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[neantmoins]

[ the note was a surprise when napoleon got up that morning, the gun was an even bigger one. he hadn't expected to receive anything, well receive anything that could actually be of help

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Option B (badum-tsh.) Injure if you want.

[b_as_a_criminal]

[leaning out the window and watching this. Seriously, not!son?]

[neantmoins]

[ he's not going to respond, or even act like he notices. seemingly muttering a happy tune under his breath as he reaches in to unlock the door. ]

[b_as_a_criminal]

[he watches a while longer, then decides to ask the obvious question.]

Ummm, Napoleon....

Do you even know how to steal a car without the keys?

[neantmoins]

[ he gives a tisk, turning a glare on the figure on the window before it softens up as he sighs and reaches into his pocket and flashes a set of keys. ]

I'm just in a rush, besides I had to see the full extent of what this thing can do. [ he says this, waving the pistol in his other hand. ]

A - permission for everything!

[marie_cured]

[Opens the door]

Napoleon...?

;;;;; marie

[neantmoins]

[ if marie doesn't notice the off-setting smirk, she might notice the gun in his hand. ]

Marie, excellent! I hope your Christmas has been well?

never enough trauma for marie

[marie_cured]

I guess so, I...

[Aaand that weapon we definitely do notice.]

W-Why do you have that?

bawww

[neantmoins]

Oh this? [ lifting it and musing. ] This is my Christmas present, I asked for something to protect you guys and then this showed up. Lucky, right?

B

[theguided]

[What the HELL? In my day, we used swords and spears to get our conquering done. Jeanne jerks and stares in surprise at the loud noise of the gun.]

My God, what was that?!....hey, it's you! Napoleon!

[permission for him to try and hurt her/take a shot at her, although I'd prefer avoiding having her die ;u; also, while Jeanne is another trained teenager, she's probably smaller than him, so she might be able to wrestle him down only if she could get the gun away from him.]

[neantmoins]

[ oh, he knows. his original was quite the fan. ]

Oh, Jeanne. Sorry if I startled you, I just had to see what the firing potential of this thing was.

[ ooc: okay! and i'm going to assume she at some point told him her name, because ffff i sort of failed tagging her intro there. ;;;;; ]

[theguided]

That...thing? It sounded like a cannon going off! [kind of prodding a finger in her ear to make sure nothing has ruptured]

[ooc: NO PROBLEM]

[neantmoins]

Right, different time lines. [ he turns, leaning against the car of the window he just shot out. ] This is a gun, think of it as a portable cannon that fires smaller rounds.

a ; and you have all the permissions, bb

[generose]

( curiously opening her door, really, expecting the worse. but seeing who it was, she lets out a sigh and stares. a small frown finding it's way onto her lips. )

Napoleon? What are you doing here?

[neantmoins]

Elizabeth! I'm glad you're home, we got some things to discuss.