#phoeebus

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                                             phoeebus

        “While I appreciate your chivalry, I really don’t            think an escort is necessary. I’m just going sight-seeing.”

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In which Quasi knows nothing about technology and his friends are the worst.

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phoeebus liked for a Hogwarts starter like a million years ago wow

   Quasimodo braced himself as he was pushed to the       ground. Again. The students laughed as he struggled       to get to his feet, his mis-made and heavy form always       making that a challenge, when yet another spell sent       him crashing forward.

   His heart pounded as he struggled to keep from fighting or       flying. After a year of this, he should have been used to it.       If anything, the bullying had died down some since last year.       But a new year meant new student determined to test and       prove their power –                     and who was a better target than him?

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phoeebus

         Sora inhaled deeply as             he righted his posture;

Reminiscences a  d a r k e r  world cloaked over his mentality. Luckily for him, they were but a mere hallucination.

La Cité des Cloches had long since been rid of such evil-- such impurity. Not a single sign of Nightmares could be detected. Same could be said in regards toward the Heartless. It was like a breath of  u n t a i n t e d  air; which only furthered his tranquility.

“Hmmm.. Wonder where everyone is?"

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&& phoeebus liked for a starter

         "This isn't exactly England now is it. But it is all            quite festive, not bad, Paris." He paused as he            shrugged his shoulders and seemed overly             amused. "Alright, I can do a day in Paris, why            not. Haven't been in -- i don't even remember."            He confessed with ease. Although as the Doctor            moved to walk around the TARDIS he nearly             got himself trampled by a horse. "Oi! -- Sorry, I            should really pay more attention to where I'm..            walking..." 

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phoeebus replied to your post: ooc; that minute when your research for a starter...

[ The area does still exist though && you need to go through France to get there. Do you want to rethink the starter or can I start writing a reply? ]

[ I think that you're right about the fact you would need to go through France to get there and the area does exist, so I wouldn't need to rethink the starter. I think you're fine to go ahead with the reply! Thank you for replying to this though! I think it's possible Queen Leah could have originally come from Brittany, seeing as she would have spoken Gallo (or Breton) which was native to France at the time, too, and Leah could have had roots not only in Brittany, but France too, so it would have been fine for Briar to travel through France and see the kingdoms and cities that her heritage came from as that is more than just her parents lineage. Oh, dammit, I'm rambling! Sorry! You're fine to go ahead and reply! Thank you for liking the post for a starter, I just worry about everything when it comes to being historically accurate. xD ]

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to help a princess}

phoeebus

The princess had always wondered what her parent’slives had been like. Granted, Briar Rose had believed her parents were dead –and when she found out that not only were they alive but they were King andQueen of a province in Germany, Briar was completely and utterly shocked. She had been rocked to the core, to the point that she couldn’t accept it. Sheof course had the wonderful company of her then fiancé Phillip, but she hadended up calling off their engagement after the shock and glamour of royal life wore off. She found that she no longer wanted to be a princess. Briar missed her life as a peasant girl. Her mother, Queen Leah, had noted her daughter’s inability to fit in, so had told her daughter that she should see where she had grown up. That was why Briar was in France, she was travelling throughout to see part of her heritage.

“Excuse me---“ She looked towards a man on a horse. He did look rather official, and she figured if there was anyone that could point her in the direction of Brittany and exactly how long it would take her to get there, she supposed it would be someone that looked like a guard, or of importance to nobility. And even, perhaps, somewhere that she could rest for the night and find food. “--- I’m passing through and I was hoping you would help me? I’m travelling to Brittany and the man that my parents have ordered to take me there seems to have forgotten the way.” Either way she had managed to get away from that bumbling buffoon. He seemed to want to keep calling her Princess Aurora and the more that she heard that name the more she wanted to bash the poor rider’s head in.