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Post by NeverNeverland on Dec 16, 2014 1:23:46 GMT -5
Leonore slowly pointed her finger cannon near Arzu's feet and fired. She noticed the boyish-looking girl extend her hand, but instead Leonore sighed. The girl had caught her in a bad moment.
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Post by Tribune Bolton on Dec 16, 2014 1:25:01 GMT -5
Now Ilya was very confused. What kind of soldier ignored free vodka? He cleared his mind of such unthinkable thoughts, and went back to his own thorn, chuckling with amusement at the Turkish words he could just barely recall being called before.
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Post by DeredereChan on Dec 16, 2014 1:25:48 GMT -5
Kitty scoffed at Ilya's gesture. As if she would share food and drink with such low-lives. the people surrounding her didn't even deserve to breathe the same air that she did. Such is the life of perfection, Kitty thought to herself.
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Post by MistaMista on Dec 16, 2014 1:26:28 GMT -5
Her hand wasn't accepted, but that didn't dampen Alek's mood at all. "The man speaks English, by the way." She said to the woman cheerfully. "Very well, too."
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Post by Khârn on Dec 16, 2014 1:27:17 GMT -5
Konrad would watch the exchange with the one Ottoman, the woman who he believed to be German, and some boy dressed in Swiss uniforms. He tried to follow the conversation, but alas, he grasped English at a 3rd grade level, and was having a hard time reasoning anything other than insults being traded. This was further made clear when the one woman somehow turned her hand into a gun, and fired upon the Ottoman. Konrad, in the face of such people, would begin to think that perhaps everyone here had a power of sorts, and that the Swiss, or perhaps the Americans, wished to try and experiment on them. He looked about the room, for any signs this could be a trap.
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Post by hellohello on Dec 16, 2014 1:27:43 GMT -5
"Amama koyayim, dallam! chukumu yala!" Arzu yelled, stepping back. "Er, sooooorryyy, Mssssss."
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Post by MistaMista on Dec 16, 2014 1:29:21 GMT -5
"Stop lying!" Alek said with a laugh, clapping the ottoman on the back before walking away and towards the drinking horns. The French woman seemed uncomfortable. "Miss... Kitty?" Alek asked, pausing to speak to her.
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Post by NeverNeverland on Dec 16, 2014 1:32:46 GMT -5
"I am fully aware of his linguistic skill, Alek. But it seems he thinks I am a fool." Leonore broke into a frown, accenting the bags on her eyes that she just can't seem to get rid of. As Alek walked away, Leonore sighed and shook her head. "Which is a shame - it means I have to act immaturely on his level."
She turned back to Arzu and spoke in German. "If you are supposed to be an example of the Ottoman Empire, you are doing a piss poor job of it."
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Post by Tribune Bolton on Dec 16, 2014 1:33:11 GMT -5
Ilya's laugh boomed into a roar at the word 'Kitty.' "Y-you, you are having name like furry critter! Haha!" was all he could get out amongst the laughter.
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Post by DeredereChan on Dec 16, 2014 1:34:25 GMT -5
Some pathetic boy was attempting to talk to her. He looked Russian, and somewhat feminine as well. "What is it, garçon?" Hopefully this wouldn't take any longer than it needed to. She glared at Ilya after his comment. She couldn't get too angry, however. He was just a lowly ant compared to her.
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Post by hellohello on Dec 16, 2014 1:34:31 GMT -5
Arzu was so close to hitting this woman, he couldn't believe it. How dare SHE lecture HIM on the glorious Ottoman Empire? He frowned and skulked over to a corner by himself.
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Post by Khârn on Dec 16, 2014 1:34:58 GMT -5
Konrad did crack a grin at the woman's comment, because of how wrong it was. The shoddy looking Ottoman, with a foul temper, was a perfect picture of his country. Old, worn out, and easily baited into lashing out. For a moment, he felt a blooming nationalist pride well within him, as he knew Germany would rise to greater things that this Ottoman's empire would ever achieve.
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Post by NeverNeverland on Dec 16, 2014 1:37:48 GMT -5
"Huh. Allein ist besser als mit Schlechten im Verein: mit Guten im Verein, ist besser als allein." Leonore muttered to herself before taking one of the drinking horns and trying for a taste. Too strong - she flinched before putting the horn down. How did the burly man drink this so easily?
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Post by MistaMista on Dec 16, 2014 1:38:39 GMT -5
Alek wasn't exactly surprised at the animosity. Nobility was always like that. "Just friendly conversation, that's all, Mademoiselle," she said, raising a hand in a peaceful gesture and recalling the bits and pieces of French she'd acquired over the years. Hey, Alek may have been a soldier, but she was a polite one that that. "Excuse me, if I'm bothering you," she said, deciding to move on. The good news is, the Cossack spoke English and wasn't drunk enough to lose comprehension yet.
Or is that a bad thing?
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Post by Tribune Bolton on Dec 16, 2014 1:40:09 GMT -5
The lack of reaction caused the laughter to die off naturally, and Ilya wiped away a tear. It was just a feeling, but he thought he could tell she was acting like this out of pride. In a rare moment of national pride, he thought of how he'd put down many the aristocrat looking to grab power, in the name of the Tsar. Perhaps he'd put down this one as well. Only time could tell. He turned to Leonore, and apologized honestly, "Oh, sorry, is all I am having. Perhaps Ilya will be finding a great many boozes in this land of Swiss."
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