Franz d'Epinay (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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sirenspull_logs2012-07-25 07:40 pm
discretion) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-07-25 07:40 pm
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no one will ever know, flowers used to grow
Who: Franz d'Epinay (discretion) & the Joker (ace_of_knaves)
When:7/25 8/6, mid-afternoon
Where: Sector 8
Summary: Franz runs into the wrong person at the wrong time.
Warnings: Clowns. French boys. Violence. Death.
[Franz isn't exactly the type to hang out in the industrial district. He has no reason to be here, typically, being mainly engaged in his occasional classes at SPU and his political duties. However, he has a bit of a hobby and a money sink in his beloved bicycle. It needed some repairs, and dud to the rarity of the parts it's become a bit of ordeal. One of the shops in the industrial district has good prices and a service to sand and re-fit things. Sadly, he'd needed to leave the bicycle behind for the job, and now he's a little lost trying to find his way back to the train station.
It's an innocent enough mistake. He's looking at the region map on his NV. While he's not completely oblivious - he knows it's not the safest place in the world to be - he's momentarily distracted when his work cell phone rings.
It's while he's fussing with shutting his book-shaed NV and retrieving his phone that he bumps into a dark-clad figure.]
Oh - sorry! Pardon me.
discretion) & the Joker (ace_of_knaves)When:
Where: Sector 8
Summary: Franz runs into the wrong person at the wrong time.
Warnings: Clowns. French boys. Violence. Death.
[Franz isn't exactly the type to hang out in the industrial district. He has no reason to be here, typically, being mainly engaged in his occasional classes at SPU and his political duties. However, he has a bit of a hobby and a money sink in his beloved bicycle. It needed some repairs, and dud to the rarity of the parts it's become a bit of ordeal. One of the shops in the industrial district has good prices and a service to sand and re-fit things. Sadly, he'd needed to leave the bicycle behind for the job, and now he's a little lost trying to find his way back to the train station.
It's an innocent enough mistake. He's looking at the region map on his NV. While he's not completely oblivious - he knows it's not the safest place in the world to be - he's momentarily distracted when his work cell phone rings.
It's while he's fussing with shutting his book-shaed NV and retrieving his phone that he bumps into a dark-clad figure.]
Oh - sorry! Pardon me.
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(This was stupid of him, ignorant even. But it's not like he can walk around with a suit of armor and a sword, he was just in this district to see about getting his bicycle fixed. This is not how things are supposed to happen.
He's worked too hard to die so senselessly. It won't accomplish anything.)
Everything is slowing down, getting cold. The soft glow he usually emits has faded almost completely. Franz has crumpled to the ground.
He really wishes he could speak to Daedalus. There's so much he has to apologize for. But that would mean really accepting he can't fix the gaping wound in his neck. He can't act out some kind of last-words melodrama.
Daedalus deserves better.
But--
He wouldn't like me thinking that.
Franz meets the Joker's gaze without flinching. He's not exactly scared of the guy right now, the damage is done. He's suddenly a bit proud of his own emotional ineptitude: he isn't crying. Can't. He's trembling, the shock is setting in big-time.
I should confess to my sins or something. Am I going in the ground?
Is Gankutsuou going to find me?
Will I see my father?
Joker is staring at him. The blood on his clothes is not pulling the outfit together. On top of it, something about his expression really suggests that Joker isn't getting out of this what he hoped.]
...You look like an idiot.
[Franz says weakly. It's a sort of delirious little criticism.]