3rd Psalm|| D'eon [I am French, Why do you think I have this outrageous accent you silly king!]

[gender-at-will.livejournal.com]

[Anyone venturing into the library may stumble upon D'eon snoozing in a large chair, oddly enough his hair is down. He's got a pile of books on the table next to him, most of them appear to be history books pertaining to France and a bit on America and Canada dated after the 1700's. Yes, D'eon is trying to cheat on history, but it appears he forgot that it would be impossible to read all the books in one day.

A pair of tribbles seems to have taken advantage of this. One is perched on top of his head munching on D'eon's manly ribbon. The other is on the table beside him partaking in a glass of red wine D'eon had brought with him to make the reading all the more enjoyable.]

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[9th-pirate-lord.livejournal.com]

Ah, you come from a time slightly before my own though unlike my own. He just took the throne which matters to me very little but it does at the same time. I care not for politics. I'm a pirate, just so you know.

[He reveals the "P" branded on his right forearm.]

[gender-at-will.livejournal.com]

I see. Well it's nice to meet someone nearer to my time then most.

[D'eon raises a hand and smiles, showing he meant no harm to the pirate]

You are an English pirate and therefore no concern to the French court. You are at no risk here.

[9th-pirate-lord.livejournal.com]

Very well and a truce is struck between us, mate. My troubles are not with the French though I must warn you should there be a time, which I am having no doubts there would be at any given time, that I have to face you know that I am an ally. Should you need my sword arm, it is yours, Chevalier.

[He wasn't pretending either. Meeting anyone from his time was a godsend to the pirate. He's made friends but no one that he really had anything in common with.]

[gender-at-will.livejournal.com]

[D'eon was equally pleased to have met the pirate. He was certain he could learn quite a bit from this fellow, and he seemed quite the jovial sort.]

And I shall lend my sword to your cause, should you need it.

[9th-pirate-lord.livejournal.com]

[Jack grins and pats D'eon on the shoulder.]

Good man.

[Jack staggers over to the couch, vaults over the back of it and lands with his feet propped up on the table and his hands behind his head in one smooth motion the nearly jumps out of his skin when he heard a squeal from under the cushions. He flipped the couch cushion up to see a tiny white tribble huddling in the corner with his eyes wide.]

Sorry, lass. I didn't see you there.

[He scoops it up since it's no bigger than the size of a jumbo cotton ball and grins.]