Danton-tastic

[spiritofrevolution-blog]

Why? XD

[lemeute]

THIS IS A PROBLEM.

[therealfriendofthepeople]

I fail to see why it would ever be considered as such, citoyenne.

[therealfriendofthepeople]

Look around you, citoyenne. The tricolour still flies above us, the Marseillaise is still sung with pride by our men in arms! The Republic is far more safe and secure than you give it credit for.

Yes, it is still safe. But that does not change the fact that you compromised it. 

*He rolls his eyes* Hardly.

*slips her arm out from his* Well, in any event, I am still glad your boys were not around to witness your actions. Are you reforming for their sake?

You could say so, yes. I do not have a particularly paternal nature, but I still do not wish my sons to be disadvantaged in life because of their father’s actions.

Hmm. You seemed rather drunk earlier.

I assure you, citoyenne, I was not.

[lemeute]

I trust my eyes and ears over your word, citoyen.

[therealfriendofthepeople]

Very well, then. You have every right to believe as you choose--that's one of the benefits of our Republic, you see.

[therealfriendofthepeople]

Hey Gurl Hey!

*raises his eyebrows* Hello, citizen.

[therealfriendofthepeople]

I am well enough. The weather is very fine, is it not?

Hmm, yes, indeed. Were I still a boy, I would declare today to be a perfect one for climbing trees.

Why only if you were still a boy, citoyen? I think I would certainly declare the day excellent for climbing trees, though I am no longer a child.

*He laughs* I’m afraid, my dear, that my tree-climbing days are long past. But my boys, I’m sure they are out taking full advantage of this fine weather.

How old are your boys, citoyen? I don’t think I’ve ever met them.

Let’s see—Antoine, the elder, is ten, and Francois, the younger, is eight. And they’ve been on an extended visit to my mother in Arcis-sur-Aube for most of the past year, you see; they only returned to Paris at Christmas.

[lemeute]

*gives him a look* Well, I’m glad they were gone, considering your dissolute and traitorous behavior during that time…

[therealfriendofthepeople]

*Is mock-outraged* Your words wound me, citoyenne!

[lemeute]

And your actions have wounded many! Have threatened the safety of the Republic!

[therealfriendofthepeople]

Look around you, citoyenne. The tricolour still flies above us, the Marseillaise is still sung with pride by our men in arms! The Republic is far more safe and secure than you give it credit for.

[lemeute]

Yes, it is still safe. But that does not change the fact that you compromised it. 

[therealfriendofthepeople]

*He rolls his eyes* Hardly.

[lemeute]

*slips her arm out from his* Well, in any event, I am still glad your boys were not around to witness your actions. Are you reforming for their sake?

[therealfriendofthepeople]

You could say so, yes. I do not have a particularly paternal nature, but I still do not wish my sons to be disadvantaged in life because of their father’s actions.

[lemeute]

Hmm. You seemed rather drunk earlier.

[therealfriendofthepeople]

I assure you, citoyenne, I was not.

[therealfriendofthepeople]

I am well enough. The weather is very fine, is it not?

Hmm, yes, indeed. Were I still a boy, I would declare today to be a perfect one for climbing trees.

Why only if you were still a boy, citoyen? I think I would certainly declare the day excellent for climbing trees, though I am no longer a child.

*He laughs* I’m afraid, my dear, that my tree-climbing days are long past. But my boys, I’m sure they are out taking full advantage of this fine weather.

How old are your boys, citoyen? I don’t think I’ve ever met them.

Let’s see—Antoine, the elder, is ten, and Francois, the younger, is eight. And they’ve been on an extended visit to my mother in Arcis-sur-Aube for most of the past year, you see; they only returned to Paris at Christmas.

[lemeute]

*gives him a look* Well, I’m glad they were gone, considering your dissolute and traitorous behavior during that time…

[therealfriendofthepeople]

*Is mock-outraged* Your words wound me, citoyenne!

[lemeute]

And your actions have wounded many! Have threatened the safety of the Republic!

[therealfriendofthepeople]

Look around you, citoyenne. The tricolour still flies above us, the Marseillaise is still sung with pride by our men in arms! The Republic is far more safe and secure than you give it credit for.

[lemeute]

Yes, it is still safe. But that does not change the fact that you compromised it. 

[therealfriendofthepeople]

*He rolls his eyes* Hardly.

[lemeute]

*slips her arm out from his* Well, in any event, I am still glad your boys were not around to witness your actions. Are you reforming for their sake?

[therealfriendofthepeople]

You could say so, yes. I do not have a particularly paternal nature, but I still do not wish my sons to be disadvantaged in life because of their father's actions.

[therealfriendofthepeople]

I am well enough. The weather is very fine, is it not?

Hmm, yes, indeed. Were I still a boy, I would declare today to be a perfect one for climbing trees.

Why only if you were still a boy, citoyen? I think I would certainly declare the day excellent for climbing trees, though I am no longer a child.

*He laughs* I’m afraid, my dear, that my tree-climbing days are long past. But my boys, I’m sure they are out taking full advantage of this fine weather.

How old are your boys, citoyen? I don’t think I’ve ever met them.

Let’s see—Antoine, the elder, is ten, and Francois, the younger, is eight. And they’ve been on an extended visit to my mother in Arcis-sur-Aube for most of the past year, you see; they only returned to Paris at Christmas.

[lemeute]

*gives him a look* Well, I’m glad they were gone, considering your dissolute and traitorous behavior during that time…

[therealfriendofthepeople]

*Is mock-outraged* Your words wound me, citoyenne!

[lemeute]

And your actions have wounded many! Have threatened the safety of the Republic!

[therealfriendofthepeople]

Look around you, citoyenne. The tricolour still flies above us, the Marseillaise is still sung with pride by our men in arms! The Republic is far more safe and secure than you give it credit for.

[lemeute]

Yes, it is still safe. But that does not change the fact that you compromised it. 

[therealfriendofthepeople]

*He rolls his eyes* Hardly.

[therealfriendofthepeople]

I am well enough. The weather is very fine, is it not?

Hmm, yes, indeed. Were I still a boy, I would declare today to be a perfect one for climbing trees.

Why only if you were still a boy, citoyen? I think I would certainly declare the day excellent for climbing trees, though I am no longer a child.

*He laughs* I’m afraid, my dear, that my tree-climbing days are long past. But my boys, I’m sure they are out taking full advantage of this fine weather.

How old are your boys, citoyen? I don’t think I’ve ever met them.

Let’s see—Antoine, the elder, is ten, and Francois, the younger, is eight. And they’ve been on an extended visit to my mother in Arcis-sur-Aube for most of the past year, you see; they only returned to Paris at Christmas.

[lemeute]

*gives him a look* Well, I’m glad they were gone, considering your dissolute and traitorous behavior during that time…

[therealfriendofthepeople]

*Is mock-outraged* Your words wound me, citoyenne!

[lemeute]

And your actions have wounded many! Have threatened the safety of the Republic!

[therealfriendofthepeople]

Look around you, citoyenne. The tricolour still flies above us, the Marseillaise is still sung with pride by our men in arms! The Republic is far more safe and secure than you give it credit for.

[therealfriendofthepeople]

I am well enough. The weather is very fine, is it not?

Hmm, yes, indeed. Were I still a boy, I would declare today to be a perfect one for climbing trees.

Why only if you were still a boy, citoyen? I think I would certainly declare the day excellent for climbing trees, though I am no longer a child.

*He laughs* I’m afraid, my dear, that my tree-climbing days are long past. But my boys, I’m sure they are out taking full advantage of this fine weather.

How old are your boys, citoyen? I don’t think I’ve ever met them.

Let’s see—Antoine, the elder, is ten, and Francois, the younger, is eight. And they’ve been on an extended visit to my mother in Arcis-sur-Aube for most of the past year, you see; they only returned to Paris at Christmas.

[lemeute]

*gives him a look* Well, I’m glad they were gone, considering your dissolute and traitorous behavior during that time…

[therealfriendofthepeople]

*Is mock-outraged* Your words wound me, citoyenne!

[therealfriendofthepeople]

As I recall, you didn’t let the people make that judgment. You ran away, like a coward, and hid somewhere that the law could not find you after bribing the Committee!

*waves a dismissive hand* All in the past, sweetheart. All in the past.

Your past, citizen Danton, makes up your character, and it is your character that guides and defines your future. The past is not irrelevant, and never will be so.

Supreme Being, citoyenne, are you always so serious? Come, sit down and enjoy a glass of wine with me. As friends, no?

………I accept your offer of friendly conversation, but I will take no wine. 

We have another Robespierre on our hands, do we? Ah, very well, it would be ungentlemanly of me to force you. Come, then. We shall take a little stroll down the Champs-Élysées together and discuss.

[lemeute]

*reluctantly takes his offered arm* Very well.

[therealfriendofthepeople]

*Grins cheerily, setting off at a sedate pace* So, my dear citoyenne, how are you today? You understand, of course, that I mean no disrespect by addressing you so.

[lemeute]

I am well enough. The weather is very fine, is it not?

[therealfriendofthepeople]

Hmm, yes, indeed. Were I still a boy, I would declare today to be a perfect one for climbing trees.

[lemeute]

Why only if you were still a boy, citoyen? I think I would certainly declare the day excellent for climbing trees, though I am no longer a child.

[therealfriendofthepeople]

*He laughs* I’m afraid, my dear, that my tree-climbing days are long past. But my boys, I’m sure they are out taking full advantage of this fine weather.

[lemeute]

How old are your boys, citoyen? I don’t think I’ve ever met them.

[therealfriendofthepeople]

Let's see--Antoine, the elder, is ten, and Francois, the younger, is eight. And they've been on an extended visit to my mother in Arcis-sur-Aube for most of the past year, you see; they only returned to Paris at Christmas.

[therealfriendofthepeople]

As I recall, you didn’t let the people make that judgment. You ran away, like a coward, and hid somewhere that the law could not find you after bribing the Committee!

*waves a dismissive hand* All in the past, sweetheart. All in the past.

Your past, citizen Danton, makes up your character, and it is your character that guides and defines your future. The past is not irrelevant, and never will be so.

Supreme Being, citoyenne, are you always so serious? Come, sit down and enjoy a glass of wine with me. As friends, no?

………I accept your offer of friendly conversation, but I will take no wine. 

We have another Robespierre on our hands, do we? Ah, very well, it would be ungentlemanly of me to force you. Come, then. We shall take a little stroll down the Champs-Élysées together and discuss.

[lemeute]

*reluctantly takes his offered arm* Very well.

[therealfriendofthepeople]

*Grins cheerily, setting off at a sedate pace* So, my dear citoyenne, how are you today? You understand, of course, that I mean no disrespect by addressing you so.

[lemeute]

I am well enough. The weather is very fine, is it not?

[therealfriendofthepeople]

Hmm, yes, indeed. Were I still a boy, I would declare today to be a perfect one for climbing trees.

[lemeute]

Why only if you were still a boy, citoyen? I think I would certainly declare the day excellent for climbing trees, though I am no longer a child.

[therealfriendofthepeople]

*He laughs* I'm afraid, my dear, that my tree-climbing days are long past. But my boys, I'm sure they are out taking full advantage of this fine weather.

[therealfriendofthepeople]

As I recall, you didn’t let the people make that judgment. You ran away, like a coward, and hid somewhere that the law could not find you after bribing the Committee!

*waves a dismissive hand* All in the past, sweetheart. All in the past.

Your past, citizen Danton, makes up your character, and it is your character that guides and defines your future. The past is not irrelevant, and never will be so.

Supreme Being, citoyenne, are you always so serious? Come, sit down and enjoy a glass of wine with me. As friends, no?

………I accept your offer of friendly conversation, but I will take no wine. 

We have another Robespierre on our hands, do we? Ah, very well, it would be ungentlemanly of me to force you. Come, then. We shall take a little stroll down the Champs-Élysées together and discuss.

[lemeute]

*reluctantly takes his offered arm* Very well.

[therealfriendofthepeople]

*Grins cheerily, setting off at a sedate pace* So, my dear citoyenne, how are you today? You understand, of course, that I mean no disrespect by addressing you so.

[lemeute]

I am well enough. The weather is very fine, is it not?

[therealfriendofthepeople]

Hmm, yes, indeed. Were I still a boy, I would declare today to be a perfect one for climbing trees.

[therealfriendofthepeople]

As I recall, you didn’t let the people make that judgment. You ran away, like a coward, and hid somewhere that the law could not find you after bribing the Committee!

*waves a dismissive hand* All in the past, sweetheart. All in the past.

Your past, citizen Danton, makes up your character, and it is your character that guides and defines your future. The past is not irrelevant, and never will be so.

Supreme Being, citoyenne, are you always so serious? Come, sit down and enjoy a glass of wine with me. As friends, no?

………I accept your offer of friendly conversation, but I will take no wine. 

We have another Robespierre on our hands, do we? Ah, very well, it would be ungentlemanly of me to force you. Come, then. We shall take a little stroll down the Champs-Élysées together and discuss.

[lemeute]

*reluctantly takes his offered arm* Very well.

[therealfriendofthepeople]

*Grins cheerily, setting off at a sedate pace* So, my dear citoyenne, how are you today? You understand, of course, that I mean no disrespect by addressing you so.

[therealfriendofthepeople]

And tell me, what would a pretty girl like you know about logic?

A great deal more than you, so far as I can judge from our previous encounters. Neither my appearance nor my gender has any influence on the capabilities of my mind, citizen.

*He laughs* I declare, citoyenne, I have not heard anything so outrageously funny since I got Camille drunk and talking about Mme. Roland.

…and what, exactly, is so amusing about my ability to reason?

*He snickers again, shaking his head*

[lemeute]

Nothing to say? I thought as much. In any event, my point remains: the fact that you did not lose your head does not necessarily mean you did not deserve to.

[therealfriendofthepeople]

*bows drunkenly* I am, as always, subject to the will and whims of the people, citoyenne. Do you mean to disagree with their divine judgements?

[lemeute]

As I recall, you didn’t let the people make that judgment. You ran away, like a coward, and hid somewhere that the law could not find you after bribing the Committee!

[therealfriendofthepeople]

*waves a dismissive hand* All in the past, sweetheart. All in the past.

[lemeute]

Your past, citizen Danton, makes up your character, and it is your character that guides and defines your future. The past is not irrelevant, and never will be so.

[therealfriendofthepeople]

Supreme Being, citoyenne, are you always so serious? Come, sit down and enjoy a glass of wine with me. As friends, no?

[lemeute]

………I accept your offer of friendly conversation, but I will take no wine. 

[therealfriendofthepeople]

We have another Robespierre on our hands, do we? Ah, very well, it would be ungentlemanly of me to force you. Come, then. We shall take a little stroll down the Champs-Élysées together and discuss.

[therealfriendofthepeople]

And tell me, what would a pretty girl like you know about logic?

A great deal more than you, so far as I can judge from our previous encounters. Neither my appearance nor my gender has any influence on the capabilities of my mind, citizen.

*He laughs* I declare, citoyenne, I have not heard anything so outrageously funny since I got Camille drunk and talking about Mme. Roland.

…and what, exactly, is so amusing about my ability to reason?

*He snickers again, shaking his head*

[lemeute]

Nothing to say? I thought as much. In any event, my point remains: the fact that you did not lose your head does not necessarily mean you did not deserve to.

[therealfriendofthepeople]

*bows drunkenly* I am, as always, subject to the will and whims of the people, citoyenne. Do you mean to disagree with their divine judgements?

[lemeute]

As I recall, you didn’t let the people make that judgment. You ran away, like a coward, and hid somewhere that the law could not find you after bribing the Committee!

[therealfriendofthepeople]

*waves a dismissive hand* All in the past, sweetheart. All in the past.

[lemeute]

Your past, citizen Danton, makes up your character, and it is your character that guides and defines your future. The past is not irrelevant, and never will be so.

[therealfriendofthepeople]

Supreme Being, citoyenne, are you always so serious? Come, sit down and enjoy a glass of wine with me. As friends, no?

[therealfriendofthepeople]

And tell me, what would a pretty girl like you know about logic?

A great deal more than you, so far as I can judge from our previous encounters. Neither my appearance nor my gender has any influence on the capabilities of my mind, citizen.

*He laughs* I declare, citoyenne, I have not heard anything so outrageously funny since I got Camille drunk and talking about Mme. Roland.

…and what, exactly, is so amusing about my ability to reason?

*He snickers again, shaking his head*

[lemeute]

Nothing to say? I thought as much. In any event, my point remains: the fact that you did not lose your head does not necessarily mean you did not deserve to.

[therealfriendofthepeople]

*bows drunkenly* I am, as always, subject to the will and whims of the people, citoyenne. Do you mean to disagree with their divine judgements?

[lemeute]

As I recall, you didn’t let the people make that judgment. You ran away, like a coward, and hid somewhere that the law could not find you after bribing the Committee!

[therealfriendofthepeople]

*waves a dismissive hand* All in the past, sweetheart. All in the past.

[therealfriendofthepeople]

And tell me, what would a pretty girl like you know about logic?

A great deal more than you, so far as I can judge from our previous encounters. Neither my appearance nor my gender has any influence on the capabilities of my mind, citizen.

*He laughs* I declare, citoyenne, I have not heard anything so outrageously funny since I got Camille drunk and talking about Mme. Roland.

…and what, exactly, is so amusing about my ability to reason?

*He snickers again, shaking his head*

[lemeute]

Nothing to say? I thought as much. In any event, my point remains: the fact that you did not lose your head does not necessarily mean you did not deserve to.

[therealfriendofthepeople]

*bows drunkenly* I am, as always, subject to the will and whims of the people, citoyenne. Do you mean to disagree with their divine judgements?

[lemeute]

One of the first things I did upon joining tumblr was get into a massive argument with Danton.

nostalgia

[therealfriendofthepeople]

We can always recreate that argument, my sweet Citoyenne.

[lemeute]

I believe we were arguing about whether you should be guillotined for shooting Camille…and I am not your citoyenne, in any sense.

[therealfriendofthepeople]

Ah, yes, such a silly little incident! You were evidently in the wrong then, because, look, here I still am! Head fully intact!

[lemeute]

Rightness is not determined by consequence, Danton. I wonder how you ever got to be a lawyer with that kind of logic.

[therealfriendofthepeople]

And tell me, what would a pretty girl like you know about logic?

[lemeute]

A great deal more than you, so far as I can judge from our previous encounters. Neither my appearance nor my gender has any influence on the capabilities of my mind, citizen.

[therealfriendofthepeople]

*He laughs* I declare, citoyenne, I have not heard anything so outrageously funny since I got Camille drunk and talking about Mme. Roland.

[lemeute]

…and what, exactly, is so amusing about my ability to reason?

[therealfriendofthepeople]

*He snickers again, shaking his head*