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General Jean Baptiste Kleber Roleplay blog Semi-historical Asks open

[le-dieu-mars]

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Wilkommen to my Chaillot residence. I am the (retired) General Jean-Baptiste Kleber, and this is the front-desk of my existence here on this hellsite ah, um, internet. This is a roleplay blog, and by no means should be taken seriously.

Here, in my home, you will occasionally find the following close friends of mine:

Francois Etienne de Damas: My most intimate friend and confidant, Etienne has been with me since 1793.

Francois August de Damas: Etienne's little brother, a man 20 years my junior. He aids Etienne in day to day affairs and is usually the first man one should contact if one wishes to correspond with me or my companions.

General Jean-Victor-Marie Moreau: Victor is here while his home in Passy undergoes some construction work supervised by my half-brother, Xavier.

Francois-Severin Marceau: Sev is here because he is. He was one of my closest companions and friends since the Vendee; I have recently found him in this afterlife and I am loath to release him. He will visit me from time to time, yet he has his own residence with his fiancee (oh? wife now? Wife then it is!) Agathe de Prestre-Chateaugiron; I am friends with her and her mother, the Countess.

There will be occasional visits from other friends from my merry band, such as Jean Baptiste Strolz and Francois de Beurrmann - two close companions of Etienne and members of the staff during my Rhine campaigns.

Of course, I cannot forget my dearest and closest companion, the woman of my heart, Madame DuQuay... now Madame Kleber. She is not from our afterlife, yet a living companion who has found her way across time to... soothe this old lion's roar. Unless I screw up. She scares me... Ah... um... yes, yes, well...

I shall not engage in any sort of questions in my ask box that are rude, insinuating, or otherwise vulgar concerning my companions or my wife.

You may ask me questions about my career, about my past, and other events in history with ease; do be aware that I am a man who does not suffer fools gladly and there are times poking the bear is not advisable.

Oh, and absolutely NO GLUE OR ADHESIVE JOKES. I KNOW WHAT MY NAME MEANS IN GERMAN AND THAT IS NOT COOL.

[le-dieu-mars]

[[I assume this is after the whole seal and animal issue has been solved so]]

Hey Damas psst you awake? i know its like...3 am or 4 am? I can't tell how time works here but I uh...I can't sleep...

[I'm just going to go with it because I lost the track of where we were going with the seal RP anyway lol] "NNNGGGGH.... what is it, Bradley? You know where the water is... and the cups.... I'm .... we were celebrating Madame's birthday and all three of us are a bit drunk...."

[waifu-napoleon]

remember those old crack videos on youtube? we love those so we decided to make our own. waiting for a copyright claim lol

[theironmarshal]

you don't actually hate me, right davout? you don't have to like me, or anything, you really don't, but it's not very nice to say you hate me.

which one is this. is this ney? hm. no I don't hate you. I guess. you're alright, you're better than most. (Murat) You're not...TOTALLY incompetent I suppose. and you..have nice..eyes..I guess...

[br4vestofthebr4ve]

weird of you to assume this was me. weirdo. why would i ever go out of my way to message you. it’s not like i like you or anything.

[theironmarshal]

I just. assumed asshole. is it against the law to do that now? hmmf. shouldn't you be hiding in a corner somewhere?

[br4vestofthebr4ve]

shouldn’t you be out growing hair or something? you, um, bald… um… i’m not very good at this…

[theironmarshal]

is that seriously all you have for a comeback? jesus, ney, I'm surprised you made it this far with Napoleon, he can be quite cruel, No? well you probably just did what you did best, cowered and ran to your wife like you always do. I'm not surprised in the least.

[br4vestofthebr4ve]

i… i wasn’t being… serious… :(

[theironmarshal]

hmmf. well i didn't know that did I? at least..tell me somehow. I cant tell when you're joking, idiot. I still meant what I said. try harder next time, Marshal.

[br4vestofthebr4ve]

:( davout you said you didn’t hate me…

[theironmarshal]

i don't hate you. never have. that factor didn't change. you just. frustrate me sometimes, Ney. that's all. nothing else. drop it.

[le-dieu-mars]

BOYS. That will do. You, Davout - go back to Desaix and Bonaparte, that Corsican Runt. Michel - I told you not to mess with any of Bonaparte's creatures, now didn't I, son?

[br4vestofthebr4ve]

…right. you did. you did.

[le-dieu-mars]

I don't know what you boys got up to after I was.... dealt with if you catch my drift, but - don't start none, won't be none is what I say.

[theironmarshal]

you don't actually hate me, right davout? you don't have to like me, or anything, you really don't, but it's not very nice to say you hate me.

which one is this. is this ney? hm. no I don't hate you. I guess. you're alright, you're better than most. (Murat) You're not...TOTALLY incompetent I suppose. and you..have nice..eyes..I guess...

[br4vestofthebr4ve]

weird of you to assume this was me. weirdo. why would i ever go out of my way to message you. it’s not like i like you or anything.

[theironmarshal]

I just. assumed asshole. is it against the law to do that now? hmmf. shouldn't you be hiding in a corner somewhere?

[br4vestofthebr4ve]

shouldn’t you be out growing hair or something? you, um, bald… um… i’m not very good at this…

[theironmarshal]

is that seriously all you have for a comeback? jesus, ney, I'm surprised you made it this far with Napoleon, he can be quite cruel, No? well you probably just did what you did best, cowered and ran to your wife like you always do. I'm not surprised in the least.

[br4vestofthebr4ve]

i… i wasn’t being… serious… :(

[theironmarshal]

hmmf. well i didn't know that did I? at least..tell me somehow. I cant tell when you're joking, idiot. I still meant what I said. try harder next time, Marshal.

[br4vestofthebr4ve]

:( davout you said you didn’t hate me…

[theironmarshal]

i don't hate you. never have. that factor didn't change. you just. frustrate me sometimes, Ney. that's all. nothing else. drop it.

[le-dieu-mars]

BOYS. That will do. You, Davout - go back to Desaix and Bonaparte, that Corsican Runt. Michel - I told you not to mess with any of Bonaparte's creatures, now didn't I, son?

[theironmarshal]

hmmmmfh. fine. don't expect me to follow all your little commands, Kléber. but FINE.

[le-dieu-mars]

Louis-nicolas. I am six and a half feet tall and 280 pounds. NOTHING I do is little.

Damas: Except me. GOTVERDAMMI ETIENNE! Damas: What?

[theironmarshal]

you don't actually hate me, right davout? you don't have to like me, or anything, you really don't, but it's not very nice to say you hate me.

which one is this. is this ney? hm. no I don't hate you. I guess. you're alright, you're better than most. (Murat) You're not...TOTALLY incompetent I suppose. and you..have nice..eyes..I guess...

[br4vestofthebr4ve]

weird of you to assume this was me. weirdo. why would i ever go out of my way to message you. it’s not like i like you or anything.

[theironmarshal]

I just. assumed asshole. is it against the law to do that now? hmmf. shouldn't you be hiding in a corner somewhere?

[br4vestofthebr4ve]

shouldn’t you be out growing hair or something? you, um, bald… um… i’m not very good at this…

[theironmarshal]

is that seriously all you have for a comeback? jesus, ney, I'm surprised you made it this far with Napoleon, he can be quite cruel, No? well you probably just did what you did best, cowered and ran to your wife like you always do. I'm not surprised in the least.

[br4vestofthebr4ve]

i… i wasn’t being… serious… :(

[theironmarshal]

hmmf. well i didn't know that did I? at least..tell me somehow. I cant tell when you're joking, idiot. I still meant what I said. try harder next time, Marshal.

[br4vestofthebr4ve]

:( davout you said you didn’t hate me…

[theironmarshal]

i don't hate you. never have. that factor didn't change. you just. frustrate me sometimes, Ney. that's all. nothing else. drop it.

[le-dieu-mars]

BOYS. That will do. You, Davout - go back to Desaix and Bonaparte, that Corsican Runt. Michel - I told you not to mess with any of Bonaparte's creatures, now didn't I, son?

[sunsolii]

Made a lil something for our half French-Scottish boi Macdonald since he doesn't get that much attention from the community

[teenpoleon]

fuck i actually love junot oh my god OH MY GOD

[general-junot]

printing this out and sticking it to the wall so you can’t gaslight me anymore 😠

[teenpoleon]

im not gaslighting you at ALL. i actually just think you're useful for the army🙄🙄

[le-dieu-mars]

*sits down with Damas with a bowl of popcorn* "You seein' this, blondin?" "Yup. Here we go again."

[perfectfeelings]

“Everything you say should be true, but not everything true should be said.”

— Voltaire

[jj-rousseau-official]

And what of sensibilities, emotions, and feelings, these impervious things, which are neither, as man might come to find, true, as they do not represent those things of reality but rather exist virtually in the mind and heart of good men, or false, as they cannot be disproven in another. You fail to illicit stories, pleasures, temptations all things that man desires are not facts: these are not truths.

[nightmarebluntrotationofhistory]

Maybe don’t mention your girlfriend’s withered nipples.

[le-dieu-mars]

Half of my knowledge is in not answering.

Damas: Sure, and perhaps you should have told Reubell the minute he put his foot outside the Directory, he'd have yours up his ass. Look, see - that *needed* to be said.

[le-dieu-mars]

Do not fret mortal! I can actually fix this!!

Opps...Maybe not...Uh don't panic I CAN FIX THIS!

*from the quai, where Damas and DuQuay are trying to catch a large fat cat and a seal gleefully monching their way through the fishmarket.* HURRY THE HELL UP!!

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What the fuck is happening, I LEFT for TWO DAYS-Telamon

Damas: There you are! Your nephew is a seal, and someone turned Kleber into a cat!

*Said Kleber cat, sitting grumpily next to Madame DuQuay in a cone of shame, shaved of his mats in a lion cut.* (cone of shame not pictured lol)

DuQuay: He had mats, and fleas, and worms. He's lucky he still has his trouble puffs.

[featheredguilt]

....How did he-

Telamon let out a sigh as he rubbed his eyes from both frustration and exhaustion, great more issues he had to solve this held back his plans why'd this always have to happen

I can likely handle this; I will deal with 'fixing' you later; but first where is Brad anyways? Please don't tell me he decided to leave while you were all occupied with your little ahem...Issue.

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Damas: Where did he go? Don't tell me he wandered off! CRAP.

DuQuay: The Seine - he is probably on the banks of the Seine... *assorted fishmonger screaming* *Klebercat wriggling to be let down* *A large seal working his way through a bucket of fish, orping happily, Klebercat finally getting loose and pelting for the fish as well.* Damas AND DuQuay; FUCK!

[microcosme11]

Napoleon and his staff by Victor Huen, 1911

I believe all of the plates are also on wikimedia

[le-dieu-mars]

What the fuck is happening, I LEFT for TWO DAYS-Telamon

Damas: There you are! Your nephew is a seal, and someone turned Kleber into a cat!

*Said Kleber cat, sitting grumpily next to Madame DuQuay in a cone of shame, shaved of his mats in a lion cut.* (cone of shame not pictured lol)

DuQuay: He had mats, and fleas, and worms. He's lucky he still has his trouble puffs.

[le-dieu-mars]

Heere kitty kitty

Damas: DO NOT! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH A 25-POUND CAT SHITS?

OR EATS?

[le-dieu-mars]

@thehussargeneral

In truth, being sent around the Afterlife with messages and objectives is not a task Captain Fontaine is particularly fond of: he considers it a hussar's job, believing himself to have few of the qualities that make a good light cavalryman or a good candidate for such an assignment. But when General Lasalle insists, who is he to refuse a direct order? Even if he tried, he would find some reason or other. At least it is good exercise both for him and his mount, and he does at least have the company of one of the hussar officers he considers something close to a friend. He is a small, wiry man from the 5th Hussars with long black hair in the usual style and a well-groomed mustache, mounted on a lively chestnut with a bouncy trot.

Hussar: Do you think she's killed him yet?

Fontaine: I find it unlikely. She is fond of him, after all, despite the occasional poor decisions, and they have had some time apart now.

Hussar: Well, it won't be without consequence for him, I'm sure. That woman scares me.

Fontaine: Why?

The other man shrugs, having to look up slightly to see Fontaine's face, which is characteristically expressionless as always.

Hussar: Have you seen her? ... Right, nothing scares you because you're bulletproof, I knew that. Still, wouldn't want to be on the wrong side of her.

Fontaine rolls his eyes under the visor of his helmet as they pass into Kleber's domain at last.

Fontaine: I am only partially bulletproof, at range and in certain situations, and of course over a limited area. For protection against sabre blows and debris, however, the cuirass is greatly useful.

Hussar: Now, now, Captain Pedant. Better partially bulletproof than not, considering all the dents in it.

The conversation maintains the theme of gently teasing the cuirassier, which Fontaine has long accepted as an inevitability of existing among hussars, until they reach the house. At this point Fontaine dismounts, his companion holding onto his horse while he walks up to the door and knocks. He has learned to expect the unexpected in this Afterlife, even on mundane errands like this, and so wonders just what he will see this time.

General Damas answers the door, clad in a wrapper robe, red morocco slippers, breeches, a waistcoat and open-throat linen shirt, his hair undone, and under a floppy bonnet de police, very informal. "Well well, Capitaine Fontaine and... his companion. I do apologize, I am not Berthier and cannot remember everyone's name - what brings you here?"

From the distance, in the house, there is the sound of a cat yowling in absolute indignation, and Madame's voice, raised sharply. "YOU HAD WORMS! Take the damned pill, you hairy beast! I should have had you neutered when I had you at the vet's!"

[le-dieu-mars]

What the hell is this cray cray stuff going on now?

...People becoming animals now; yeah no something is surely going to get worse before it gets better.

I think I might know how to fix this ...situation Kleber's in though as long as you all trust me that is...After all he helped me so I think its time i return the favor.

Damas: Thank god. Because - not only does this CAT eat a CRAP ton of food.... he also fills the litter box with epic dumps.

Klebercat: *HISSSSSSSS*

[bubonic-trauma]

Right uh...If uncle Telamon were here he could fix this in the blink of an eye. Trust him to disappear when he's truly needed like he always does...

Brad sighed shaking his head, somehow he wondered how he considered someone that cowardly 'family' but he'd have to deal with that if he plans on following his father's legacy surely things will get better eventually...

B-but don't worry I can solve this just uh...

Brad glanced around the room for something to carry cat Kleber in soon picking up an old pet carrier as opened the cage's door holding it up

Okay place him in and we will be on our way...Uh I'm unsure how we can 'cure' him but I'm sure there's a way...

[le-dieu-mars]

But placing a nearly 25 pound cat who Did Not Want To Go in a Goddamned Crate proved to be a bit too difficult - and soon, Klebercat was sulking under the couch, Damas was wrapping bandages around his scratched up arm, the carrier ended up bent to hell, and Brad was certainly missing some foliage.

"Well, that worked a treat. Jesus, I didn't think he'd bite - or pee... like that..." Damas glowered at the cat under the couch, who glowered and hissed back, looking like for all the world like an angry, furry demon.

"Madame needs to be home, now - I bet you the last Cola in the fridge that she'll be able to tame his stupid, hairy arse." Damas grumbles.

[bubonic-trauma]

Brad rubbed the back of his neck, well that didn't go as expected; though he partially understood why Kleber didn't wish to go into the cage, being 'imprisoned' in a tiny space wasn't pleasant he would know all to well.

Ah yeah un-neutered cat's tend to do that; you know when I was a child we had this pet and she was a 'mean ol lady' to most people and she was like 10 times bigger than Kleber currently is.

Hearing Klebercat hiss at Damas or maybe both of them, yeah maybe it was best to leave him be for now he didn't wish to gain more injuries from him.

I frankly think Madame is the only one who could help us in this situation. I would go looking for her but frankly I don't know where to even start looking...

[le-dieu-mars]

Fortunately for both Brad and Damas (and possibly unfortunately for KleberCat), there is the sound of hoofbeats entering the front gate of Chaillot, and the voice of Madame DuQuay calling for the servant, Karl, as she returns from a very long away session, with Lasalle and the others, from Waterloo and Woerth, and a recovery period of dealing with a Void. She mutters under her breath a poem from Julius Caesar from Shakespeare. "O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers! Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever lived in the tide of times. Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood! Over thy wounds now do I prophesy,— Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips, To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue— A curse shall light upon the limbs of men; Domestic fury and fierce civil strife Shall cumber all the parts of Italy; Blood and destruction shall be so in use And dreadful objects so familiar That mothers shall but smile when they behold Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war; All pity choked with custom of fell deeds: And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge, With Ate by his side come hot from hell, Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war; That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men, groaning for burial."

DuQuay, clad in her modified uniform of a cuirassier, dismounts, shaking her hair free from the helmet, and sets it down on the stone bench in the back stable-yard. She proceeds to unbuckle the shoulder-straps of her cuirass, undoes the waist strap, and sets it down, unbuttoning her habit-veste and scratching her lower back. There's a blackened hole in the cuirass, as well as in her habit-veste, looks like a burn mark - as for the metal, it has rusted slightly around the hole, which looks like it was punched through. She seems to be fine, however, just tired, with dark circles under her eyes. She helps to untack her horse, and checks his hooves before going to the small fountain, taking up the silver ladle, and drinking from it, water dribbling around the corners of her mouth.

"Right, where is he, Etienne, Bradley? Off tomcatting? I swear to GOD that man tries my patience." Damas looks at Brad, who looks back at him, and swallows hard. "Funny you should mention that....."

"Look, if the randy old fucker doesn't want to marry me.... oh, hello, kitty... where did you find these big sweetie - goodness, he's a big one...well-fed, at least." DuQuay says as a large, marble-brown tabby with long hair, fat cheeks and a wobbly belly comes wrapping himself around her legs, purring louder than anything she's heard before. The cat has large amber eyes and an expression that makes him always look pissed. He's definitely a tomcat, as is evidenced by his trouble puffs, which he has absolutely no shame in showing off as he warbles and wraps around DuQuay, standing up on his hind legs and pawing at her.

DuQuay bends down and picks up the large cat with a grunt. "Jesus, he is a BIG cat... awww, lookit his fat wittle belly... and his floofy sideburns... what a big sook he is!" She scratches the cat under his jaw and the tom closes his eyes and drools, he's purring so hard, rubbing his face into hers, licking her cheek, just being an absolute menace in terms of affection. "My, he is a sweet boy... gonna have to get him cleaned up and get rid of those troublepuffs if we're gonna keep him - can't have him spraying everywhere."

The cat stops purring, and looks at her with wide amber eyes, the scowl on his face unmistakable. "So, where's the big man, then? You can't distract me with this fine feline specimen for long, Etienne." she says, not seeing the reaction in the cat.

"You're holding him, Madame."

"WHAT?!!!"

[bubonic-trauma]

Brad had decided to look at the chaos going on, mostly because there wasn't much he could really say; nothing that'd make it better and by now he had learned sometimes it was best to keep his mouth shut.

When Kleber was picked up he did let out a small snort, but other than that he kept himself contained he just wished he had his phone with him currently to record this.

Well we don't know what it is ma'am...But there's a magic force running around the afterlife changing anyone and everyone into animals...Luckily here Kleber's the only one that's affect...

And as if this universe had a sick sense of humor, it seems this time it was Brad's turn to feel a sense of karma, humor or maybe both at the same time? Either way the next thing he knew was that he was now in a 'new body' more round, less human perhaps it was a stupid decision to open his dumb mouth...

Uh...Well this is something new, seal's don't need water to survive to they?

[le-dieu-mars]

DuQuay's eyes go wide at the transformation. "Well, shit. This animal shit has GOT to stop. First Massena was a damned otter, and now this... what's next? Bonaparte a horse?" Klebercat looked at the seal with a little *prrt* of noise - almost a chortle, to be honest. "I still say we neuter the kitty here, and at least get him updated on his shots... HOLD STILL you great beast - this is PAYBACK for you cheating on me, you rat bastard.... hope you enjoy licking your own butthole for a while- that is until the cone of shame goes on..." she admonishes Kleber-cat, who yowls in indignation, but doesn't make a move to scratch, bite or hiss at her. Damas snickers, and KleberCat glares at him, as if to say *Imma shit on your pillow, asshole.* "Hmmm, yes... neutering would be MOST effective... but madame, you must know - it was not what you think it was... Jeannot was very... distraught. We went to Massena's looking for you, Kleber found your boombox and the old mix tape - we stood outside Massena's, playing it, hoping you'd answer- and all we got was Augereau throwing a shoe at us. You were already gone. Jeannot loves you, Madame - he would never - he was... duped. General Pichegru..."

DuQuay frowns, looking down at Klebercat, who has fixed her with the classic large-eyed, I'm a little kitten who wuvs you stare. "Is this true, Jean-Baptiste? Did Pichegru start shit again? Let me guess, you went to beat his ass? Did you take someone with you, perhaps?" Damas nodded. "General Hoche." DuQuay looks at Damas, looks at Seal!Brad and then at Klebercat "You're kidding me ... THEY got along?" "The enemy of the enemy is my friend..." Damas shrugs. "Be that as it may - he's still getting a vet visit." Klebercat squirmed, uncomfortable. "Maybe not for a neutering, but... definitely a series of shots and a flea bath... and shaving off his mats."

[le-dieu-mars]

What the hell is this cray cray stuff going on now?

...People becoming animals now; yeah no something is surely going to get worse before it gets better.

I think I might know how to fix this ...situation Kleber's in though as long as you all trust me that is...After all he helped me so I think its time i return the favor.

Damas: Thank god. Because - not only does this CAT eat a CRAP ton of food.... he also fills the litter box with epic dumps.

Klebercat: *HISSSSSSSS*

[bubonic-trauma]

Right uh...If uncle Telamon were here he could fix this in the blink of an eye. Trust him to disappear when he's truly needed like he always does...

Brad sighed shaking his head, somehow he wondered how he considered someone that cowardly 'family' but he'd have to deal with that if he plans on following his father's legacy surely things will get better eventually...

B-but don't worry I can solve this just uh...

Brad glanced around the room for something to carry cat Kleber in soon picking up an old pet carrier as opened the cage's door holding it up

Okay place him in and we will be on our way...Uh I'm unsure how we can 'cure' him but I'm sure there's a way...

[le-dieu-mars]

But placing a nearly 25 pound cat who Did Not Want To Go in a Goddamned Crate proved to be a bit too difficult - and soon, Klebercat was sulking under the couch, Damas was wrapping bandages around his scratched up arm, the carrier ended up bent to hell, and Brad was certainly missing some foliage.

"Well, that worked a treat. Jesus, I didn't think he'd bite - or pee... like that..." Damas glowered at the cat under the couch, who glowered and hissed back, looking like for all the world like an angry, furry demon.

"Madame needs to be home, now - I bet you the last Cola in the fridge that she'll be able to tame his stupid, hairy arse." Damas grumbles.

[bubonic-trauma]

Brad rubbed the back of his neck, well that didn't go as expected; though he partially understood why Kleber didn't wish to go into the cage, being 'imprisoned' in a tiny space wasn't pleasant he would know all to well.

Ah yeah un-neutered cat's tend to do that; you know when I was a child we had this pet and she was a 'mean ol lady' to most people and she was like 10 times bigger than Kleber currently is.

Hearing Klebercat hiss at Damas or maybe both of them, yeah maybe it was best to leave him be for now he didn't wish to gain more injuries from him.

I frankly think Madame is the only one who could help us in this situation. I would go looking for her but frankly I don't know where to even start looking...

[le-dieu-mars]

Fortunately for both Brad and Damas (and possibly unfortunately for KleberCat), there is the sound of hoofbeats entering the front gate of Chaillot, and the voice of Madame DuQuay calling for the servant, Karl, as she returns from a very long away session, with Lasalle and the others, from Waterloo and Woerth, and a recovery period of dealing with a Void. She mutters under her breath a poem from Julius Caesar from Shakespeare. "O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers! Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever lived in the tide of times. Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood! Over thy wounds now do I prophesy,— Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips, To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue— A curse shall light upon the limbs of men; Domestic fury and fierce civil strife Shall cumber all the parts of Italy; Blood and destruction shall be so in use And dreadful objects so familiar That mothers shall but smile when they behold Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war; All pity choked with custom of fell deeds: And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge, With Ate by his side come hot from hell, Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war; That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men, groaning for burial."

DuQuay, clad in her modified uniform of a cuirassier, dismounts, shaking her hair free from the helmet, and sets it down on the stone bench in the back stable-yard. She proceeds to unbuckle the shoulder-straps of her cuirass, undoes the waist strap, and sets it down, unbuttoning her habit-veste and scratching her lower back. There's a blackened hole in the cuirass, as well as in her habit-veste, looks like a burn mark - as for the metal, it has rusted slightly around the hole, which looks like it was punched through. She seems to be fine, however, just tired, with dark circles under her eyes. She helps to untack her horse, and checks his hooves before going to the small fountain, taking up the silver ladle, and drinking from it, water dribbling around the corners of her mouth.

"Right, where is he, Etienne, Bradley? Off tomcatting? I swear to GOD that man tries my patience." Damas looks at Brad, who looks back at him, and swallows hard. "Funny you should mention that....."

"Look, if the randy old fucker doesn't want to marry me.... oh, hello, kitty... where did you find these big sweetie - goodness, he's a big one...well-fed, at least." DuQuay says as a large, marble-brown tabby with long hair, fat cheeks and a wobbly belly comes wrapping himself around her legs, purring louder than anything she's heard before. The cat has large amber eyes and an expression that makes him always look pissed. He's definitely a tomcat, as is evidenced by his trouble puffs, which he has absolutely no shame in showing off as he warbles and wraps around DuQuay, standing up on his hind legs and pawing at her.

DuQuay bends down and picks up the large cat with a grunt. "Jesus, he is a BIG cat... awww, lookit his fat wittle belly... and his floofy sideburns... what a big sook he is!" She scratches the cat under his jaw and the tom closes his eyes and drools, he's purring so hard, rubbing his face into hers, licking her cheek, just being an absolute menace in terms of affection. "My, he is a sweet boy... gonna have to get him cleaned up and get rid of those troublepuffs if we're gonna keep him - can't have him spraying everywhere."

The cat stops purring, and looks at her with wide amber eyes, the scowl on his face unmistakable. "So, where's the big man, then? You can't distract me with this fine feline specimen for long, Etienne." she says, not seeing the reaction in the cat.

"You're holding him, Madame."

"WHAT?!!!"