and maybe why he had problems with speaking but not singing.

"But before we go off on a tangent, see

In reality, I am not a man, but a flea.

Mad science took place with two chemical brews

An unstable super fertilizer

And one that made creatures able to sing tunes.

The bottles broke and they combined

Gravity dropped both upon me

And here now I be.

Having insectoid origin may explain my trouble with pronouncing

And the potion as to why I cannot speak but only sing.”

[timetravelinginformantsandmerc]

"That kinda sucks," Malice stated with crossed arms. Brows raised he looked their companion up and down. He wasn’t sure if he believed it our not, but the man didn’t appear to be lieing. 

Lazzy tilted her head, “I guess that makes sense.”

To a point it did, she was just confused on the how. How had their friend wound up under the potions? How had the potions been dropped on him? Eyes sparkling she asked, “Can we go see it?”

[kindheartedflea]

He shrugged and chirped a little. He didn't really mind being this size, since it was easier to interact with people. And not to mention it was easier to hear him sing.

Of which he sang in response to a question.

"What do you mean, mon amie?

What is it you wish to see?

The potions, or the laboratory?

I don't believe we can go right this moment

The Professor is busy, perhaps with a project

I don't think he'd like to be interrupted

So I'd think it best if we didn't." 

[kindheartedflea]

+1

[kindheartedflea]

]> You smile and wave back, making an arrangement of odd noises that seem to sound like you’re saying that your name is Francoeur.

[freneticcarcinomal-blog]

FR..

FRANCOEUR?

INTERESTING NAME YOU’VE GOT THERE.

NICE TO MEET YA.

[kindheartedflea]

> You chirp again and offer him one of your four hands.

> Which aren't exactly human ones, either. They only have 3 digits and happen to have a sort of blue carapace around them.

[majestaetischgnadenlos-deactiva]

"Sgrub is a game that shouldn't be called a game. Pike seariously. Sgrub can make you a god/goddess, but it most likely kills you with it's hard rules and playin structure. Monsters and many otter things are out there an after yoar ass. An if you win Sgrub - which is pretty fuckin hard to do boat possibubble - you an yoar friends an the itter players can cre8 a whole new universe the way YOU want it with the players as the gods."

[kindheartedflea]

He grew rather concerned as she continued to explain the game. Why, or more likely, HOW, would someone create a game like that? Francoeur didn't exactly have a computer, nor did he know how to operate one, or what one even looked like, so he grew even more confused as to why anyone would want to play SGRUB. 

[invisiblewestergard]

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+2

[kindheartedflea]

Francoeur nodded. He supposed so, since he didn’t really remember much from when he was on Charles the monkey and assistant botanist. All he remembered was fur fur fur skin fur fur fur skin GLASS POTION EXPLOSION WEIRD LIGHTS PURPLE GAS.

If that was really his whole life, a majority of it had been in the same building.

[snipingshepherdarchive-blog]

She smiled a bit, “I just came here, I’m working a job and it’s my…second time in Paris? Though I don’t really get to sight-see. I still tend to get lost from time to time.” She chuckled, hoping her prattling wasn’t boring or annoying him. Maybe she should stop talking.

[kindheartedflea]

She got lost sometimes? Looks like someone could use a map. It was easy to get lost in Paris though, he'd admit. Perhaps maybe one day she'd be able to sightsee. And maybe she'd manage to visit L'Oiseau Rare and watch him and Lucille sing together.

[majestaetischgnadenlos-deactiva]

Aranea listened to his singed questions, before answering. "Dream bubbles, frond. It's kind of a place. It's the afterlife, the place where trolls go to after they died during the game of Sgrub. They really are far far away. And they give the dead trolls the possibility to relive certain moments in their lifes, if they remember them."

[kindheartedflea]

He tilted his head. Sgrub didn't sound like a very fun or safe game to him, and it piqued his interest, and he proceeded to inquire about the game. He wondered if there actually were grubs in it and why.

"SGRUB, seem it be a game, but not a safe one.

What happens in SGRUB, what is its sense?

What does one achieve once a player has won?

What happens when one loses, what happens next?

I assume they goeth to the bubbles you spoke of,

But what would kill a troll in the game SGRUB?"

[kindheartedflea]

+1

freneticcarcinomal

> You sort of stare at the odd looking human for a minute or two before you chirp a hello.

[freneticcarcinomal-blog]

» What. Even. You stare back and furrow your brow after the chirp, shutting your mouth like a civil human being to reply.

UH. HEY.

MY NAME’S KARKAT.

[kindheartedflea]

> You smile and wave back, making an arrangement of odd noises that seem to sound like you're saying that your name is Francoeur.