'Bastian Devareaux

I came upon this while doing research and have yet to make it through the list of sites. It seemed a rather nice gathering of vendors. Enjoy! http://www.geocities.com/steampunkfashion/index.htm (My apologies, you might have to "cut and paste" the addy.) I might have to break down and buy one of these... http://www.larp-fashion.de/shop/images/5127.jpg ....That is unless I can find the replica pattern.

How wonderous strange!!!! To those new and old which wish to take on this venture, I wish you "Bon Chance!" Perhaps I might find time away from my pursuit of Jurisprudence to stir the waters a bit this summer. College is such a cruel and wanting mistress to court. To those new to the ways of Port Royal, all I can say is ..."Come on in. The water is fine....."

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You have heard correctly, my dear, but the libation you wish for is up to yourself. If I were to misjudge and order you something that you would prefer not....Best if you make the choice. And the gentleman in question has not reapeared. C'est la vie...

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Then be not cheerful. It is your own choice after all. I on the other hand, much prefer the joys and plairs that life has to offer in so many tantalizing ways. Raises glass in salute and hint of smirk A round for the house, says I!!

Devareaux is pissing and moaning about my behavior Truly...Never in a day, frere. I was simply explaining to the gentleman that you have always had bark and bite...Though it seems a bit more common in the past recent. No guantlet thrown, nor malicious speaking..If that had been mine intent I would have been much more clear and used King's English...Besides, of what good would it do me to try to glamour my thoughts in French...You can dechipher if, well enough. But, I see no raison to split hairs...or hares, for that matter. Do have a bottle of refined fire on mine coin and be a proper fellow...Or at least a cheerful one.

Dawn's bright inspiration slowly gave way to the more subtle hues of late morn; and that more washed out light pried gently the boundaries of heavy cloth barrier hang. Assuring that she was comfortably tucked in ticking support and surround, Dauphin had found sleep elusive and efforts being cast away, he had retired to near standing chair and spirit drown. It was in this capacity that sleep had finally come and such capacity proved unkind when wakefulness tugged insistent for its time in court. Laden eye lids rose hesitant to mind's command, movement of head sallied forth the boon of cricks and aches of long time posture. Cursing under breath, Sabastian sat more upright to the chorus of muscle and joint angst; dark eyes cast about the chamber's encompassment. Leaning forward to body's protest, attention fell on sleeping form; hearing taking in the soft pattern of breath as it made inward, then outbound journey. The hour had been quite late when the back entrance of Dancing Steer was breeched. In all truth, the Royal Grace would have been closer accommodation, but Sabastian did not wish to be disturbed. Generally, this private holding was used for the negotiations of business away from Elder's pry; its general existence downplayed greatly from that of preferred posh chambers held at afore mentioned Inn. Far more spartan in furnishing and decor, this room was comfortable, none the less. Moving away from chair-become-bed, Dauphin debated the request for morning nourishment from kitchen below. There was a smallish amount of hunger clawing at his core, but would it be wise to acquire full portions and spread when the heavy scents of such might not be agreeable to inert form in the middle distance? Pursing his lips at mental deliberation and quandary, he decided it might not be the wisest of choices. Heavy drapery was pushed slightly aside, allowing the merest invasion of outward light; all was well in The Port this bright morn...Or so it would seem. The usual dance of scurry here, scurry there, was in full whirl and he watched the throng with mild interest before returning cloth to original stance. Navigating the dim, a petit draught of brandy was procured and seating chosen at small table near hearth's edge. As fiery sampling was imbibed, the thought occurred to him that the last time he had sat in this very place was for the clandestine wedding of sister; before that of pomp and circumstance church event. Remainder of glass content was downed, the burn causing unconscious wince, and youthful brow gave forth mild crease in answer to thought progression. Suddenly feeling a great weight upon his shoulders, glass was refilled and its content surveyed; amber fluid taunting silently. There were reckonings to be dealt with and innocents to guard; glass was emptied with swift movement. Exhaling heavily, dark sights slid back to sleeping form and lingered as time slipstreamed from present to past.

As you wish, Mademoisselle and merci.

Point taken and acknowledged, Mademoisselle McDonough. As for libation, do allow me the pleasure of purchasing your own as well as mine...An olive branch, as it were. I am of the mind and craving for fine brandy, the best this house has to offer. Order what ever it might be that suites your want, the coin is mine to pay.

I do beg your forgivness, Mademoisselle McDonough...I forget myself. What was said, without overmuch detail, was a proper welcome in Monsieur's native speech....For the most part, that is. I assure you that it was not ment to confuse those not familliar with its ways.

Je vous ai souhaité la bienvenue, monsieur. Il est toujours avec plaisir que je fais l'aquaintance de chez moi le sol. Flourished doffing of hat with polite bow is offered. Je vous mendie pardonnent à mon frère dans la loi... Sidelong glance is cast to Sterling in brief. Il était toujours assez facile de déclencher... Mais, a augmenté ainsi depuis le départ de ma soeur de cet avion terrestre. Et pardonnez-moi aussi pour mon manque de manières. Mon nom est Sabastian Devareaux et bien que je me trouve rarement dans le fait de confiner de cette région particulière, je suis incapable de nier la demande de Mlle Ransom d'introductions nécessaires. Seating is taken next to Ransom,Salut, ma petit...

"But I don't want to go among mad people," Alice remarked. "Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat: "We're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad." "How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice. "You must be," said the Cat, "otherwise you wouldn't have come here." Alice didn't think that proved it at all: however she went on. "And how do you know that you're mad?" "To begin with," said the Cat, "a dog's not mad. You grant that?" "I suppose so," said Alice "Well, then, " the Cat went on, "you see a dog growls when it's angry, and wags its tail when it's pleased. Now I growl when I'm pleased, and wag my tail when I'm angry. Therefore I'm mad." ( I just could not help myself....It seemed so befitting on the over-all...)

Thank you, ever so much Madame Bess. It is needless to say that release dates have been rumored to exist for years. Having heard, yet again, that such was to take place left me...shall we say, skeptical? Being that it is yourself confirming release, I can rest assured that finally there is validity to the claim. So all that remains is the long wait to find conclusion with greatened anticipation. Merci beaucoup, cherie!!