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Post by Alfred Franklin Jones on Jun 20, 2012 21:50:41 GMT -5
-Bites down on his lip-
"There's one more, I guess..."
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Post by Leela Marie Cavanaugh on Jun 20, 2012 21:52:29 GMT -5
"Ok, I'm ready for you to show me then if your wiling."
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Post by Alfred Franklin Jones on Jun 20, 2012 22:03:21 GMT -5
-This memory starts off in front of a mirror again, but with the noticeable difference in Alfred's age. He appears to be about fifteen or sixteen now, still without the glasses, still with that unruly tuft of hair...and once again the blonde man known as England walks through the door, this time in military uniform, but Alfred's reaction is entirely different. He glares into the mirror before he turns around and says in an undeniably bitter tone-
"What do you want?"
-The feeling is apparently mututal, as England glares back with a raised eyebrow, speaking in an almost haughty tone in reply to Alfred-
"I want to know what the meaning of this...insolence is."
-Alfred puts his arms across his chest- "Insolence?"
-The blonde scoffs- "Yes, INSOLENCE. Your behavior over the past several years has been appalling. Your men DESTROYED an entire shipment of tea, refuse to pay the rightful taxes they owe to the crown...the commentary I keep hearing from France..."
-He goes into a mockery of a French accent- "Oh, look at Britain, such a powerful empire, but he can't even control his own little brother..."
-Suddenly interrupted by Alfred- "It's always been about France, hasn't it Arthur? Stop lying to yourself, you didn't get involved over protecting ME, it was about getting even with France. You USED me to get back at him, and now you expect me to pay the price for it? My men to pay the price? Stop treating me like a child! I can make my own decisions, if you'd just LISTEN to them."
-Arthur shoots him an icy glare-
"You are still a child, and the sooner you realize this, the sooner we can get this embarrassment out of the way. I am sending in troops..."
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Post by Leela Marie Cavanaugh on Jun 20, 2012 22:11:11 GMT -5
-Opening her eyes she stepped back for a moment. She wasn't scared or had any fear it was all just a 'woah' moment for her. She now knew she was speaking to something greater than a human. Her eyes looked at Alfred with interest. She knew he had been through a lot even as a boy, and somehow she now felt a bit connected to him. Well for her, because sharing memories with her she could sometimes feel emotions if the person let her and even if they didn't she still got some emotions. Which made her get some what attatched.-
" So I noticed you were aging in the memories but... England I think it was stopped, why?"
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Post by Alfred Franklin Jones on Jun 20, 2012 22:12:06 GMT -5
-Shrugs-
"None of us really understand our aging process all that well. I've only aged physically about three or four years since the Revolution. His appearance has never changed as long as I've known him, although my feelings toward him are an entirely different matter..."
-Still speaks with a bitter tone, but this time it's mixed in with what almost sounds like twinges of regret-
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