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- Neuilly & La Défense
Things have been so hectic lately, heâs been uncharacteristically hard to get ahold of. But for all the time he spends cooped up in his office, nose-deep in an endless pile of trade deals and arms contracts, he knows that so much of what eventually becomes diplomacy happens in those fleeting, off-the-cuff conversations. And he knows heâs been missing out.Â
Heâs not a bad conversationalist, always pleasant to a fault, but he knows there is power in silence. Heâs a good listener, heâs been told â and he is, usually, quite genuinely interested.Â
âIt has been a while, hasnât itââ Â
âGo on. Tell me a story.âÂ
â⏠âIt certainly has been a while, M. Honda.âÂ
 It was rare for Marguerite to have time to strike up such casual conversations with her colleagues. Their meeting was casual-- Simply to celebrate the new Japanese culture center opening in Paris that day. They now sat together in a small cafe not to far from the new site, surrounded by the sounds of common people preoccupied with their own idle chatter.
 She was rather amazed that Kiku even found the time to come out for such an event-- she was certain he had far more important things to do. Still, there was no sense in dwelling on what he could be doing, and simply enjoying the fact that he was there to begin with.Â
 âA story? Well...â She picks up her small cup of her afternoon tea and gently presses the porcelain to her lips. She takes a slow sip and closes her eyes as if trying to gather her thoughts. As she sets the cup down, a chuckle escapes her curved lips.Â
 â...Have I ever told you about the Hameau de la Reine?â She began, stirring her spoon in the tea. âIt was quite adorable, really-- it still is! However, now it has lost the same charm that it once held in those days. It was such a frivolous thing. It was built for Marie Antoinette, after all. Oh, I wish you couldâve seen how they used it! She and her friends would dress as milkmaids and pretend they were living as a peasants. It was her own little world, and they had so much fun.â She laughs as she takes another sip from her tea.Â
 âShe had everything in that little fairytale land of hers. A lake, gardens, watermills... she even had a farm house with real farm animals! She would stay for hours on end playing pretend with her friends... of course the actual peasants found out about the village. Rumors circulated about it; that it was some type of secluded home where she would meet secret lovers. No matter what they thought, the people were obviously furious.
 They called her Madame Deficit, you know, for how much she spent on such trivial things while the people were starving. None of us saw it-- most of us turned a blind eye to it all. It was all fun and games to us! We saw no wrong in it... not until--â She stops abruptly and pauses. Shaking her head, she stirs her tea again for a moment.Â
 Pointing her spoon at Kiku, Marguerite smirks. âIf it wernât for all of the political tensions, I certainly wouldâve let you see it. Weâve been friends for such a long time, afterall.âÂ
Galerie des Batailles, ChĂąteau de Versailles.
Trying to get this blog back on track so! LMS for a paragraph length starter!
Trying to get this blog back on track so! LMS for a paragraph length starter!
A portrait of the princesse de Lamballe from the atelier of Elisabeth Vigee-Lebrun. 18th century. [credit: Christieâs]
âYouâve fought until your face was bloody, your ribs cracked, and your soul broken. How much more can you give to them!â
Villain or Hero Sentence Starters
â⏠âI will give my life for the people of my country, Mademoiselle.â And I have. ââŠIâd hope you would do the same.â
Villain or Hero Edition:
-âYouâre going to save them and for what? They donât appreciate you!â
-âYou spill your blood for this city/village and for what? So they can never know the name of the man/woman who saved their miserable lives?â
-âHow many times are you going to bleed for them?â
-âArenât you tired yet? Havenât you had enough?â
-âDespair, misery, and chaos. Itâs like air to me. But to watch them suffer is much more entertaining.â
-âLook at their miserable lives and tell me what you see. Theyâre just begging for you to end them.â
-âYouâre conflicted I can see it. You donât want to be the hero but youâre not evil enough to be the villain. So what are you?â
-âYou canât be nothing because you have to be something.â
-âYou canât be nobody you have to be somebody. They need you. Help them.â
-âYouâve shed enough blood. Itâs time to stop. Youâve avenged their deaths enough.â
-âYouâve fought until your face was bloody, your ribs cracked, and your soul broken. How much more can you give to them!â
-âYou wonât be satisfied until your dead.â
-âThis city/village has torn you apart. They donât deserve anymore saving.â
-âYouâd give your soul to them? They wonât ever be satisfied until youâre dead.â
-âYou give and you give and give when is it your turn to take?â
-âYouâll burn this city/village to the ground. Murder its people. And then will you be satisfied?â
-âI canât watch you tear yourself apart anymore for these people.â
-âYouâre cruel.â
-âYouâve been caught. Thereâs nothing more you can do so why are you still fighting?â
-âItâs over. It was a long war filled with countless bodies and bloodshed. So stopâŠitâs over.â
-âI know you. You arenât this terrible person people see you as and made you become. Thereâs still some light within you. I see itâŠâ
-âWhat has the world done to you to make you feel this broken that you feel the need to hurt other people?â
-âYou hurt others because they hurt you.â
-âI can see the torment within you. I can especially tell by the way you mangle the bodies of your enemies.â
-âYou donât owe people anything else.â
-âYouâre like the sun and moon. You can either be the light that guides peoples lives to a better world. Or you can be the moon and darken their world. Or- you can be an eclipse and be a little bit of both good and evil.â
-âWhat do YOU want to become?â
-âYouâre the only one who can give others hope.â
-âIf it wasnât for you weâd all be dead.â
-âThe histories will never know who really saved us because he/she didnât want to be known as a hero.â
-âDonât die for our selfish selves.â
-âYou brought this upon yourself.â
-âYou can either save lives or take them. So which is it? Who will you become?â
-âYou say youâd burn the city/village to the ground. But what happens when youâre standing on a pile of ash and smoke with no subjects to rule?â
-âYour mentor molded you to be a monster.â
-âYour mentor molded you to be a beckon of hope for others.â
-âThey will never bow to you.â
-âYouâre nothing but a usurper from a foreign place to us. We will never call you King/Queen.â
-âYou hide behind a mask all the time and I donât mean the one upon your face.â
-âOf all the things to have happened to you are you still capable of love?â
-âYou were born a villain but you will die a hero.â
-âYou were born a hero but will die a villain.â
-âYouâve changed since we first met. Youâre becoming something I donât recognize anymore.â
-âYouâre no longer a man. Youâre a beast.â
-âGreatness was thrust upon you but you decided not to take it. Why?â
-âWe donât choose these roles they just happen.â
-âI wonât watch you die.â
-âWhat are you fighting for?â
-âFates can be changed thereâs still time.â
-âYour fate isnât set in stone.â
-âThereâs pain in my chest every time I see you in anguish.â
-âYou never meant anything to them. So you turned into the thing they feared the most to leave an impression upon them.â
-âI wish you could see your worth.â
-âYour life is not worth the weight of gold they will pay you for helping them.â
-âI wonât watch you become someone I donât recognize.â
-âI canât even say who are you becoming because I donât even know what you are anymore.
-âWhen they write of your history they will say it began on this day.â
-âYour scars are a reminder of who you were. So never forget who bled for this village/city. Who it was that saved the damned and the good. Who it was that almost died for them. Who it was that became a legend in their eyes. A legend to be remembered a thousand years from now.â
He supposedly âquitâ smoking some years ago, but on days like today, when heâs tempted by far more damaging vices, he lacks the resilience to stop himself. So he allows himself a single cigarette in solitude, on the balcony outside the meeting hall.
Why does he bother with G20, anyway? Itâs a zoo. No one has forgotten his little episode with Hikaru. And if he wanted to spend his weekend staring down the old man, heâd do it over gĆ and chrysanthemum tea, not hotel coffee and economic policy.Â
â⏠Marguerite had found the already growing tensions and hostilities at the conference rather stifling. Not only were the countries on edge, it seemed even cities were irritable as well. What seemed to be a spat between Japan and one of his own cities was certainly the talk of town right now. She hastily searches for an empty space within the building-- anywhere where she can breathe some fresh air in this harsh enviornment.Â
 The familiar scent of cigarette smoke suddenly hits her nose... Were they even permitted to smoke? Letting curiosity get the better of her, she quickly hunts for the source of the smell.Â
 âOh-- Monsieur Honda!â She exclaims upon reaching the end of her search. âQuand on parle du loupâ.  After the previous nightâs fiasco, she was certainly surprised to see him still in public.Â
 âI hope you are in... better spirits.â
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Guillaume de Machaut, Dit du Lion, Paris 1350-1355
BnF, Français 1586, fol. 103r
So about those threads I never replied to
Hey so regarding posts that I hadnât replied to before, I will be replying to the ones Iâve owed since the winter. No one is obligated to reply to them after that, I just feel bad for not replying to them at all.Â
@ofpoiise replied to your post â[COMES BACK FOR HER BIRTHDAY]â
can provide cupcakes or something of the sort, if she'd like
OMG im sure sheâd appreciate that though expect her to be Not Very Nice about it
[COMES BACK FOR HER BIRTHDAY]
Iâll get to my owed starters and replies soon on this blog. Iâve been very busy on my other blogs and also finals, but I swear Iâll get things done. If not now, Iâll get to them at the start of winter break.Â