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[impure_tale]

Well -- that's an interesting change. Better than being five, to be sure.

Who else is affected?

(ooc: He knows who he is XD but we'll see just how much of his old personality is there too :3 Meet the Marquis -- in his early to mid twenties -- just having come home from the 7 Years' War. >.> In body, anyhow. How much in mind?)

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

It's not my job to provide all the exposition; I'm a soldier, not a playwright.

Well -- I am right now, anyhow. Interesting.

You might help by telling me who you are. You look familiar but I cannot really place it.

[major-west.livejournal.com]

Oh? Me too, in the British Army. Only been in for a year, but it's aces, I mean--

Um. So... what flag are you under?

Henry West.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Major West? My! You look so different. Must be the hair.

[major-west.livejournal.com]

Major? Um. I'm not that far in yet. Just a private.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Give it time.

[major-west.livejournal.com]

So you know me? Do you know how I got here?

Who are you?

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Of course I know you. And you got here the same way everyone else did: spontaneously and without real reason.

And I already told you who I am.

[major-west.livejournal.com]

How long have we known each other? And... in what way? I don't remember you at all...

You just said you were a soldier.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Yes. Colonel of a Calvary of Dragoons. France.

And we've known one another for perhaps a month, a little more give or take.

[major-west.livejournal.com]

Oh. Could I have your name, Sir?

So we're mates, yeah?

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

The Marquis will do.

And -- I suppose you could say that.

[major-west.livejournal.com]

We didn't, um... I mean... do...

....

....stuff.

Did we?

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Why Major!

I had no idea you were even interested.

[major-west.livejournal.com]

It's kind of weird, being called that... 'cos I'm not a Major. Could you just use my name?

No, I-- uh... no.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

West, you mean?

Pity.

[major-west.livejournal.com]

Yeah, sure. Or Henry.

Why? Are you?

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Henry, then.

And quite possibly.

[major-west.livejournal.com]

Oh. Well. We could... meet.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

You're serious?

[major-west.livejournal.com]

Yeah, why not?

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Very well then. When and where?

[major-west.livejournal.com]

I dunno. You know this place better than I do.

But like-- I've got nothing better to do than nurse a head injury, so... any time is fine.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

And how did you manage to do that?

[major-west.livejournal.com]

Woke up with it. And a cut in my hand. And I'm sore all over.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

I cannot say that I'm well taught when it comes to field dressing, but there's a medical ward close by somewhere.