towerofanimus | 002. Runaway Bride

Characters: Francis and YOU.
Setting: Floor Six
Format: Either is fine. I’ll match.
Summary: Francis needed a bit of nature. Francis got a bit more than what he asked for.
Warnings: CRACK! Oh… Maybe language?

Six: the Forest

The first time he’d visited the sixth floor, he’d stumbled across it by mistake. A forest with lush foliage had greeted him and as much as he’d craned his neck he couldn’t see the end of it. It seemed impossible to have something that large confined indoors. So, like any good man he had explored without much consequence. In regards to tower-based activities he’d been lucky.

Considering his impaired urge to seduce everything under the age of 35 in the tower and all, he had an unsettling amount of free time on his hands. The sketchbook tucked away in his chest hadn’t been touched since he arrived at the Tower, so Francis, in his brilliant (naïve) mind, had gone back to the forest.

To be promptly run deeper in than he’d ever thought possible. The creature that had approached him immediately looked like a rabbit. On steroids out of a child’s nightmare. He’d lost the beastie but was now stuck wandering through underbrush with no recollection of where the exit was. This was not the forest he’d experienced the first time and admittedly, he was concerned.

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The more she spoke the more perplexed Francis found himself. She didn't seem like a woman of certainties if her love of using the word 'maybe' was any hint. It could have been nerves though, after all neither of them had expected to run into the other soul out here in the middle of nature. No matter how dangerous it was. Francis usually had a way of putting women at ease.

He put on that smile that he'd simply allotted a number to: 39. It was one of his more complacent grins and he looked over her shoulder before speaking. "Ma chere, would you be willing to point me toward the staircase? I think I have had enough nature for today." More than enough for a decade if he was honest, but a decade was a blink of the eye for the likes of Fran. "I came here to sketch and ended up chased by the wildlife. I would not be suggesting your continued stay in the forest."

He winked. Lady-killer, this one. "A lovely lady such as yourself need not be amused to the joys of this place."

Oh yes, it was nerves. Mary wasn't used to being surprised. The biggest surprise of her time would be soldiers approaching their group or encountering the emperor. This was a similar surprise, like encountering soldiers.

"Ma chere? That's... french, isn't it? I haven't heard that in many, many years." Mary said, thoughts distracted for just a moment before nodding, indicating the direction she'd come from.

"The stairs should be that way. I can go with you, just in case I'm mistake. I may recognize something I passed."

His brow rose at that. "Yes, it is French. What do you mean you haven't heard it in awhile?" It was a valid concern, wasn't it? His native tongue was tied to himself and he would like a little reassurance that wherever she was from well, wasn't his home.

"Let us head toward the stairway then. Oh, where are you from exactly?" Francis could question and walk at the same time and took a step in the direction she'd seemed to be coming from. "I hope you do not find it rude that I am so ah, eager to rid myself of this place, petite. I am usually a better gentleman to those I meet, even with duress."

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