First Prank: Grand Entrance

[doeswhathewants]

[A charming smile with wide and innocuous green eyes, though the glitter in them is something less than harmless and innocent. When he speaks, his voice is light and engaging. Ignore the fact that he’s soaking wet.]

Hello out there!

[The volume is a bit loud and he winces before catching it and allowing his features to adjust back into that beguiling smile. He fixes the volume, teeth catching his lower lip in an expression that really is innocent. His charm does not fade as he speaks again]

Let's try this again? Ah. Better. Now. It seems there has been a terrible mistake, a grave error, I am entirely unsure of where I am, only that I woke up here- yes! woke up!- after being dumped in a fountain and er- found this Stark phone on my person. .

Obviously, whoever has done this has the wrong person entirely. I am no one at all of consequence, a Parisian orphan.

[He frowns and the expression is solemn, pious]

Now, if you please, could someone tell me how far back to Paris?

[OoC Note: Serrure speaks in the All Tongue (he understands every language, anyone he speaks to will understand him) but he thinks he's speaking in French and will assume everyone else is, too.]

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[shall_yield_us]

Shall I tell you my tale of tragedy?

[doeswhathewants]

I would be so very honored if you would.

[shall_yield_us]

It all began on that day of days, its morning sweet, its first rays of sun sorrowful for they took with them the promise of - what comes before mornings? Quite - night. On that unholy morrow, I writhed in sheer agony: I came upon a cold sweat, I moaned and I groaned and found my hair wet with from the tears of the thousand attendants who, faced with my pain, could no longer bear its evidence - and can you imagine what it was, my love? The source of all my anguish, of such hellish torture? Can you guess?

[doeswhathewants]

Oh no, I am sure something like that is far beyond my reckoning.

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[shall_yield_us]

It was... it... was...

[shall_yield_us]

- a vision that one day a sheer and absolute fool would come waste my time and my audience with poorly crafted lies of witches, unicorns, destitute sires in duress and dragons!

[doeswhathewants]

You shouldn't make that face. I can see your wrinkles.

[shall_yield_us]

And I can eat your heart. Your point?

[doeswhathewants]

Assuming I have one.

But you know, I like you. You're interesting.

[shall_yield_us]

Will your love of me feed my young or curl my hair?

[doeswhathewants]

Love? That's a bit premature, do you not think? We haven't even had dinner.

[shall_yield_us]

If we did, you'd give the coin.

[doeswhathewants]

No, I would pretend to go to the restroom and run, leaving you with the tab.

[shall_yield_us]

...the beast to my beauty. My, they learn so young.

[doeswhathewants]

How do you survive here?

[shall_yield_us]

I don't. I perish with the setting of each sun and rise with the new one.

[doeswhathewants]

Ah, that does make sense, all things considered.