|
|
Post by Jacques Mallet du Pan on Jul 19, 2009 19:25:57 GMT -8
((Oh. My. God.
Now I have to start a new thing on the Text file.))
|
|
|
|
Post by Daniel Remmington on Jul 19, 2009 19:43:26 GMT -8
((Just put it in the same thing. Might as well.))
"Only a day? Really?" Daniel replied sarcasticly, as per usual. He waited until Alexandra had left before he picked up the syrup and poured a rather lot on top of his waffle. No plate, no fork, just his hands. Somehow he managed not to make any kind of mess, most likely from a lot of practice. He looked Jacques in the eye, it was the look that to this day even have Lily chills (though he wasn't sure why). Why do I get the feeling that he doesn't like me very much. And, of course, he most enjoyed being around people who didn't enjoy being around him.
((Yeah... That thought was not a question. XD
"This guy's a weird bird; and I don't even call people birds!"))
|
|
|
|
Post by Jacques Mallet du Pan on Jul 19, 2009 19:47:32 GMT -8
Jacques stared at Herr Remmington's odd manner of eating and marveled at his ridiculous lack of manners. "D'you want a napkin for that, sir?" he asked in as respectful a tone as he could manage. He wasn't sure if he was repressing laughter, sobs, or a reprimand; it was one of the three. He took a few and held them out, trying to avert his eyes from the dripping waffle.
(("It's a creepy shop, he's a creepy bloke!" That line made me think of Remms.))
|
|
|
|
Post by Daniel Remmington on Jul 19, 2009 20:02:17 GMT -8
((Okay. I will admit this. This reply is based entirely on me.))
Daniel took the napkins and shoved them in his pocket, "Napkins kill trees." He continued eating, still managing not to make any sort of mess. He looked thoughtful suddenly, "What is it that a butler is supposed to do anyways?"
((And the fact that I can base a post off myself proves there's a lot of me in him.
Poor Remm doesn't want to be scary. It's just in his nature. *starts singing only a lad by oingo boingo*))
|
|
|
|
Post by Jacques Mallet du Pan on Jul 19, 2009 20:12:02 GMT -8
Jacques raised his eyebrows at Remmington's oblique response, but didn't argue. "Well," he said "This." He glanced around at the kitchen. "And clean, I suppose." He thought about it, smilijng absently. "Well, butlers are supposed to be able to get their masters out of trouble, but I think that's just in books. And they kill people- but of course, that's only in books as well." How could that man eat a waffle smothered with sticky syrup with his hands, his hands, um Gottes willen, and not spill anywhere. Not even he Jacques himself could do that. It made him uncomfortable to think that someone could be neater than him.
Rather red, he finished his speech about butlers with "And, of course, they announce things in a British accent." His smile returned for a second, then he shook his head. "Not that I would do that."
((Hmm?))
|
|
|
|
Post by Daniel Remmington on Jul 19, 2009 20:24:28 GMT -8
((I'm sorry, but... That was cute for some reson...))
If only Daniel could have projected the images his mind came up with durring Jacques's explanation. That would have been brilliant. "Killing people, I see..." He smiled like a little kid at the last part, "Do it! Do a British accent!"
((Daniel and his many different smiles.
I've missed our little chats oh so very much. Also, I've been calling Jacques Jack lately because it sounds less awkward when you're speaking English.))
|
|
|
|
Post by Jacques Mallet du Pan on Jul 20, 2009 9:16:52 GMT -8
((What bit?))
"I'm afraid I'm incapable, sir. Of doing that." He blinked open his eyes and gave Herr Remmington a questioning look. Was this how be had behaved yesterday? His face was shining with an expectant smile and it almost made Jacques feel guilty. "I mean, I've never been able to do a British accent. Probably has to do with the fact that I'm part French."
He tried again. "Maybe you'd like a plate, instead. They're reusable."
((^^ Draco.))
|
|
|
|
Post by miku on Jul 20, 2009 15:39:47 GMT -8
Elva entered the cafeteria to find that it was already filling up. Hopefully, that crazy Daniel Remmington would remember to have enough food for everyone! She noticed Jacques and Daniel having a conversation. She did her best to avoid contact with the two, and headed straight towards the counter of waffles and bacon.
((yeah, waffles!))
|
|
|
|
Post by Daniel Remmington on Jul 20, 2009 17:18:02 GMT -8
((Well excuse me, missy, but I don't believe you know either of us. And there's a whole whopping six people in here. *defensive much?*))
Daniel tried to come up with logical reason not to use a plate, but none came to mind, so he just said no thank you. "Speaking of which, it seems odd that you speak both French and German. They both sound so completely different." he commented as Elva walked up. he looked her up and down, wondering why there were so many kids here, and why they were all girls. "Hellooo."
((Syrup's going to his head...))
|
|
|
|
Post by Jacques Mallet du Pan on Jul 20, 2009 17:25:13 GMT -8
"Hello, Miss... Fox?" Jacques seemed to remember that that was the new girl's name, but he wasn't sure.
He turned to Herr Remmington and made a quizzical face. "Why? I guess because my Mutti is German and my Pere is French. And I speak English as well. Anyway, France and Germany are pretty close to each other, didn't you know that? Like, right next to each other, in fact." He regretted the last bit. It sounded rather insulting.
((SUGAR HIGH DANIEL IS SUGAR HIGH))
|
|
|
|
Post by Daniel Remmington on Jul 20, 2009 17:42:17 GMT -8
((dude, seriously...))
Daniel took a plate and put bacon on one side and put the rest of his waffle on the other. He pointed to the bacon rather enthusiastically, "This is the Nazis." he pointed at the waffles, "This is the French." Somehow it made a lot less sense out of his head.
|
|
|
|
Post by Jacques Mallet du Pan on Jul 20, 2009 17:47:13 GMT -8
Jacques stared at him. This was so odd, even for Herr Remmington, that he had to voice his until now unspoken worry "Are you on drugs, sir?"
And then, before he could stop himself: "And we're not Nazis anymore!"
At least, he reflected, he had taken a plate.
((HE. IS. INSANE.))
|
|
|
|
Post by Daniel Remmington on Jul 20, 2009 18:18:57 GMT -8
Daniel didn't bother answering the butler's question, he just laughed and moved on. "Yeah, but the past isn't always forgotten so easily. Not that I was there or anything, but we hear about it enough. What I meant was, they may be next to eachother, but that doesn't stop them from being totally different."
((I feel bad for Elva right now.))
|
|
|
|
Post by Jacques Mallet du Pan on Jul 20, 2009 18:55:02 GMT -8
"Perhaps," said Jacques, leaning forward with a frown on his face, "but that doesn't mean that they don't have their similarities." This, of course, was a rather contradictory statement, but Jacques was getting annoyed. "And how would you like it if I called you a colonist? Since we hear enough about that as well. You can't let the past influence your present, or you make the wrong choices." He looked down at the divided plate and, gritting his teeth, shoved both the bacon and the waffle into the middle. "This," he said firmly. "Is me."
|
|
|
|
Post by Daniel Remmington on Jul 20, 2009 19:58:33 GMT -8
Daniel shrugged, "I wouldn't care much. It's not that offensive. You should try putting something in there about us stealing land. Not to mention that we barely stopped having slaves." He thought about Jacques's advice. Don't let the past influence decisions in the present. That's actually pretty usefull. He looked at the bacon-waffle, "Put two already good things together and you either get something amazing or no good at all." he picked it up and took a bite, "And this idea works."
((Suggestive daquiri much?))
|
|
