closed(ish) rp, Percy and Beaufort

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Beaufort woke up and realised something was incredibly wrong, even before he spoke. His clothes were...distinctly not a suit and not made in the 1940s. In fact, it struck him more as something distinctly historical. He frowned, wondering when he invaded one of the exhibits for clothes, how drunk he was, and where the hell he got that much alcohol from. There was also a sword. He was pretty sure it was not a good idea to go to sleep with a sword attached. After having woken up and realising his accent was...coarser, less educated and more prone to swearing at the situation, he shook his head and decided to head outside to see what the hell was going off.

Part of him, somewhere, was looking for one man in particular, as there was a pirate in him. A rather angry pirate.

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Beaufort was far too proud to hold his hand to his mouth and cry in pain at the searing pain in his hand, swords were clearly not his thing. After all, what kind of man could cut his own sword hand. Clearly, despite the voice, the clothes and the hair, this pirate thing was not him. Ever. It was quite probably one of those park things.

He did, however, even as a pirate, know when to accept defeat. He left the sword on the floor, feeling somewhat betrayed by it, and got to his feet using his good hand, wrapping his hand in his shirt and gritted his teeth at Percy's taunting as well as the pain. "Alright, but one o' these days, I'll 'ave you, and I'll run ye through fer once. Yer gonna regret letting me go." Again, with the ballsy talk. Just go, Jean-Etienne. He turned and left, quickening his pace to find that new doctor. Who hopefully wouldn't laugh. Maybe he could tell him he was left handed.

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"Yer all talk," Percy huffed, sheathing his rapier and letting it hang by his side in his rather pathetic victory over the Frenchman. He actually hoped the man found some kind of proper medical attention, but instead just glared as he walked away.


Now, on to a different matter entirely.

"Marguerite!" He marched up to his wife, catching sight of her bust and deciding that these little pirate trousers were just a bit too much. One could say a good swordfight was a rousing sport. "Home, Marguerite," he demanded, then picked up his wife and threw her over his shoulder. "Now."

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"If yer thinkin' that yer gettin' anythin' from me you've got 'nother thing comin'!" Marguerite cried as she was hoisted over his shoulder.

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"Aye, aye," Percy sighed, sallying forth towards their little cottage in Adventureland. "Fight all ye want, missy, ye know the struggle jus' makes things more interestin'."

Percy grinned. He rather liked this Park Event.