forum Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

Started December 04, 2018 by @KalamariCakes

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Louis's legs burned with each step he took. Behind him, he could hear the redcoat getting nearer, which only fuelled his panic-induced flight.

The soldier edged a little closer– then threw his musket as hard as he could, aimed for Louis' head.

"Mm, wait. One more kiss," he pleaded Jane.

She smiled slyly. "What are you waiting for, Lieutenant?"

Something hard hit Louis square in the back of the head, causing him to stumble and fall into a heap on the ground. Knowing that there wasn't enough time to get up, he curled his body protectively around Cruz, eyes wide-open and alight with terror.

"Mm, wait. One more kiss," he pleaded Jane.

She smiled slyly. "What are you waiting for?"

"Your permission," he smiled affectionately.

"We're getting married, what more permission do you need to kiss me?" she asked softly.

Something hard hit Louis square in the back of the head, causing him to stumble and fall into a heap on the ground. Knowing that there wasn't enough time to get up, he curled his body protectively around Cruz, eyes wide-open and alight with terror.

Grabbing his musket, the soldier fell onto his knees, and began to beat the living crap out of the Frenchman.
Not to kill him. To knock him unconscious.

"We're getting married, what more permission do you need to kiss me?" she asked softly.

"Because.." He traced her cheek with a hand. "Because it displays my utmost respect for you."

"We're getting married, what more permission do you need to kiss me?" she asked softly.

"Because.." He traced her cheek with a hand. "Because it displays my utmost respect for you."

She took a half-step closer. "I give you my undying permission to kiss me whenever you so desire," she whispered.

"Mm," Her fiancé hummed, "Good. I love you,"

"I love you too," Jane hummed softly.

He pecked a brief kiss on his future wife's nose.

"There. That was your kiss," she purred. "I must go now."

"Be safe," he murmured.

"I will. My feet won't touch the ground, I'm afraid," she teased, wrapping her shoulders in a woolen shawl.

John smiled softly, and retreated back into his office.

Something hard hit Louis square in the back of the head, causing him to stumble and fall into a heap on the ground. Knowing that there wasn't enough time to get up, he curled his body protectively around Cruz, eyes wide-open and alight with terror.

Grabbing his musket, the soldier fell onto his knees, and began to beat the living crap out of the Frenchman.
Not to kill him. To knock him unconscious.

For a few seconds, his world was made of nothing but pain. Then, a light left his eyes, and his head hit the snow.

John smiled softly, and retreated back into his office.

(Time skip to the ceremony?)

Something hard hit Louis square in the back of the head, causing him to stumble and fall into a heap on the ground. Knowing that there wasn't enough time to get up, he curled his body protectively around Cruz, eyes wide-open and alight with terror.

Grabbing his musket, the soldier fell onto his knees, and began to beat the living crap out of the Frenchman.
Not to kill him. To knock him unconscious.

For a few seconds, his world was made of nothing but pain. Then, a light left his eyes, and his head hit the snow.

"Wake up. Come on, you worthless bastard." a gruff voice spoke beyong Louis' unconsciousness, hitting his cheek to rouse the frenchman.

John smiled softly, and retreated back into his office.

(Time skip to the ceremony?)

Sure!)

Louis’s eyes flew open, harsh light flooding his senses. At first, he couldn’t place where he was or what had happened— but then it hit him. Cruz.

Louis’s eyes flew open, harsh light flooding his senses. At first, he couldn’t place where he was or what had happened— but then it hit him. Cruz.

He was back outside, tied so tight to the pole he could hardly breathe. His Spaniard companion was just a meter beyond Louis's reach, tied tightly as well, and still unconscious with red staining the side of his face. The redcoat leaned back once Louis was awake.
"We don't take kindly to escapees." The soldier spat in the frenchman's bruised face.

Louis lifted his chin and looked the man straight in the eye. “And we army don’t take kindly to filthy redcoats.” He didn’t snap, or lash out, his tone was even and hard, masking the sheer panic that overtook him when he glimpsed the blood on his best friend’s face.

"Fair enough." He looked to the two redcoats standing by Cruz, "Do it." One of them turned over the small knife in his hand, and knelt down. Pressed a palm against Cruz's head and pushed it against the pole, brought the blade so very close to Cruz's eye.

"For each question you don't answer, He'll lose his eyes. Then his toes." The redcoat in front of Louis threatened. "And if you continue, his fingers. Unless we get impatient, of course."

Louis’s eyes flew open, a wave of fear threatening to overwhelm him. Head in the game, he reminded himself harshly. He had to focus. For Cruz. “Torture and blackmail,” he told the man dryly. “I’m happy that the British have proven to be trustworthy and merciful.”