Algernon Montcrieff

Henry lit up a cigarette, leaning against the doorframe, “It seems we’ll need to make some interest of our own,” he smirked, handing a fag to Algernon. “I know where the power box is,” he added in a trilling tone. “Which guest should we make disappear?”

Algernon took it and raised his eyebrows at the other man. “Excuse me?”

"It’s simple Algy," Henry said, taking a drink off a passing tray, "I’ll shut off the lights, you grab someone and shove them in- say- a closet. Do try and find someone who will go along with it though, or it will be quite a disaster, and not near as much fun. Make sure they scream though, that is very important. Preferably one long, shrill cry. We must raise concern of course, or things will continue as they are, and that is always very dull. I’ll turn the lights back on, and we’ve created our own little murder mystery. What do you say?"

He shrugged. “It’s a good plan, on its surface. How are we to know we shan’t immediately be held to blame? I am a notorious troublemaker, and you, well, you…”

"Blame is not synonymous with proof, and besides, recognition is always pleasant, whether for mischief or virtue," he downed his glass of wine. "Perhaps even more rewarding for mischief as it lends itself to the more base pleasures of humanity. We are all children, Algernon, and we all simply desire entertainment." His words were accompanied by a graceful wave of his hand, "It is one of the flaws of modern society, to deny such necessary inclinations. Have you ever seen a humanitarian with any spark of passion left in his eye? Of course you have not! People in such fields give themselves away, piece by piece, until they are but a hollow shell of a person." he paused, taking a drag of the cigarette, then continued, "But sinners- they give nothing, and acquire everything. That is why, Algy, we must always be breaking the rules, lest we become bound by them."

#((Algy loves his wife so much))#((this blog's situation re: Algy's marriage is that they have an open relationship and love each other very much))#((this isn't relevant but: cECILY AND GWENDOLYN ARE GIRLFRIENDS))

Algernon watched him for several long moments.

"You sound much like my wife," he said at last. "Very well. Let's do as you say."

Henry lit up a cigarette, leaning against the doorframe, “It seems we’ll need to make some interest of our own,” he smirked, handing a fag to Algernon. “I know where the power box is,” he added in a trilling tone. “Which guest should we make disappear?”

Algernon took it and raised his eyebrows at the other man. “Excuse me?”

"It’s simple Algy," Henry said, taking a drink off a passing tray, "I’ll shut off the lights, you grab someone and shove them in- say- a closet. Do try and find someone who will go along with it though, or it will be quite a disaster, and not near as much fun. Make sure they scream though, that is very important. Preferably one long, shrill cry. We must raise concern of course, or things will continue as they are, and that is always very dull. I’ll turn the lights back on, and we’ve created our own little murder mystery. What do you say?"

He shrugged. "It's a good plan, on its surface. How are we to know we shan't immediately be held to blame? I am a notorious troublemaker, and you, well, you..."

#henry wotton

Algernon surveyed the club with disappointment. “Ugh, there are so few people of interest here tonight.”

Henry lit up a cigarette, leaning against the doorframe, “It seems we’ll need to make some interest of our own,” he smirked, handing a fag to Algernon. “I know where the power box is,” he added in a trilling tone. “Which guest should we make disappear?”

#open starter but by open i mean henry--wotton #open starter

Algernon took it and raised his eyebrows at the other man. "Excuse me?"

#henry wotton

Algernon surveyed the club with disappointment. "Ugh, there are so few people of interest here tonight."

krovi-okrashivali-ruki-deactiva

You want to turn a ask into a thread? That’s fine. Want to answer an open even though we have threads going on? That’s fine. Want to simply ask me weird questions or annoy my muse? That’s fine

"That dress is beautiful on you."

((Tumblr never told me this was here, ever? I have no idea how old this message is.))

"Thank you, de Lioncourt! I worry these shoulders may be distastefully oversized, but such is the fashion…” He twirled a little, appraising himself in the mirror.

#primusdux

OOC: A lot of stuff happened and then my laptop broke and stuff continued to happen, this time when I say I'm sorry I was gone but I'm back now, I actually mean it, ok that is all.

#I don't remember my tagging system time to read through my own archives #algernon montcrief #roleplay blog #the importance of being earnest

ooc: I'm sorry this blog has been inactive for a while. I got busy. Back now.

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M!A: Your muse is now four years old. Lasts a week!

Lestat woke at dusk, as always, rolled out of bed, still wearing the same shirt he’d worn the night before, though now it was far too big and, with a childish giggle, he began exploring. He crawled under the bed and right back out the other side, pulled down what clothes he could reach in the wardrobe to look at and then left them all over the floor before he grew bored and wandered into the rest of the house.

He had to jump to reach the door handle of his bedroom, but managed it and then began to explore the living room, stretching on tip toes to idly press at random keys on the piano and climbing all over the furniture before jumping off with cries of joy.

Flattered by Lestat’s use of the nickname and still a little confused about this whole situation, he thought a little. “I suppose you are too excitable for a theatre at the moment, not to mention very underdressed. We could take a walk to watch street performers. What do you think of that, de Lioncourt?” He felt a little silly calling a small boy ‘de Lioncourt’, and wondered if he should switch to ‘Lestat’. He was bound to make the shift eventually, after all.

"I suppose…" He murmured in a sing-song voice and he sighed. But he kept his hand in his and followed along, his eyes searching the streets as they walked. It was lucky he still had his abilities, really, or else he might have struggled to keep up with Algernon with his longer legs and larger strides. He was happy to be out in the world now though, home had become so boring, especially when there was no one about willing to entertain him.

#//This isn't very long but I'm just kinda warming up to reply to the other one.#primusdux

From time to time as they walked, Algernon glanced down at Lestat, making sure he was keeping up and didn't look too bored.

"Here we are," he said after a while, as they turned onto a busy street full of performers.

cittamemes

Send the word 'Truth' along with a question and my character has to answer it honestly.

blueboxesandparadoxes

IT'S MUNDAY :P

ask-a-rwby-character

♠: Full name? ≈: Mun nickname ♫: What’s your gender? ☼: How old are you? ╪: What country are you from? Ω: Show your face! ☮: How long have you been rp’ing? ♥: What fandoms are you in? ♡: Your favourite film, book and television series. ♦: Relationship status? ♣: Song you’re listening to right now? §: Favourite song? ∞: Celebrity crush?

#//It's still Sunday but it's like nine PM. I'm putting this up for the morning.#//Or whatever. The sun is down and I'm Jewish so that makes it Monday.

M!A: Your muse is now four years old. Lasts a week!

Lestat woke at dusk, as always, rolled out of bed, still wearing the same shirt he’d worn the night before, though now it was far too big and, with a childish giggle, he began exploring. He crawled under the bed and right back out the other side, pulled down what clothes he could reach in the wardrobe to look at and then left them all over the floor before he grew bored and wandered into the rest of the house.

He had to jump to reach the door handle of his bedroom, but managed it and then began to explore the living room, stretching on tip toes to idly press at random keys on the piano and climbing all over the furniture before jumping off with cries of joy.

"Perhaps not, but you are certainly much smaller than usual," Algernon pointed out, marking Lestat’s present height with a flattened palm at the level of the top of his head. "If your Mama is gone, are you lonely? I don’t know what to do to entertain a child who can’t eat sweets, as I myself did little else, but we can think of something together." The state his interesting friend had somehow gotten himself into was, to Algernon, equal parts amusing and precious, and besides, for the sake of the whole city he really didn’t want to leave Lestat alone to get bored when he was so remarkably energetic. He flashed Lestat a confident grin and extended his hand.

Lestat pulled a face that wrinkled his nose when Algernon placed a hand on top of his head, effectively squashing his imagined height. But he grinned at him all the same and then took the hand that he offered, watching how it disappeared into the others larger hand. ”Where are we going to go, Algey?” He asked, gazing up at him with an innocent little grin.