the marquis de Carabas
22 August 2013 @ 04:49 pm
[The crackle of the atmosphere's static so close to the first lightning strike is enough to disguise the marquis's eager anticipation. Mostly. Those who know him very very well (and there are few enough of those) might notice a slight tonal uptick in the middle of his sentences. But that's all.]

I'm familiar enough with this type of environment that should-- [static] --require assistance of a protective or informative capacity-- [static] --available-- [static] --appropriate payment.

private } dean, later

[Okay, now he's definitely excited.]

I've-- [static] --at the beach. [static] --now.


( ooc; open to spam literally whenever wherever. he will be all over. all the time. in yo grill. )
 
 
the marquis de Carabas
20 August 2013 @ 05:30 pm
[It's been so many years since the marquis was young that he'd almost forgotten what it was like. He had been so small, ill-fed and underweight, and so easily broken. Which, really, explains a lot about what he's become - none of which he particularly wanted explained to the Barge as a whole.]

[To distract himself somewhat from this unfortunate reality, he has begun work on a compendium of stories, as he has nothing else to do with his time. Much of his work is done in the library, but much is also done in the CES, which becomes, variously, an abandoned city in a mishmash of styles, a thick, temperate, and foggy hardwood forest, and a riverside. He works mostly from memory and attempts comprehensiveness, though his writings as late veer toward tales of the trickster.]