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(He just left Mirelle)
(He just left Mirelle)
Spicy)
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John hurried to the tavern where his comrade was waiting. He was late, and he knew it. Not a good look on his glittering reputation.
(So, can you rp his comrade? You can come up with his looks/name whatever, but his purpose is to gain profit by being aware of the affair. Blackmail, basically.)
( helloooo)
(Sorryyyyyy Let me make a quick template)
Name: Charles Benson
Appearance: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/420101471466455685/
Affiliation: British
Charles spotted John enter the tavern, and his eyes glittered. "(Rank, sorry I forget) André! Over here!"
(So, how does he know?)
Well, maybe he's related to Murielle somehow or has connections, and André did leave his coat there, so maybe when push came to shove… )
André let out a breath, and with it his worry, temporarily. "Mister Charles, good evening," he welcomed with a tailored smile, extended his hand to shake.
(True… I have plans now…)
Charles took John's hand and shook it heartily. The man looked relaxed enough… "How are you, sir?"
"Doing well," he answered, taking his seat. "And I hope the same goes for you?'
"Yes, very well." His gentle words hid his ominous tone.
"Great," he turned his head as the bartender came by, John ordered a light red wine. "So, Charles, let's begin,"
"Of course. You first, Mr. André," Charles insisted.
"If I'm to be assigned another division of men," he began, rubbing his chin, "Will that give me the authority to exercise some new techniques on them, as, say, a test group?" He asked.
"It depends on what, exactly, you want to test," he explained.
"I know we have the Queen's Rangers, but I believe we would be more successful spreading guerilla warfare into the average British platoon." John explained.
"To take advantage of the rebels?" he asked, putting hidden emphasis on take advantage.
"Well, exactly," John smiled. "They use the land to their advantage, why can we not do the same?"
Charles nodded slowly. "Yes…"
He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "What're your thoughts?"
"Do you like taking advantage of other people, Mr. André?" he asked a bit sharply. "Like perhaps…" He lowered his voice. "Women?"
His eyebrows became heavy over his eyes in a defensive expression. "Pardon me?"
"You're a smart man, Mr. André," he said quietly. "surely you know what the term infidelity means…"
John stood up rather sharply. "I came here to talk about the military and nothing else, Mr. Charles!" The soldier spat. But in all honesty, his heart began to twist nervously.
"Are you afraid, Mr. André, because I know the truth, just as you do?" he threatened. "You have a wife, don't you, Mr. André?"
John took a look behind his shoulder, lips tight, he hissed at Charlie. "What do you want from me?!"
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