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Is the snake your fursona

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"Nooooo."

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"Well, I suppose this ought to be settled democratically!"

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"Oh! Thank you, that is most kind."

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what would you do if you are suddendly jumped by a collot in the wild

"Get him away from me some way or another. Every time we get together something happens."

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Things just got more interesting.

Ah vous êtes là ! Admirez ce que cela fait d'être accueilli en la demeure d'un hôte irréprochable.

My name is Charles-Maurice de Talleyrand-Perigord, prince of Bénévent (I have a shitload of other titles but we don't care, let's get to the point).

Welcome to the sacred temple of the art de vivre à la française, of the cuisine d'excellence and of all kinds of debauchery. I used to be a bishop, call me for unforgettable marriage, divorce and burial festivities (not baptisms, I kinda get bored)(not confessions either, I don't care about your problems). I don’t know how to manage my immense fortune and I have to sell my library from time to time, subscribe to my vinted account so you don’t miss anything.

k, bye xx

((Hi, the creator speaking here ! This account is run by @wazili, only for entertainment purposes. I roleplay in English and in French and I'm fine with NSFW. I'm part of @cadmusfly's amazing Napoleonic RP community))

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Reblog if you have ever felt personally victimized by Charles Maurice de Talleyrand-Périgord.

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DOHAKVFVBZLLROLYL

"What do I seek here? Why, the same thing as you, surely."

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"Indeed, I have never heard a fox speak."

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i hear you know some good gossip 👀

"I know all the gossip, good, bad and mediocre."

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H̸̢̨̜͚͉̻͎̩̩̭̓͒̀͌̀̀̉̕̕ǎ̵̡̨̳̼̭̼͔̮͇̬̻̈́̍͒̉̏͊͜͠͠v̸̢̠̞̗̗͖͓̙͖͑̃̓̊̆́̐͊͜͝e̶͉̒ ̵͓̪̯̣̞̪̩̆͑̔̈́̚͝ý̶̱͓̠̋̉̈́̒̿ố̸̬̜̜̞͚̂̕u̷̡͓̪̫͓̓̔́́͗̽̈̋̌̊̇̕͜ ̴̮̍̍̇̓͌͝n̸̡̢̼̞̻͋͂͝ơ̴̧̮̰̱͐ ̷̨͍̗̥̤̒͑̈́̇̀̍r̸̬̠͉̼̻͝ę̸̧͖̗̭̣͉̲͎̰́ͅg̶̡̼̙̘͕̹̹̤̮̙̃̾̾̓͑̃͆̋͝ȑ̶̢͖̼̤͓̻̬̮̺̈̔̍̀͒̄̔͝ͅę̸͓̺̦̭͇̱̩̙͗̄̍͌̉͊̏͒̈̈̄͜t̵̡̼̳̱͉̯̯́͂́̑̏̚̕s̶̨͉̝͓̬̭̙͘ ̸͖̠̼̰̯̟̜͖̋̊̄̅͌͒̅̈̾f̸͓̯͇̌̅̈́o̵̡̦͕̥͉͙̬̳̘͍̜̜͊̎̅ȓ̷̛͇͈̖̈́͌̃̐͊̈́̒̒̽͋ ̷̡̰̱̭̖̟͉̝̹͒̀͑͘ẅ̷̢̨̮̬̭̉̐͗h̵͚̋̋a̵̢̪͇̟̮̯̯͎̍̉͐̓̎̇̈́̽́͠t̷̥̤͈̲̬̗̏͗͝ ̸͔̱̮̻͊y̶͇̤̪̖͗̐̐̇̈́̋͗̚͝͠o̷͉̖͒͗̇̅̅͗̽̾͊̏͒͠ų̸͕̟͆͌́͌̈́͋̓̏̉͗̚͝'̸̛̪̙̎̈́͋̀̈́̑͛͊͝͝v̸̢̪̪̲͙̜̳̘͖̭̠̲̉͒͗̎̔̈́̀̈́̇̕e̴̢̙̻̲̺̞̠͈̔̽͗̑́́͗͜ ̶̡̺̬̝͉͍̬̠͖̲͒͆̈́̉̃̚͘d̶̲̪̪̝͎̻̐o̴͖̙̬̙͉͎̝͂͒̐̿́͛̆͜n̴̯͓̮̩̲͒̍͑̀̾͋̓̊͂̆͝͠ę̴̡͔͍͈̲̠͈̙͆ͅ?̸̫̼͙̤̒̈́̂͛͑̂̕̚

"Not in the least!"

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"Interesting code, from beyond my mortal years... I see many things, anon, many things. Perhaps it can be said that everything comes to me in time."

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"Hmmm. Eight badgers, two mushrooms, eight badgers, two mushrooms, two snakes. A code of some sorts, but not one used by any of my spies. Perhaps a simple block cipher. 8B, 2M, 8B, 2M, 2S. Not much to go by either if I have no key to the code. The code 828 22 gives me nothing in either the Grand Chiffre or the Chiffre de l'armée d'Espagne. Most unusual."

He resolves to wait. Perhaps a code cracking key will be sent shortly.

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W̴h̶y̵ ̵d̵o̷ ̵y̴o̶u̵ ̶s̶h̶o̵w̷ ̸y̴o̸u̷r̷ ̸f̵a̴c̴e̷ ̸h̵e̶r̸e̶?̵

"There seems to be much going on here, and where there is interesting action I am sure to be. But, dear me, there seems to be something wrong with the way you speak. Is something ailing you?"

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What did Lyon do?!?

"Hm, just a little measure of precaution. To make sure certain unpleasant things stay in the past where they belong."

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Why is your red coat so hot

"Heheh, it is well tailored! And, well, red is really a flattering color on me, I find."

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The masked man chuckles softly.

"Thank you, young soldier. My compliments on your mask, it is most intriguing."

He takes a little piece of bread. His eyes scan the room, watching, trying to discern faces under masks. Who is speaking to whom, what are they saying? This place is a mine of information waiting to be discovered. The crème de la crème of the former Empire is attending.

A masked stranger...

That's not that unusual in this crowd!

An open thread for more mingling, after a response.

One of Soult's aides, a young shadowy individual in an abstract umbral tendril'd mask, will come up to a man bearing the mask of an octopus with its iridescent violet tentacles flowing around the eyes and sweeping back over his hair.

Says the young aide trying to make themself more audible, "Ah! Greetings! I like your mask, monsieur! It's a lot like mine. I have been asked to bring this place to the guests. Would you like some hors d'oeuvres, sir?"

They hold a large plate full of little bits of bread with salmon and cream on top, offering it to the mysterious masked man excitedly.