Open RP - Percy is a strange (wo)man

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Normally when Percy suffered from the throes of boredom he'd seek out one of the members of his league to entertain him, or perhaps write another insufferably terrible poem to share with His Highness, the Prince of Wales. He'd go to London for a lark or race his yacht down the Thames, scheme another scheme or maybe even figure out another way to sneak into the chaotic streets of Paris. Now? Now all Percy could do was meddle in little ways. He did enjoy a good disguise.

Dressing up as an old hag had been easy, but to dress up as a pretty young woman? Well, that would be a challenge indeed. He had found a dress, something rose-coloured and pretty in one of the shops (he did suppose it was pretty, but the tailoring was poor...and confusing), and had disguised himself well. A painted lady! It made him laugh to see his own appearance. His breast was small and his shoulders were wide, and he looked more like a Hapsburg lady of old than a dainty maiden, but he was fair enough under all the makeup and lace and frills.

Ah, and now for the fun. He left Adventureland and just went walking, wondering who would be fooled and who would just think him completely mad. He kept a fan in front of his face and tried not to topple over in these demmed pumps.

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Percy saw her snicker and smirked a bit himself. "It's on my family crest, Mr. Butler. It's a humble flower, grows along the road," he murmured, pushing aside his cape and sitting graceful a top the counter. He began to fix his quizzing glass, concealing the pick once again. "And no, I'm not making this up. I'm an Englishman working to save those in need, or at least that was my goal until I ended up here."

"During the time of the emergence of the French Republic, that is. My wife is French, and some of my league are as well. Not all of those thrown into the prisons are guilty and deserve death."

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She paused and thought about this carefully, "Who do you define as 'those in need', though, I'm not sure I quite follow." Her history was not particularly good, and she was trying to figure out which people exactly would 'need' saving more than anyone else in France at the time. It was all a bit of a mess, really, wasn't it? That was the general impression she got from the whole affair.

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"People denounced by the Committee of Public Safety and Robespierre, French aristos, friends and families caught in the crossfire, and anyone who comes to me or the league who need help. A father looking to save his family, a mother hoping to free her son, a diplomat being misused by the Committee." That last example made him cringe. His dear friend had his family locked away so that Robespierre could send him to England to do his bidding.

"I grew up in France. I love its people...all of its people. I love the country and I love the culture. I have vowed to take a stand." He sighed. Though he had taken a stand, all of it was lost now that he was here. Armand was surely dead, and dear Marguerite had probably gone back to Paris and lost her head too. "But none of that matters now."

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"Oh. Sounds very daring. Like the sort of thing you'd find in a good novel from time to time." She shrugged, "You know, adventure, righteousness, politics, foreign places." It was all meant in an entirely complimentary manner, "Sounds very impressive. You must have had quite a life. Here must be a relative...calm."

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"Sink me, a relative bore," he said jokingly. There was a shrug of his shoulders next and he stared at his boots, sighing very softly. He hated that now he had fight his battles all alone; he feared he just wasn't strong enough. "Yes, it was an interesting life, but I...cannot tell you much else. Not yet at any rate. You know so much about me now and I so little about you. I think there has been enough secret-telling for me today. After keeping something like this silent for all my time spent here I assure you, this has not been easy."

"I think you might be wondering why I told you." He smiled, genuinely, and slowly slipped off the counter. "And I suppose I'm not sure why myself. I only hope that one day I can repay you the favor you have graced me by simply listening and trying to understand." He gave the young Kit a knowing glance and bowed his head.

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Kitty swallowed hard and nervously at that glance, because she got the distinct impression that he

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Kitty swallowed hard and nervously at that glance, because she got the distinct impression that he <I.knew</i>, "I know, and I appreciate your honesty with me, sir, I really do."

She paused on the next point, still not sure how reply to that, "Perhaps, one day, you can. I must confess my secrets are not nearly as exciting as that, though."

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"Never you mind that, secrets are secrets, no matter their nature," he replied, standing straight with a very clear gaze towards the young lady in man's clothing. "Well, I'll bid you goodbye, Kit. Take care of yourself, and I shall call on you another day in the near future."

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Kitty smiled at him, "Goodbye sir, it certainly was a most interesting discussion." She turned and left, with the monkey, which she sort of liked, and ambled back home, wondering what to make of that whole affair.