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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?)

Comments

[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.

[major-west.livejournal.com]

Oh. Suppose I ought to head there first.

And I've been told that my room is the fifth one on the third floor.

So.

You know... you probably already know, though, if we've been mates for a while.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

I'll be sure to stop by once you're feeling better.

[major-west.livejournal.com]

All right. I'd like that.