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Hey! Small starter call while I try to get back into the swing of things!

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*: ･ﾟ✧   interrogation starters.

feel free to change pronouns etc as needed.

CALM / QUESTIONING.

“ tell me, what happened?”

“ did you see anything?”

“ what do you remember?”

“ do you remember anything unusual?”

“ please, try to remember as much as you can.”

“ every detail is important.”

“ and what happened next?”

“ and what did you do when all this took place?”

“ what were you doing around __ am/pm?”

“ where were you around __ am/pm?”

“ can anyone verify that?”

“ was someone with you?”

“ and you had nothing to do with it?”

“ and you weren’t involved?”

“ did you see it happen?”

“ did you see who did it?”

“ did you see or hear anything? anything at all?”

CARING / UNDERSTANDING.

 “ you seem scared… is that why you don’t want to talk?”

“ did someone hurt you?”

“ it’s okay. you can tell me.”

“ you were just trying to defend yourself, weren’t you?”

“ we can take a break, if you want.”

“ everything will be okay, i promise. but you need to talk to me.”

“ it’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it. but it really would help if you did.”

SUSPICIOUS.

“ there is something you’re not telling me.”

“ i think you’re lying.”

“ you looked away just now when you said that. are you sure you’re telling the truth?”

“ except what you’re telling me doesn’t align with what we already know.”

“ seems to me like you know more than you’re letting in on.”

“ what aren’t you telling me?”

“ who are you trying to protect?”

“ so you really don’t know what any of it means? no clue at all?”

“ they must’ve told you more than that.”

“ you have to have seen more than that.”

“ and you want me to believe you don’t remember?”

“ and you want me to believe you had nothing to do with it?”

“ an accident? is that what you’re going with?”

DEMANDING.

“ i need you to tell me the truth.”

“ i need you to tell me what happened.”

“ i know you’re not telling me the truth.”

“ that doesn’t line up with the evidence. so… you wanna try that again?”

“ stop lying. i already know that’s not what happened.”

MAKING A DEAL / ASKING FOR HELP / DEMANDING HELP.

“ what do you want in exchange for this information?”

“ i’m listening…”

“ you’re coming with me.”

“ since you’re the only one who knows how to find them, i don’t really have a choice but to take you with me.”

“ fine. i’ll take you with me, but if you try anything…”

“ i can’t give you that. you know that.”

“ if we’re going to make a deal, you’re gonna have to ask for something a little more rational than that.”

“ okay. we have a deal.”

“ sorry. no deal.”

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;ooc

Hey everyone! Making a tentative return to this blog (and the RP community in general).

Is the BatB community still active?

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Would anyone want to plot?

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Monsieur LeFou. He was there. He saw it all. — Me ?

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He felt silly. 

The bouquet had seemed like a good idea when they were tucked away on the cart, nestled innocently among the other flowers. A medley of deep reds and velvets that reminded him all too well of those canvas sheets, draped along the walls of a certain convey. And the perfume–– nothing so strong as those incenses, thick,sweet clouds of lavender hanging in the air as heavily as the blankets–– but it was certainly close enough to trip his heart over the sudden memory. 

He’d instantly regretted the purchase. The simple beauty of a mere moment ago suddenly seemed so garish, blossoming out of his palm with a near audible pop of color. 

People were staring. He was used to it. He had often received many a passing glance, but that was only natural when you stood so close to a man that commanded attention. Eyes were quick to ghost over him, registering him as part of the backdrop as they shifted towards the focal point of their little corner of the world. 

He tried smuggling the flowers beneath the fold of his coat. Do you want to look suspicious? He gripped it between his thumb and forefinger, holding it an arm’s length away. Nope. No. This looks ridiculous. Try “suspicious” back on.

It seemed too many miles of pointed avoiding eye contact before he reached the outskirts of the town, where the temporary village-beyond-the-village had been set up. 

His heart in his throat and the bouquet behind his back, he sidled towards the flaps of one of the tents, their fabrics wafting gently, as though silently beckoning him inside. 

“Esmer?”

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LeFou’s eyes looked perhaps a little too closely to the stranger. That wasn’t to say that his was the stare of Gaston’s, whose gaze was drawn like a sword, brandishing an edge that seemed all too ready to showoff just how sharply it had been whetted. No, LeFou was a much more passive observer. His eyes didn’t auger into all they saw, but rather, settled lightly on the surface, patiently waiting for the underlying meaning to bubble up and meet him halfway. 

Where had he seen this man before?

Curiosity teased his lips into a quizzical smile as his all too natural sociability loosened his tongue.

“Pardon, Monsieur?” He stepped closer, proximity only serving to stir up star per memories. Yes–– those eyebrows, the slant of his jaw. He’d definitely seen him before. The curl of his lips and that nose–– no. No perhaps not that nose, but the resemblance otherwise was uncanny. But the resemblance... to what? 

“I have the absolute strangest feeling that we’ve met before.”

Had LeFou the mind to turn his head about forty five degrees to the right, he may have seen the wanted poster that stamped the stranger’s features so indelibly behind his eyes. 

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“He doesn’t mean to be so brash.” LeFou commented airily, idling besides Belle. His eyes followed Gaston’s retreat–– still a vision in red, still so stately, even as his latest strikeout curved his shoulders into a telltale slump. LeFou felt a tug at his heart, loyalty prompting him after his captain. But no–– not yet. 

What he was coming to know as the Belle Fiasco ended on a relatively... sour note this time around. It was nothing new for Gaston’s affections to be rebuffed (by Belle, anyway), but today there had been a certain vehemence to the girl’s voice that suggested a boundary had been overstepped. Gaston would croon about this later, surely–– the fire in her eyes, her strength, her passion–– only moments before spiraling into the dumps for the very same reason. And, of course, who would be there to throw him the proverbial rope to hoist him back up, just as he had done countless times before––

Um. But he was getting ahead of himself. 

Belle. 

He had to save face with her. For Gaston. For his captain. 

“I mean... well, he does, but––” He waved his hand vaguely, groping for the words. “It’s really meant to be endearing.” 

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I’m still getting my bearings here, but give this post a like for a tiny starter!

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... heeey.

Toying with the idea of bringing this blog back. I mean, assuming net neutrality isn’t smote down to hell tomorrow. 

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This blog is on an indefinite hiatus.

Sorry, friends.

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🎭 Masquerade Ball Starters 🎭

“Did you really think hiding your cheek bones was going to fool anyone?” “Do I…know you?” “Have we met before?” “Are you sure I don’t know you?” “Your eyes are absolutely captivating.” “I don’t think we’ve met yet.” “May I have this dance?” “You look positively enchanting this evening.” “I’d know those dazzling eyes anywhere.” “These skirts make it so hard to move.” “Some of these costumes are so extravagant. They must have cost a fortune.” “You look quite ravishing in that dress.” “You look quite handsome in that suit.” “Can I see your face?” “I don’t think you want to see my face.” “My God, you could fit an entire circus under her pannier. How’d she even fit through the door?” “Champagne?” “My feet are killing me.” “I never thought I’d see you in something so fancy.” “I feel like I’m rubbing elbows with the queen right now.” “Care to sneak away with me? I doubt we will be missed.” “Can you guess who I am under here?” “I’d compliment your beauty, but I can’t see it under there. You’ll have to accept my compliments to your mask instead, it’s quite lovely.” “I can’t hear you through that mask. Did you really have to choose one that covers your mouth?” “Do you know who I am?” “Do you know who she is?” “Do you know who he is?” “You’re very light on your feet.” “Ow! It’s like you have two left feet.” “I’m a terrible dancer.” “Who cares if you’re a good dancer? Have fun! No one will know it’s you anyway!” “No one’s asked me to dance all night…” “I feel like I’m in a dream!” “Can we please go home? This is torture.” “How did I ever let you talk me into coming here?” “I prefer watching from the sidelines to participating.” “You’ve spent the entire evening at the snack table.” “Can I cut in?” “I have to go.” “I’m not supposed to be here. If they catch me I’m in trouble!” “Please. What is your name? I want to see you again.”

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➡ (but reversed?)

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LeFou had always been vaguely aware that wars were incentivized by something. He-said, she-saids taken to a monarchal level, reshuffling of boundaries, usually less to do with such things as “rightful claim” and more so who had more men with less reservations regarding gunplay, and so on and so forth. He simply heeded the call to arms, driven by a broad sense of nationalism and a terminal loyalty to the man under which he served. Politics was something that happened to other people. 

He had certainly never expected to walk away with a share (perhaps a medal if was feeling particularly whimsical, a proper count of all of his fingers and toes if sickly realism started to creep in) but not–– not this. 

Among one of the many questions LeFou made a point not to ask was what became of those they had taken prisoner. The answer took the form of a cool scowl and a pair of chained hands, standing not an arm’s length away. They remained prisoners. 

He found himself struggling to maintain eye contact. Funny–– not a month ago, he found himself staring down the barrel of a gun without so much as a skip of his heart. Alright, that was being awfully generous. He had been just as terrified then as he was now, but at least then he had had enough moxy to return the glare. Growing up on the brink of poverty, LeFou had a passing relationship with the concept of ownership. Things were borrowed, ephemeral, shared. Up until late adolescence, he had never worn clothing that hadn’t previously belonged to someone else, played with toys that didn’t bear the marks of another child’s amusement. 

And now he owned a human being. 

His gut knotted. 

“What… what is your name?” he managed at last.

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Serious (Reprise) works really well as a GaFou song and I'm suffering LeFou: You've got your future all planned. Gaston: Yes I do, yes I do... LeFou: What if I'm standing there too? Gaston: Wait, I'm not following you...

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For all of his misgivings, Josué had to admit: he was fascinated. He had always been drawn to loud personalities–– the sort of people who were unapologetically, abrasively confident. He relented to a smile, in equal parts adoring and amused as she kicked her feet onto the desk, reclining as far as gravity would allow. Daring to take up as much space as possible. 

“I don’t know, it’s gotten me this far,” he shrugged, pointing ignoring the fact that ‘this far’ was a stagnant Saturday in the school library. Maybe she had a point. 

He studied her, a smirk uncertainly strobing across his lips. Surely she was joking? But her face was illegible, granting him neither cues of irony or sincerity. Surely she was joking? 

“You did not.” His tone didn’t quite strike conviction, lilting with the sort of hesitation that quietly asks for assurance. “I mean. Some of those guys must have, what? Seventy kilogra–– oh zut, you don’t use metric here. Well, anyway––” He waved his hand. “I don’t believe it.”

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ღ ━ favorite canon ships for your muse(s). are there any you dislike?

I... don’t remember reblogging a meme, but okie dokie! 

What are the canon ships for LeFou? I suppose Gaston/LeFou, so long as it’s romantically one-sided and Stanley/LeFou? 

If you’ve been on this blog for more than four seconds, you’ve probably picked up on the fact that I’m a huge fan of GaFou, especially if it’s unrequited. I love every iteration of the one-sided pining: Gaston being utterly oblivious, Gaston being in the know and blatantly using it to manipulate Fou, or even both of them being oblivious and LeFou just misinterpreting his own feelings as a particularly strong admiration. 

I’ll be honest, regarding StanFou, I’m indifferent at best I realize that there are a lot of little moments that can be retroactively interpreted as Stanley carrying a flame for LeFou long before they danced, but it’s not enough for me to get psyched about the idea of the two of them together. I’ll grant you, my heart melted when they got their little blip at the end of the movie, but for me it really was just that. A blip. Obviously, a ship doesn’t have to be represented in canon to be valid, but personally there just wasn’t enough interaction between them, romantically or otherwise, for me to really get invested.