Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

"Just because I have an accent doesn't mean I'm inertly soulless." She snickered.

Thank you!)

(No problem!)

“What I mean is, why do you want to help me? In a few months time, I could be killing your father. Or your uncle, your brother, your lover.” He looked her over, raising a brow in question.

"Would you rather I kill you?" She scoffed. "Why can't you just thank me?"

Pierre growled in frustration, raising his head to look at the ceiling. “Thank you. I’m not complaining. Just confused.”

André dipped his head. "I reassure you can trust me,"

Henry looked at Jane. “We’ll talk about this later,” he muttered. She lowered her head as her father stepped through the threshold.

"Well," she breathed, "Then I'm satisfied. Do you want to sit in bed or in the kiving room?"

André glanced at Jane.

(s a t i s f i e d)

Pierre’s eyes searched her face for a moment. Finding nothing, he sighed. “Living room, I guess. Please.”

Yes )

Edonine took his arm and pulled him that direction. Once her bird saw him, it puttered off into a waterfall of Hi?-s and walking in circles.

Pierre winced, glancing at it and resisting the urge to cover his ears. “Thank you,” he told her once she had sat him down. “I believe you said you’d answer some questions?”

"Fine," she acquiesced, sitting in an armchair adjacent to the couch. Her bird began to play with a cloth on the floor. "What do you want to know?"

((I love her bird.))

(Same tho Delta is great)

Pierre straightened his back, despite the complaints he recieved from his aching muscles. “First of all,” he began, suddenly feeling out of place in the beautiful living room, “What has happened outside since I….. during my stay here? What are my symptoms? When will o be healthy enough to leave?”

"For one it stopped raining. To your other questions, I'm a caretaker, not a doctor," she spoke.

He frowned, glancing outside. “I meant in terms of war. Rebellion. Etcetera. And if you’re not my doctor, who is?”

“Why don't you come sit down while we talk?” Henry suggested, heading for the living room, where the soaked towel was laying on the couch. He sniffed and wrinkled his nose at the still present smell of alcohol.

"Well I wouldn't know war things. Sure pamphlets, maybe, but I can't read. What I can do is nurse things back to health without the help of a doctor," The saucy woman replied.

"Yessir," John accepted respectively.

Jane squeezes John’s arm, trying to tell him something.

He looked back at her face, whispered a what?

"Well I wouldn't know war things. Sure pamphlets, maybe, but I can't read. What I can do is nurse things back to health without the help of a doctor," The saucy woman replied.

Pierre sighed, leaning back. “I apologize for my poor manners,” he said grudgingly, though it pained him to say.

He looked back at her face, whispered a what?

Jane bit her lip and mouthed, “Sorry,” back.

"Thank you," Edonine replied curtly, standing up.

"You're welcome!" Delta cried in his raspy parrot voice, flying to her shoulder to demand a reward. She gave his feathers a brief scratch.

"It's okay," John responded patiently.

Pierre couldn’t help a smile. “Smart bird. Where’d you pick him up?”

"It's okay," John responded patiently.

Henry sat across from Jane and John on the couch. “So, what happened?” he asked, narrowing his eyes at Jane.

"Ex lover from Cuba," Edonine answered briefly.

"Well," John inhald slowly, glancing at Jane.

Jane purses her lips and tensed.
Henry frowned. “I won’t ask again, Jane.”