He turned back around as he heard a glass being set down behind him. "Thank you." He smiled slightly and raised the glass up above his own head as some sort of praise to the waiter before lowering it to his mouth and taking a sip of water. "If there is anything you need. My lord, just ask."
"Just ask. I get told that a lot. Frankly, Monsieur, if I wanted something I would get it myself." He paused and looked at the man raising an eyebrow. "Then again I'm not at home. Oh well. Again, thank you and heres a few hundred thousand credits get yourself some new glasses." He smiled again and reached into his jacket pocket pulling out some credit chips, and placing them on the table. "Try not to get yourself killed either. Would be a shame if those credit chips went missing, and a huge dishonor to my family." His smile went to a smirk before he took another sip of the glass and turned around taking a few steps past the man that just sat down, Simon Perrot, still smirking to himself as he walked by and poured the remaining water that was in his glass on the man, before setting it down on the table next to the man that he poured the water on.
Without looking back, Joseph carried on towards the woman that was trying her hardest not to be noticed and acting as if she was working on her personal data pad. "Madame Chevalier, so nice to see you in person." He said as he approached the table.
Amelie froze. Without moving, she spoke quietly, "Bonjour, prince DeFrance. What brings you to Gap?"
Her eyes flicked from left to right, wishing for a distraction.
A way a lone a last a loved a long the riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay,
brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.
Well, that was the first thought that crossed his mind.
The second was a nonsensical series of expletives, followed by the sudden impulse to grab his sword.
Just as he neared the hilt, he remembered who exactly these thoughts regarded. He suddenly jarred to a stop, his whole body freezing, his hand hovering about a foot away from it's hilt.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Lillian mouthing the word "No" over and over.
After a moment more, his legs gave way from under him, and he fell back into the puddle of water at his feet.
Pulling himself up, he stared at the Prince, hellfire in his eyes.
Had it been anyone else, that man would bleeding on the floor, just as Perrot was, himself.
That shouting attracted the Joseph's attention to the door way, staring past the lady that was leaning near it. Shortly after two men came running through. It seemed one of them was chasing the other. Joseph quirked an eyebrow and turned fully towards the commotion, seemingly content with what was happening. He didn't even flinch.
***
Bernard had been chasing this man down the hall-way for quite sometime before he rounded the corner into the Cafe. Oddly enough the exact same area the last guy ran to. Why the hell do these people think the Cafe is going to save them? He rounded the corner himself, unholstering his side-arm, completely unaware of the people in the bar. He slid to a stop as the man continued running to the other exit. He raised the pistol up and took multiple shots. One of the shots hit the man squarely in the shoulder causing him to spin and hit the ground hard. That was his cue to move in. He dropped the old clip from his pistol and added a new one, running over to the man. "When I tell you to stop. I expect you to stop. Don't just go running off!" Bernard said, kneeling down and placing his knee on the mans back pushing down and with his free hand grabbing a pair of handcuffs.
The dead silence was broken with a slight laugh, clapping, and a single word. "Bravo." The prince was the first to speak out as he made his way over to the two men. "Excellent shot, Monsieur. Of course, a little to the right and that would've probably killed him. Excellent shot non-the-less."
"It's just part of the job." Bernard replied back without looking up, handcuffing the man. "Someones gotta do it. Now, I suggest you stop being a nosy rat and get back to what you were doing." Once the cuffs were placed, Bernard got to his feet and pulled the man up.
Slowly, Perrot pulled himself together. He was still dripping wet, and he seemed rather tense, but he was at least standing again.
He had a bitter, hateful look on his face.
Despite every disposition working within his mind, he seemed to just snap. That man had -caught- him. -Disarmed- him. Made him look like a -fool-, in front of the whole damn cafe. It didnt matter that who had done it was royalty - that was the farthest thing from Perrot's mind at that point.
Purposefully, and rather agressively, he started walking towards the Prince.
Long, grueling hours behind a desk, doing what else? Paperwork! A trifle, waste of time, formalities! Formalities were for the throne room, not the office, not the cafe! Of course, the cafe was the epitome of the reverse, the place to relax after long, grueling hours of nonsense. Capital idea to stop by!
Pierre LeGloan shuffled his way across Gap, on his way to the nice little cae? that so many of his peers, and subordinates, frequented. The day was looking more pleasant already; time to get off duty and stay off duty. A marvelous idea, he congratulated himself for being of such stock to have been able to deduce such a conclusion. Genius, wonderful!
His arms went wide, the all-encompassing, warm, loveable greeting of none other than Capitane LeGloan
Until his hands almost brushed the two soldiers standing rigidly on either side of the doorway. Until his eyes rested upon the back of an unmistakable individual.
Had his jaw been a few pounds heavier it would have fallen to the floor.
Backpedal, tactical retreat, regroup, strategize!
And so he did, right out the door before hardly any of the cafes denizens realized hed arrived. LeGloan swung around and slapped his back to the wall aside the open doorway.
Mon Dieu, the Prince? Here?? On my station, in my cafe?
He swallowed hard and thought over the few seconds of visual input hed received. The expressions on the others faces only made more sense.
Impossible, but true! It must be him!
Cautiously, slowly, sweating, LeGloan slid over to the edge of the doorway and peeked around the corner. There he was, the man that fate adorned heir to the legacy of the DeFrance family, chatting up chatting up Ameile?
He went back behind the wall and heaved a sigh.
A walk. Hed just go for a nice little jaunty, and maybe the Prince would be gone by then. Maybe.
Hopefully.
Prayerfully.
Until some fugitive or another bolted headlong past the doorway, an officer in pursuit, the sound of gunfire just feet from where he stood
Walk.
Just Walk.
And so he walked. Very quickly, too, for a man of such girth.
Amelie sighed as the prince walked away. With a look of horror in her eyes, though, she watched the scene take place on the other end of the cafe. Levesque had rushed in shot some sort of undesirable, making a mess of the floor. There was a mess of blood, and the clicking of handcuffs.
The trouble of it all... She thought.
She spotted an unsteady Lieutenant clenching his fists and gritting his teeth angrily at the prince, and mentally elected to avoid the confrontation.
A way a lone a last a loved a long the riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay,
brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.
And just as she had predicted, everything went to hell in a bread basket. Chloe straightened herself, regaining her stance and composure. She managed to lose her limp partially, looking a little more formal as she stepped into the cafe. Blood, water, the prince, a bright red Amelie, and a Perrot looking like a sulking cat. People were going to die.
She walked right up behind the prince, bringing up her cane, and promptly poking him in the center of the shoulder blades. "Your Highness," She said rather softly, much like a creature stalking its prey and waiting for the opportune time to make the kill, "I couldn't help but notice you making Madame Chevalier an oh so wonderful shade of red. I do hope that you don't plan on deflowering her after your wonderful dinner, non?"
As much as she hated to mentally admit it, experience with him made him all the more predictable.
"THE HULL HAS BEEN BREACHED AND THESCIENCEIS LEAKING OUT!"
Bernard glanced over at the Prince and realized what he said to a man of such a high caliber. "My apologies, Sir. I thought you were one of the random kiddies that play here and make the rest of us look terrible." He hesitated a smile and looked at the man he arrested. "If you'll excuse me I have some paper work to file."
The Prince nodded slowly and watched as Bernard left the cafe with the prisoner in tow. He smiled slightly, "That man called me a nosy rat. That's brilliant. Why are you police officers so amusing at times?" He turned his attention to Dupont, smiling even more. "Deflowering? Nonsense, my dear. Only happens to the lucky ones." He smiled and winked at Dupont before glancing over to Amelie. "I just wanted a dinner. Care to join us later?" He said turning his attention back to Dupont, smiling as if he just had the best night of his life, or was expecting to have one...
Amelie shivered slightly when DeFrance locked eyes with her. Ohh no... this won't end well at all. I don't want the dinner I don't want...
She shook her head. Just go back to what you were doing. Don't give him any more attention.
Although clearly distressed, she returned to tapping out a log on her datapad.
A way a lone a last a loved a long the riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay,
brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.