~Le plus étrange de fois...~

[Niki]

I think we can keep the French to a minimum.. Let's say that they all speak English, but maybe the French people could have "private" conversations in French from time to time, just to incorporate that..?

[Amy Forester]

Nah- how about we write it in English, but in reality they're speaking French.

[Amy Forester]

But, yeah. Keep the French to a minimum.

[Niki]

Yeah, that idea also crossed my mind.. Sure, that'll work too! That way, I don't need to worry I'm messing up the configuration of the verbs and tenses =')

[Amy Forester]

Here we go.....

[Amy Forester]

The sun is slowly setting, and she walks over to the small window to watch it. As she was aging, she could wake earlier and earlier. Now, she looked out to the Parisian horizon and sighed. It was a warm July night, and the year was 1792. In all her seven hundred and eighty- nine years, she had seen her fair share of revolts and revolutions. But this.. This was truly going to change history. Tonight, a party of radicals called the Jacobins were meeting at her inn. Although she usually tried to stay out of human politics, rumour had spread that she was a valuable ally. And, in all actuality, she was. So, when the leader of the Jacobins-Maximillien Robespierre- had met with her and asked if they could use her inn as a meeting place, she agreed. Amy had found the man perplexing, for although he appeared to be a simple leader she could tell that he was rather cautious and calculating. Shaking herself out of her trance, she went downstairs. Sitting down at one of the tables, she smiles. Gaurds,police, officials, enemies of the Revolution... Never disturbed her. And if they did, she simply glamoured them. This was probably how she was able to stay in this city AND have a foot in the revolution. Usually, she could only stay in a city for a few decades before the locals noticed that she did not age..... But for now, she was simply a mysterious teen who owned a tavern.

[Niki]

It was a dark day when Maximilien Robespierre came to Aaron Martin, an old school friend of his, for aid. Knowing that he was to be trusted, Robespierre had told him about his plans, plans to start a revolution with him at the centre and that Aaron and his family’s help was required. Reluctantly, not wanting to put his family in any form of danger, Aaron had to agree; It was difficult to say no to this persuasive man. It was soon made clear that it was to be the Martins’ job to show around the revolutionists – The Jacobins, they were called – and help them to get to know the city like the back of their hands. Having grown up inside the city of Paris, the Martins knew the layout of it well, this including many secret alleys and doorways of which many Aaron and Robespierre had discovered together when they were mere school children. It was to be three days from now that they would meet the Jacobins in a small tavern in the outskirts of the city, rumoured to be owned by a mysterious girl who always seemed to always be there when something happened, although nothing could be proven, of course. But for now, Aaron had to go home and tell his wife, Alexcia, about their new duty, and discuss whether or not it would be wise to involve their seventeen year old daughter, Claire.

Clouds were raging up above that day, dark and menacing: A storm was brewing.

[Amy Forester]

Sitting there, waiting, she thought back on her time in Paris. It was actually her second time here, for she had visited it in the late 1400's. So much had changed, since then... So much... Now, the city was large and the nobles were rich beyond belief. Commoners- now, they were quite less fortunate. It was quite good that she could glamour people for money, because her business was starting to fade. In these times, people only came to drink, but never had the money to rent a room. Smiling slightly, she remembers when she started the inn. It was 1784, and the revolution had not yet begun. When she had arrived in town, she had stayed at the inn when the owner,( an old widower) had died of natural causes. Taking this wonderful opportunity, she bought the run-down place. It had taken her a few years to fix it up, and to re-establish the customer base, but by the start of all the chaos she had created a very successful and productive business. Now, some vampires would despise interacting with humans so closely; but not Ameliae. She found it amusing to watch humans and their fleeting lives..... Suddenly, she hears a group of footsteps walking down the street towards her tavern.

[Niki]

Claire Martin was sitting on the window seat, staring out at the dying sun surrounded by red skies as she contemplated what was to come. It was tonight: tonight was the night her and her family were going to start making the difference to this revolution, actually getting up and doing something rather than sitting in old, fancy rooms and planning like the old politicians. Tonight, it started.

Deep in the back of her mind, Claire wondered if she was ready for this, possibly risking her life for the sake of others; she quickly discarded that thought. No, they weren’t her thoughts, they were her father’s. He had always been too protective of her, not wanting any harm to come to his “Baby Girl”: he didn’t seem to understand that she was old enough to look after herself now. Sighing, she turned to the door as her mother knocked on it and leaned on the doorframe.

“Time to go, honey,” she said before leaving the room, evidently to prepare to leave.

Claire smiled: her mother was much more understanding than her father. They were alike in this sense, her and Alexcia – Lexie, as she was known more commonly to her friends. If they wanted something, they did all they could to get it: any barriers put in their way just gave them more determination to overcome them, making it more likely that they got what they wanted.

Standing up from your seat by the window, Claire took one last fleeting look out at the growing shadows on the Parisian streets before walking out of the room to meet her family downstairs. Tonight, they would be meeting the Jacobins and giving them a tour brief tour of the city before they started going into the deeper parts of the city later this week. Tonight, it would begin; the forming of a stronger revolution.

[Amy Forester]

73, 74..... I think.

[Niki]

Hmmm.. That would make her 18/19.. Let's say 75 so she's 17!

[Amy Forester]

Got it.

[Amy Forester]

Oh, and I'm slightly tied up right now... I might be on, I might not. It's all in limbo right now.

[Niki]

Ahh, it's okay! Don't worry about it =)

[Niki]

I start college on Tuesday, and since I'm taking an extra A-Level I'm going to have next to no spare time.. So If I'm not on here for a while, that'll be why.. But I will get on and reply when I can.. ^^''